#ball mill consists

[hitech-automations]

Linear Guide Block?

A linear guide block, or "carriage," is a component of a linear guide. This block is situated on the rail. Internal steel ball bearings minimize friction, allowing the block to travel up and down the rail smoothly

linear guide rails used for?

Linear rails, also referred to as linear motion guides or linear slides, are common motion components used to achieve smooth sliding movements. They can be found in 3D printers, CNC mills, waterjet cutters, and the like. A linear rail consists of a stiff steel rail, along which a carriage slides.

linear guide rail?

Linear Guides or linear rail slides are support devices that are used to help carry loads and ensure straight and level linear motion. Linear guides will usually consist of two components; the sliding carriage and the rail. The sliding carriage is the element that moves along the rail and supports the attached load

linear guide rails made of?

Linear guide rails are usually made from high-strength, hardened and galvanised Steel so they resist corrosion. Manufactured using a cold drawing process, the metal is shaped and profiled before adding a roller runner.

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter sixteen : absolution (RE-UPLOAD)

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 4.6k

summary : the reader attends a ball

warnings, etc. : language, angst

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

There’s a visceral sense of dread when you wake up, for several reasons. 

The glaring obvious culprit of your discomfort would be the fact that today’s your husband's birthday. The much more subtle one being the fact that it still sounds like someones revving a podracer out in the main room, clearly indicating to you that the Mandalorian is still asleep. 

You should wake him. 

The last thing you need is the girls coming in to find him in your bed.     

So you sit up, trying to stretch as quietly as possible before getting up and making your way out.

There are a lot of questions milling about in our mind right now, the most prominent one regarding his memory of last night.

Will he remember what he said?

Will you tell him if he doesn’t? 

He seemed pretty out of it, and even if he did recall his words would he even address them?

He has to. He can’t just do that to you. It doesn’t matter how tired he is, he doesn’t get to toy with you like this.

So you step into the main room. 

How is it possible to look so serious while sleeping yet sound so ridiculous? 

You make your way to his side of the bed, gently shaking his shoulder. 

“Mando, you need to get up.” You mumble, still trying to wake up your own brain.

He’s unmoving. His snores are as consistent as ever as you reach down to grab both of his shoulders, shaking him much less gently.

“Get up, the girls are gonna be here any min-“

You don’t even get a chance to scream as you’re flipped onto the bed. In the blink of an eye he’s got you shoved into the mattress. The wind gets knocked out of you, on instinct your hands go to take a defensive position in front of you but they’re pinned into the sheets, his body on all fours hovering above yours. 

Neither of you speaks for a moment as he seems to still be waking up, your eyes wide as you stare up at him. 

“…It’s just me.” You manage to squeak out through your shock and his grip on your wrists immediately loosens. Before he has a chance to react further there’s a single knock at the door signifying that Elaine and Lysa have arrived and as the door swings open you both move too quickly and your forehead knocks against his helmet as you struggle to get out from under him which subsequently sends you off the edge of the bed.

You can’t help but think that this morning can’t possibly get worse. 

Of course it does though because you’re you and for some reason the Maker loves to see you suffer. 

You grab onto him for support before you go tumbling off the mattress and of course he goes off of it with you and of course he twists himself so he hits the ground first. 

Normally you’d be touched by the fact that his natural instinct was to protect you, but you don’t really have a chance to because the wind is knocked out of you for the second time this morning as your chest slams against his when his back hits the ground. 

The girls walk in on the scene you’ve found yourself in and their chatter immediately goes silent. 

Your first thought as you get your bearings is, at least you aren’t on the bed anymore. 

But you can’t help but wish you’d stayed like that as you realize the position you’re in now. Your thighs straddle his waist and he’s holding you against him as you both groan in pain. 

You both turn to look at the girls in sync, Lysa has a look of horror on her face and Elaine simply shakes her head as she grabs the other girl's arm, dragging her out of the room in silence before slamming the door shut. 

You stare at the Mandalorian underneath you once they’re gone. You must look like a tomato with how red your face has become.

Before you can make it any worse he silently grabs you by the waist and lifts you off of him, setting you down next to him, neither of you daring to move further until he clears his throat. 

“Are you alright?” He sounds as embarrassed as you feel.

“Yeah, just a little shaken up.” You whisper back. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I didn’t mean to, I’m not used to being-“

“I know. It’s okay.”

It makes you a bit sad. What a life he must have known to have reacted like that when being woken up. To immediately be under the assumption that someone is going to hurt him.

He spends all of his time protecting you but who protects him? 

Before you have any more time to wallow in that realization he’s on his feet and pulling you to yours. 

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but he’s already heading for the door and you don’t bother trying to stop him as he goes, leaving the door open for the girls to come back in. As they step back into the room cautiously you watch him lean against the opposite wall before Elaine closes the door. 

They both stare at you expectantly but you don’t have any words. No sense in lying and the truth sounds like a lie so you just keep your mouth shut. 

When they realize you aren’t going to explain yourself they sit you at the vanity, Elaine takes a brush to your hair as Lysa hurries off to the closet, she looks more mortified than you do. 

You frown at the mirror and watch as Elaine stifles a laugh.

“It isn’t funny.” You grumble as she continues brushing your hair.

“Of course it isn’t, my lady.” She dons an expression of mock seriousness as you turn around to glare at her.

“Nothing happened, he was just sleeping.” Before the words even leave your mouth you know they must sound absurd as she chokes back another laugh.

“I’m sure he was ma’am.” She turns your head back towards the mirror and you don’t bother arguing further. 

Lysa returns from the closet with a dress you’re sure you’ve never seen before and you can’t help but gawk at it. 

It’s gorgeous. You swear you haven’t seen it there before, it’s a beautiful champagne ball gown, she sets it carefully onto the bed.  

“Shall we go to the fresher? We’ve already drawn your bath my lady.” Elaine takes you by the arm and leads you out of the room. The Mandalorian looks like he’s managed to pull himself together as the girls lead you to the fresher down the hall. He follows closely behind, only halting when you arrive, thank gods he stays outside when the girls usher you in. 

They carefully strip you of your nightgown and Lysa leads you to the tub. Once you’re settled they prepare to take their leave. 

“You’ll need to see to it that you are properly clean, my lady, you’ll want to look your best for tonight, can I get you anything before we leave to continue your preparations?” Elaine cocks an eyebrow as Lysa hurries out, still not making eye contact with you. “Don’t worry about her.” Elaine winks and you frown at the implication.

“Just a book if I’m going to be here for a while I suppose.” 

She nods.

“Right away, my lady. And shall I send the Mandalorian in when I take my leave?”

“Elaine!” You shriek as she leaves, snickering until the door is shut, leaving you to stare, embarrassed, into the bubbles. 

After you have to sit in your shame for a few minutes she returns with a smirk, handing you some raunchy romance novel which you take with a scowl before she leaves without a word. 

You soak in the tub for quite some time. You get through a good third of the book by the time the girls come to get you. 

If you thought they spent too much time dressing you on a normal day that was nothing compared to today. Hours of doing absolute nonsense to your body. They rub unfamiliar oils into your hair and skin, pluck at stray hairs and spend an obscene amount of time deciding what jewelry would look best with the dress. 

You try to find a time to talk to Mando but everytime you think you’ll get the chance one of the girls whisks you away for another unfamiliar skin care regimen until you feel scrubbed and raw. 

They quite literally do this the entire day. By the time they’re done the sun is setting outside your window and you know the ball is going to begin soon. They lace you into the gown. It really is a work of art with its long flowing skirt and the way it hugs your torso. A beaded pattern runs up the front like vines. The color of it reminds you of the way Elaine makes your tea and caf, a light cream color. 

They decided on pearls. Simple and elegant strings of pearls around your neck and wrists. You stop them as they go to do your hair. 

“Can we leave it down? I like it the way it is.” You stare at yourself in the mirror. 

You look nice. Really nice.

Like you.

“It looks good like that.” Lysa speaks up, seemingly she’s recovered from earlier. 

“If you need anything at all, do not be afraid to call for us, my lady.” Elaine says as she smiles at you before they make their way out. 

“Elaine?” 

“Yes, princess?” She turns to face you, Lysa on her arm.

“Send the Mandalorian in please.” She doesn’t hide her smirk.

“Right away, my lady.”

They’re gone and you’re left alone for a few moments as you admire their work in the mirror until you hear the door softly creak open. He doesn’t speak as he enters, closing the door behind him, you smooth out the front of your gown with your hands before turning to face him.

“Can we talk about last night?” You try not to sound like you’re begging but in all honesty if that’s what it takes to get him to talk you’ll do it.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” His voice is cold and unfeeling. You hate it. 

“Please don’t do this.” You close your eyes. You give him a moment, a chance to say something, but he never speaks so you take a deep breath before marching towards the door, he’s hot on your heels.

“Princess, please, just wait-“ He tries to shut the door but you yank it open.

“I’m sick of waiting, I’m not doing this again, now let's go before we’re late.” You snap at him before taking off towards the main hall, the sounds of music and chatter already filling the castle. 

He doesn’t try to stop you again.

You walk until you see a line of people entering the hall, all of them clearing a path for you, as you step into the noisy, bright room you’re immediately overwhelmed. A man immediately to your left loudly announces:

“Princess Harand.”

You cringe slightly at the name as you stare out into the crowded hall.

There's way more people than you had expected. If it weren’t for his tasteless electric blue suit you wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for Kodo. Is it literally glowing? It looks like the jacket is literally glowing.

You have to shimmy your way through the crowd to get to him, eventually, once people see the Mandalorian they start clearing a path. He always stays just a few steps behind.

Get to Kodo, wish him a happy birthday, have a few drinks, make sure people see you, then get out. It’s easy enough.

When you finally make it to Kodo you can hear him saying something vulgar loudly to a group of men, many of whom you recognize from that terrible dinner a few moons back. A fair amount of them take a step back as you approach with the Mandalorian. 

It disgusts you to do so but you lean in to give Kodo a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, my prince.” You give him the best smile you can muster considering the fact that he repulses you and you’re already in a sour mood because of Mando.

“There’s my little mouse! I’ve been waiting for you!” He wraps the arm that isn’t currently nursing a drink around your waist as he pulls you in for a sloppy, drunken kiss. You manage to pull away from it quickly and resist the urge to wipe your mouth. He holds you at his side for a disappointing amount of time. Dragging you around like an accessory or perhaps a show dog for everyone to see, never even directly speaking to you. That is until about an hour and a half into your time at the ball, he leans in to whisper to you, his breath hot on your ear.

“Say, little mouse, what do you reckon the Mandalorians type is?” 

The abruptness of his question makes your blood run cold.

Married women? Princesses?

You struggle to come up with an answer for a brief moment until he drunkenly slurs in your ear again.

“I’d like to give him the night off, maybe give him a girl for the evening.”

The thought makes you sick. 

Of course, maybe the Mandalorian would want that sort of thing. But you want no part of it if that is the case so you give Kodo a weak smile as you eye Mando, still standing behind you, certainly listening in to this conversation.

“I have no idea, dear husband.” You whisper back. 

Almost as if on cue the doors are pulled open and you see exactly what Elaine meant when she said that this party would get rowdy as the night went on. What must be dozens of girls are ushered into the room and Kodo immediately releases his grip on your waist. 

“Run along now little mouse, perhaps go get yourself some refreshments.” He doesn’t even bother to look at you as he says it, his eyes trained on the women as they make their way over to him. Birthday boy must get to pick first you think as you roll your eyes, making your way over to a table with drinks, gulping down a glass of wine. As you look around the room you can’t help but laugh dryly.

It seems like all the other wives have been dismissed. 

You sip on another glass of wine as you watch Kodo pick out three girls.

Ambitious.

You want to laugh again but you don’t get the chance to as Kodo points behind him and see him leading one of the girls towards Mando.

You hadn’t even realized he wasn’t with you, Kodo must have told him to stay. 

She’s pretty. 

It makes your stomach churn as her fingers trace his chest plate and you can’t look anymore as she starts whispering to him. You look back to your husband whose tongue is already down another woman's throat.

That should bother you more, but you feel nothing as you stare.

Yet when you look at Mando simply speaking to the beautiful woman before him your heart clenches. 

So you stop looking, instead you shove yourself through the crowds until you make your way out of the party. 

Struggling to catch your breath as you stumble through the hallway, kicking your heels off and rushing towards the door you know will take you to the gardens. Desperate for air. 

You don’t hear his footsteps coming up behind you. You don’t even see him until you’re outside the castle, marching towards the forest trail. 

“Princess, please.” You hear the crackle of the modulator but ignore it as you continue stomping barefoot across the grounds. He catches up easily, he reaches for you but you swat his hand away.

“Go back inside, I’m sure that girl is waiting for you.” You snarl before continuing to make your way into the trees. You aren’t exactly sure what the goal is here but you just know that you need to get as far away from the castle as possible. 

“Don’t do that, you know I didn’t ask for that.” He pleads as you turn around to face him, hiking your skirt up a bit.

“You seemed bored and she seemed to be entertaining you just fine.” You hiss, before turning back around and continuing your hasty trek until you finally reach the gardens, settling near a few trees as you look up at the moon.

What’s the plan now that you’re here?

You’d kind of assumed that he wouldn’t follow you yet here he is, moonlight reflecting off of his armor. 

“Go back to her, I’m sure you’ll have a much better time there than you will here.” You grumble as he stands behind you, dutifully as ever.

“I dismissed her. Obviously.” His tone is snarky and his breath sounds shallow as you turn around to better assess him.

He’s panting. It’s a bit surprising considering he’s so rarely out of breath, he’s never struggled to keep up with you previously and in instances of stress he rarely sounds winded.

Yet right now his chest heaves under his armor and he sounds as if he has been chasing you his entire life and has only just now caught up.

“What is wrong with you? You sound as though you have followed me across the planet, not out into the gardens.” You scold him as you lean against one of the trees. Sick of playing this endless game with him as his head falls back in exasperation. 

“This is what happens when one aches as I have ached.” He growls back, taking a step towards you and pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. 

“You… ache?” Your brows are furrowed in confusion at his choice of words as you scoff. 

“Yes.” He drops his hand to his side as he sighs. 

“I don’t- I don’t understand.” You stand up straighter as your gaze softens a bit, he sounds so dejected.

His helmet faces you with such severity that it is as if there isn’t a layer of steel between you. It’s as if you’re staring directly into each other's eyes. 

It’s quiet. The only sounds are his heavy breathing and the occasional sound of bugs buzzing through the leaves of the greenery around you. The modulator crackles every so often like he’s trying to figure out what to say but just can’t seem to find the words. Every so often he’ll stutter out the start of a sentence and then stop.

You don’t walk away this time. 

And you don’t chastise him. 

Instead you let him figure it out as you stare at him, unable to keep the sympathetic look off your face as you try to come off as stern. 

You give him time, he watches you as you watch the moon. 

After several minutes he seems to settle into a calm so you look back into the visor. 

He sighs, and when he does speak his voice is low and hoarse.

“I ache. Day and night, my flesh, my bones, and my mind ache.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

He takes a step towards you.

“I ache in your presence, I ache when we are apart and the only thing that soothes the agony within me is to be the object of your attention. I cannot so much as breathe without being wounded by you. You have buried yourself so deeply within my very being that I cannot escape you. There is not a blade in this galaxy that is sharp enough to carve out the mark you have left inside of me.” His voice doesn’t tremble, he doesn’t so much as stutter as he speaks now. 

You have to look away. You don’t know how it’s possible for someone wearing a helmet to have such an intense gaze but you can’t bear to see it anymore as you stare at the ground. 

“You don’t mean that. You can’t possibly mean that.” Is all you manage to mumble, your mind racing almost as fast as your heart as he takes another step towards you, he’s within arms reach of you but he makes no move to touch you yet.

“I could leave right now. Pack up my things and fly to the furthest outer rim planet I can find, spend the rest of my days alone, and every second of my existence would still be spent wondering if you are okay, what you are doing, and if you are happy.”

He brings his hand up to rest under your chin, tilting your head up to face him once more before dropping it to his side again.

“They could drag me away right now, lock me up, bind me in steel in the deepest cell the castle dungeon has to offer. They could torture me for things I’ve done to you, for the things I yearn to do to you, and I would live out the rest of my days hoping that my imprisonment does not inconvenience you.” 

He takes one more step forward. You’re certain you’re trembling at this point, his voice drips with a level of devotion that you cannot begin to fathom. He’s close enough now that if you listen carefully enough you can hear his real voice behind the helmet along with the modulated version, unfiltered and raw.

“You could force me to my knees right now, make me renounce my creed, tear my helmet from my head, and lay me bare for your judgment. And all I would do is pray that my face is up to your standards.” 

His breathing is labored as he stares down at you.

There is no air of falsehood to his words yet you can’t seem to accept them. 

You want nothing more than to believe everything he is saying but you just can’t bring yourself to, as you stare right back up at him.

“Why should I believe that? Why should I believe a word that comes out of your blasphemous mouth when I don’t even know who I’m talking to?” You can feel your anger bubbling to the surface.

He doesn’t seem to have a response and you’re getting fired up so you don’t bother waiting for him this time.

“Why should I believe that this is not a trick? That you are not simply toying with me to get me into your bed?” You jab a finger into his chest plate as you say it. 

He doesn’t so much as move an inch.

“Every hour I find that I am speaking to a new version of you, why should I believe that this version, the version that aches will not be gone just as quickly as the others?” Your voice is strained as you continue to berate him, the part of you that longs to believe his every word is creeping into your mind as you try desperately to shove it away. “I don’t even know which one I’m speaking to now, so who is it Mando?” 

He takes another step forward and you shove him back this time. You know you aren’t actually strong enough to move him so you’re grateful for the fact that he takes a step back on his own. 

“I know I’ve been cruel to you and I’m sorry, you think it doesn’t bring me shame to know that I’ve hurt you?” His voice carries that gentle tone that always manages to soothe you, the one he reserves just for you, except this time it does nothing to put you at ease.

“It brings you shame? Imagine how I feel. You do not know what it is to ache as I have, you are one of the only good things I have left and I don't even know what you are. So tell me Mando, who have you decided to be today? My bodyguard? My lover? Perhaps you would like to be my rival today, or maybe even my friend?” You feel your eyes growing misty as you fight to keep what little composure you have left. “Spit it out! Which Mando have you decided to be today? I’d love to know who I’m talking to, which one have you decided to be? Who are you Mando?”

“Din.”

“What?”

“Right now I’m Din.” 

It takes a moment for it to register in your brain. And when it does there isn’t room for anger anymore, and there isn’t room for confusion. There’s only room for him, he’s taking up all the space. 

Din. 

“Is that okay?” His voice is barely a whisper.

Just Din.

You don’t want to be mad at Din.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. For everything.”

“It’s okay.”

“It isn’t though.”

“Din is enough, for now.”

You want to take his hand, something, anything to comfort him, to let him know that for now it’s okay, but before you get the chance you feel leather covering your eyes. His hand presses gently against the top half of your face and your vision goes dark. 

And then you hear the hiss of air. 

You let out a small gasp and as you do his lips are on yours. Warm, soft, and needy. 

You’ve read hundreds of kisses. Every one of your little romance novels has them. They’re always rough, desperate and electric. That’s always how they’re described. Like an electric shock.

This isn’t that. 

This is familiar, and sweet, quite literally his mouth tastes like vanilla. (If that’s even possible.) It crosses your mind that this is probably his first kiss but it certainly doesn’t feel like it. As his lips fit against yours like they were made to. As if he were forged just for you. His kiss feels like he wants to melt into you, like he’d be content to do just this for the rest of his life.

But most importantly, it soothes the ache.

He doesn’t pull away, he breathes into you. His mouth is persistent against yours, his stubble scratching against your chin. When you bring your hands up to cup his face you realize he’s holding his helmet up just enough to expose everything below his nose. You settle for resting them on his shoulders instead. 

He doesn’t ask for more.

Just this.

He doesn’t push for anything other than his lips on yours and it gives you a strange feeling of safety. 

And it’s over too soon. 

He pulls away and before you’re ready for it to end you hear air hissing again and his hand moves from your eyes to cradle your cheek.

You’re staring at Beskar, as if he never even took it off in the first place.

“Was that okay?” He sounds almost self-conscious and you can’t help but smile.

“More than okay.” You murmur as his thumb caresses your face.

“I will make it up to you. For everything I did, I will find a way to make it up to you.” 

“Okay, Din.” You say softly as he reaches down to take your hand. 

“No more days, no more rules, and no more games. Just you.” You let him bring your hand up to rest on the steel of his helmet. “I’ll make it up to you sarad.” He holds your hand there for a moment before taking a step back. “I have an idea.”

It feels too good to be true. All of this, and something in the back of your mind tries to remind you of that fact but you push it away. 

“I want you to know me, is that okay?” 

You nod.

He holds his hand out to you. 

You take his hand. You take Din’s hand.

“Would you like to see my cabin sarad’ika?” 

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[srbachchan]

DAY 5796 दिन ५७९६

Jalsa, Mumbai Dec 30/31, 2023 Sat/Sun 1:21 AM

Birthday - EF Nandita Kao .. Pankaj Purohit .. Manish Sevalal Tiwari .. Sunday, 31 December ..

Birthday - Ef Shrikant Deshmukh Sunday, 31 December ..

all the wishes for this day and may all ever remain well and in prosperity .. from the Family Ef ..

❤️

🌹

Finally a reprieve from the routine of the lethargic constituent to one that has tried to keep consistency .. and here in its manifestation we are .. true to the age old post postponed postage ..

😂

So postponement .. in the minds and words of the AI literate world :

Postponement, a temporal pause echoing life’s unpredictability, offers respite or anxiety. It yields opportunity for reflection, reevaluation, or preparation amid shifting circumstances. Sometimes a strategic maneuver, postponement grants a chance to refine plans or adapt to unforeseen hurdles. Yet, it can also breed uncertainty, delaying progress and instigating doubts. Embraced wisely, it nurtures patience, unveiling unforeseen possibilities or enhancing outcomes. However, frequent deferral risks inertia, challenging momentum and commitment. Postponement’s impact resonates beyond mere delay, influencing decisions, altering paths, and shaping the course of events, exemplifying the delicate balance between seizing the moment and yielding to time's sway.

'unpredictability' was the only catch word in this assessed assessment .. for, are all not in the same shooting range, of unpredictable dictions .. !??

consternation .. each effort is now an exercise to how to decorate the store, so it sells its stuff amicably and with commercial gain .. the usual game has lost its bearings .. foul upon yellow red card and all in the sundry .. penalties successful too .. and the ball boy has left the job to be at the doors of individual chapter games .. more time more remunerative .. the seeking is at its prime , in the alternate way ..

It was from us to them .. now from them to us .. the mill blades rotate furiously and with utter modesty and speed strike up a conversation that , in all honesty is completely one sided .. jai ho !

the Ogre has lost its heads - once a terror of fear and anxiety, now a mild foppish listless snail of existence ..

the heads no longer heads .. nor tails .. the coin has just refused to drop back to the ground of tossed gamesmanship .. no side decisions, no hand shake with the watchers , no exchange of momento flags .. nothing .. it's just that kneel prior, against the common victim, of humiliation and authority ..

game on .. and there are no keepers to the squared brackets of resulting scores , loaded by nets of networking results .. play on and hope that the goals are indeed scored .. else the 5th non exists ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[luckbealincoln]

Best Kept Secret

chapter sixteen : absolution

THIS SERIES HAS BEEN MOVED AND RE-UPLOADED TO ANOTHER ACCOUNT. WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE. THIS POST STILL EXISTS AS AN ARCHIVE BUT THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE!!

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 4.6k

summary : the reader attends a ball

warnings, etc. : language, angst

There’s a visceral sense of dread when you wake up, for several reasons. 

The glaring obvious culprit of your discomfort would be the fact that today’s your husband's birthday. The much more subtle one being the fact that it still sounds like someones revving a podracer out in the main room, clearly indicating to you that the Mandalorian is still asleep. 

You should wake him. 

The last thing you need is the girls coming in to find him in your bed.     

So you sit up, trying to stretch as quietly as possible before getting up and making your way out.

There are a lot of questions milling about in our mind right now, the most prominent one regarding his memory of last night.

Will he remember what he said?

Will you tell him if he doesn’t? 

He seemed pretty out of it, and even if he did recall his words would he even address them?

He has to. He can’t just do that to you. It doesn’t matter how tired he is, he doesn’t get to toy with you like this.

So you step into the main room. 

How is it possible to look so serious while sleeping yet sound so ridiculous? 

You make your way to his side of the bed, gently shaking his shoulder. 

“Mando, you need to get up.” You mumble, still trying to wake up your own brain.

He’s unmoving. His snores are as consistent as ever as you reach down to grab both of his shoulders, shaking him much less gently.

“Get up, the girls are gonna be here any min-“

You don’t even get a chance to scream as you’re flipped onto the bed. In the blink of an eye he’s got you shoved into the mattress. The wind gets knocked out of you, on instinct your hands go to take a defensive position in front of you but they’re pinned into the sheets, his body on all fours hovering above yours. 

Neither of you speaks for a moment as he seems to still be waking up, your eyes wide as you stare up at him. 

“…It’s just me.” You manage to squeak out through your shock and his grip on your wrists immediately loosens. Before he has a chance to react further there’s a single knock at the door signifying that Elaine and Lysa have arrived and as the door swings open you both move too quickly and your forehead knocks against his helmet as you struggle to get out from under him which subsequently sends you off the edge of the bed.

You can’t help but think that this morning can’t possibly get worse. 

Of course it does though because you’re you and for some reason the Maker loves to see you suffer. 

You grab onto him for support before you go tumbling off the mattress and of course he goes off of it with you and of course he twists himself so he hits the ground first. 

Normally you’d be touched by the fact that his natural instinct was to protect you, but you don’t really have a chance to because the wind is knocked out of you for the second time this morning as your chest slams against his when his back hits the ground. 

The girls walk in on the scene you’ve found yourself in and their chatter immediately goes silent. 

Your first thought as you get your bearings is, at least you aren’t on the bed anymore. 

But you can’t help but wish you’d stayed like that as you realize the position you’re in now. Your thighs straddle his waist and he’s holding you against him as you both groan in pain. 

You both turn to look at the girls in sync, Lysa has a look of horror on her face and Elaine simply shakes her head as she grabs the other girl's arm, dragging her out of the room in silence before slamming the door shut. 

You stare at the Mandalorian underneath you once they’re gone. You must look like a tomato with how red your face has become.

Before you can make it any worse he silently grabs you by the waist and lifts you off of him, setting you down next to him, neither of you daring to move further until he clears his throat. 

“Are you alright?” He sounds as embarrassed as you feel.

“Yeah, just a little shaken up.” You whisper back. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I didn’t mean to, I’m not used to being-“

“I know. It’s okay.”

It makes you a bit sad. What a life he must have known to have reacted like that when being woken up. To immediately be under the assumption that someone is going to hurt him.

He spends all of his time protecting you but who protects him? 

Before you have any more time to wallow in that realization he’s on his feet and pulling you to yours. 

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but he’s already heading for the door and you don’t bother trying to stop him as he goes, leaving the door open for the girls to come back in. As they step back into the room cautiously you watch him lean against the opposite wall before Elaine closes the door. 

They both stare at you expectantly but you don’t have any words. No sense in lying and the truth sounds like a lie so you just keep your mouth shut. 

When they realize you aren’t going to explain yourself they sit you at the vanity, Elaine takes a brush to your hair as Lysa hurries off to the closet, she looks more mortified than you do. 

You frown at the mirror and watch as Elaine stifles a laugh.

“It isn’t funny.” You grumble as she continues brushing your hair.

“Of course it isn’t, my lady.” She dons an expression of mock seriousness as you turn around to glare at her.

“Nothing happened, he was just sleeping.” Before the words even leave your mouth you know they must sound absurd as she chokes back another laugh.

“I’m sure he was ma’am.” She turns your head back towards the mirror and you don’t bother arguing further. 

Lysa returns from the closet with a dress you’re sure you’ve never seen before and you can’t help but gawk at it. 

It’s gorgeous. You swear you haven’t seen it there before, it’s a beautiful champagne ball gown, she sets it carefully onto the bed.  

“Shall we go to the fresher? We’ve already drawn your bath my lady.” Elaine takes you by the arm and leads you out of the room. The Mandalorian looks like he’s managed to pull himself together as the girls lead you to the fresher down the hall. He follows closely behind, only halting when you arrive, thank gods he stays outside when the girls usher you in. 

They carefully strip you of your nightgown and Lysa leads you to the tub. Once you’re settled they prepare to take their leave. 

“You’ll need to see to it that you are properly clean, my lady, you’ll want to look your best for tonight, can I get you anything before we leave to continue your preparations?” Elaine cocks an eyebrow as Lysa hurries out, still not making eye contact with you. “Don’t worry about her.” Elaine winks and you frown at the implication.

“Just a book if I’m going to be here for a while I suppose.” 

She nods.

“Right away, my lady. And shall I send the Mandalorian in when I take my leave?”

“Elaine!” You shriek as she leaves, snickering until the door is shut, leaving you to stare, embarrassed, into the bubbles. 

After you have to sit in your shame for a few minutes she returns with a smirk, handing you some raunchy romance novel which you take with a scowl before she leaves without a word. 

You soak in the tub for quite some time. You get through a good third of the book by the time the girls come to get you. 

If you thought they spent too much time dressing you on a normal day that was nothing compared to today. Hours of doing absolute nonsense to your body. They rub unfamiliar oils into your hair and skin, pluck at stray hairs and spend an obscene amount of time deciding what jewelry would look best with the dress. 

You try to find a time to talk to Mando but everytime you think you’ll get the chance one of the girls whisks you away for another unfamiliar skin care regimen until you feel scrubbed and raw. 

They quite literally do this the entire day. By the time they’re done the sun is setting outside your window and you know the ball is going to begin soon. They lace you into the gown. It really is a work of art with its long flowing skirt and the way it hugs your torso. A beaded pattern runs up the front like vines. The color of it reminds you of the way Elaine makes your tea and caf, a light cream color. 

They decided on pearls. Simple and elegant strings of pearls around your neck and wrists. You stop them as they go to do your hair. 

“Can we leave it down? I like it the way it is.” You stare at yourself in the mirror. 

You look nice. Really nice.

Like you.

“It looks good like that.” Lysa speaks up, seemingly she’s recovered from earlier. 

“If you need anything at all, do not be afraid to call for us, my lady.” Elaine says as she smiles at you before they make their way out. 

“Elaine?” 

“Yes, princess?” She turns to face you, Lysa on her arm.

“Send the Mandalorian in please.” She doesn’t hide her smirk.

“Right away, my lady.”

They’re gone and you’re left alone for a few moments as you admire their work in the mirror until you hear the door softly creak open. He doesn’t speak as he enters, closing the door behind him, you smooth out the front of your gown with your hands before turning to face him.

“Can we talk about last night?” You try not to sound like you’re begging but in all honesty if that’s what it takes to get him to talk you’ll do it.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” His voice is cold and unfeeling. You hate it. 

“Please don’t do this.” You close your eyes. You give him a moment, a chance to say something, but he never speaks so you take a deep breath before marching towards the door, he’s hot on your heels.

“Princess, please, just wait-“ He tries to shut the door but you yank it open.

“I’m sick of waiting, I’m not doing this again, now let's go before we’re late.” You snap at him before taking off towards the main hall, the sounds of music and chatter already filling the castle. 

He doesn’t try to stop you again.

You walk until you see a line of people entering the hall, all of them clearing a path for you, as you step into the noisy, bright room you’re immediately overwhelmed. A man immediately to your left loudly announces:

“Princess Harand.”

You cringe slightly at the name as you stare out into the crowded hall.

There's way more people than you had expected. If it weren’t for his tasteless electric blue suit you wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for Kodo. Is it literally glowing? It looks like the jacket is literally glowing.

You have to shimmy your way through the crowd to get to him, eventually, once people see the Mandalorian they start clearing a path. He always stays just a few steps behind.

Get to Kodo, wish him a happy birthday, have a few drinks, make sure people see you, then get out. It’s easy enough.

When you finally make it to Kodo you can hear him saying something vulgar loudly to a group of men, many of whom you recognize from that terrible dinner a few moons back. A fair amount of them take a step back as you approach with the Mandalorian. 

It disgusts you to do so but you lean in to give Kodo a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday, my prince.” You give him the best smile you can muster considering the fact that he repulses you and you’re already in a sour mood because of Mando.

“There’s my little mouse! I’ve been waiting for you!” He wraps the arm that isn’t currently nursing a drink around your waist as he pulls you in for a sloppy, drunken kiss. You manage to pull away from it quickly and resist the urge to wipe your mouth. He holds you at his side for a disappointing amount of time. Dragging you around like an accessory or perhaps a show dog for everyone to see, never even directly speaking to you. That is until about an hour and a half into your time at the ball, he leans in to whisper to you, his breath hot on your ear.

“Say, little mouse, what do you reckon the Mandalorians type is?” 

The abruptness of his question makes your blood run cold.

Married women? Princesses?

You struggle to come up with an answer for a brief moment until he drunkenly slurs in your ear again.

“I’d like to give him the night off, maybe give him a girl for the evening.”

The thought makes you sick. 

Of course, maybe the Mandalorian would want that sort of thing. But you want no part of it if that is the case so you give Kodo a weak smile as you eye Mando, still standing behind you, certainly listening in to this conversation.

“I have no idea, dear husband.” You whisper back. 

Almost as if on cue the doors are pulled open and you see exactly what Elaine meant when she said that this party would get rowdy as the night went on. What must be dozens of girls are ushered into the room and Kodo immediately releases his grip on your waist. 

“Run along now little mouse, perhaps go get yourself some refreshments.” He doesn’t even bother to look at you as he says it, his eyes trained on the women as they make their way over to him. Birthday boy must get to pick first you think as you roll your eyes, making your way over to a table with drinks, gulping down a glass of wine. As you look around the room you can’t help but laugh dryly.

It seems like all the other wives have been dismissed. 

You sip on another glass of wine as you watch Kodo pick out three girls.

Ambitious.

You want to laugh again but you don’t get the chance to as Kodo points behind him and see him leading one of the girls towards Mando.

You hadn’t even realized he wasn’t with you, Kodo must have told him to stay. 

She’s pretty. 

It makes your stomach churn as her fingers trace his chest plate and you can’t look anymore as she starts whispering to him. You look back to your husband whose tongue is already down another woman's throat.

That should bother you more, but you feel nothing as you stare.

Yet when you look at Mando simply speaking to the beautiful woman before him your heart clenches. 

So you stop looking, instead you shove yourself through the crowds until you make your way out of the party. 

Struggling to catch your breath as you stumble through the hallway, kicking your heels off and rushing towards the door you know will take you to the gardens. Desperate for air. 

You don’t hear his footsteps coming up behind you. You don’t even see him until you’re outside the castle, marching towards the forest trail. 

“Princess, please.” You hear the crackle of the modulator but ignore it as you continue stomping barefoot across the grounds. He catches up easily, he reaches for you but you swat his hand away.

“Go back inside, I’m sure that girl is waiting for you.” You snarl before continuing to make your way into the trees. You aren’t exactly sure what the goal is here but you just know that you need to get as far away from the castle as possible. 

“Don’t do that, you know I didn’t ask for that.” He pleads as you turn around to face him, hiking your skirt up a bit.

“You seemed bored and she seemed to be entertaining you just fine.” You hiss, before turning back around and continuing your hasty trek until you finally reach the gardens, settling near a few trees as you look up at the moon.

What’s the plan now that you’re here?

You’d kind of assumed that he wouldn’t follow you yet here he is, moonlight reflecting off of his armor. 

“Go back to her, I’m sure you’ll have a much better time there than you will here.” You grumble as he stands behind you, dutifully as ever.

“I dismissed her. Obviously.” His tone is snarky and his breath sounds shallow as you turn around to better assess him.

He’s panting. It’s a bit surprising considering he’s so rarely out of breath, he’s never struggled to keep up with you previously and in instances of stress he rarely sounds winded.

Yet right now his chest heaves under his armor and he sounds as if he has been chasing you his entire life and has only just now caught up.

“What is wrong with you? You sound as though you have followed me across the planet, not out into the gardens.” You scold him as you lean against one of the trees. Sick of playing this endless game with him as his head falls back in exasperation. 

“This is what happens when one aches as I have ached.” He growls back, taking a step towards you and pointing an accusatory finger in your direction. 

“You… ache?” Your brows are furrowed in confusion at his choice of words as you scoff. 

“Yes.” He drops his hand to his side as he sighs. 

“I don’t- I don’t understand.” You stand up straighter as your gaze softens a bit, he sounds so dejected.

His helmet faces you with such severity that it is as if there isn’t a layer of steel between you. It’s as if you’re staring directly into each other's eyes. 

It’s quiet. The only sounds are his heavy breathing and the occasional sound of bugs buzzing through the leaves of the greenery around you. The modulator crackles every so often like he’s trying to figure out what to say but just can’t seem to find the words. Every so often he’ll stutter out the start of a sentence and then stop.

You don’t walk away this time. 

And you don’t chastise him. 

Instead you let him figure it out as you stare at him, unable to keep the sympathetic look off your face as you try to come off as stern. 

You give him time, he watches you as you watch the moon. 

After several minutes he seems to settle into a calm so you look back into the visor. 

He sighs, and when he does speak his voice is low and hoarse.

“I ache. Day and night, my flesh, my bones, and my mind ache.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

He takes a step towards you.

“I ache in your presence, I ache when we are apart and the only thing that soothes the agony within me is to be the object of your attention. I cannot so much as breathe without being wounded by you. You have buried yourself so deeply within my very being that I cannot escape you. There is not a blade in this galaxy that is sharp enough to carve out the mark you have left inside of me.” His voice doesn’t tremble, he doesn’t so much as stutter as he speaks now. 

You have to look away. You don’t know how it’s possible for someone wearing a helmet to have such an intense gaze but you can’t bear to see it anymore as you stare at the ground. 

“You don’t mean that. You can’t possibly mean that.” Is all you manage to mumble, your mind racing almost as fast as your heart as he takes another step towards you, he’s within arms reach of you but he makes no move to touch you yet.

“I could leave right now. Pack up my things and fly to the furthest outer rim planet I can find, spend the rest of my days alone, and every second of my existence would still be spent wondering if you are okay, what you are doing, and if you are happy.”

He brings his hand up to rest under your chin, tilting your head up to face him once more before dropping it to his side again.

“They could drag me away right now, lock me up, bind me in steel in the deepest cell the castle dungeon has to offer. They could torture me for things I’ve done to you, for the things I yearn to do to you, and I would live out the rest of my days hoping that my imprisonment does not inconvenience you.” 

He takes one more step forward. You’re certain you’re trembling at this point, his voice drips with a level of devotion that you cannot begin to fathom. He’s close enough now that if you listen carefully enough you can hear his real voice behind the helmet along with the modulated version, unfiltered and raw.

“You could force me to my knees right now, make me renounce my creed, tear my helmet from my head, and lay me bare for your judgment. And all I would do is pray that my face is up to your standards.” 

His breathing is labored as he stares down at you.

There is no air of falsehood to his words yet you can’t seem to accept them. 

You want nothing more than to believe everything he is saying but you just can’t bring yourself to, as you stare right back up at him.

“Why should I believe that? Why should I believe a word that comes out of your blasphemous mouth when I don’t even know who I’m talking to?” You can feel your anger bubbling to the surface.

He doesn’t seem to have a response and you’re getting fired up so you don’t bother waiting for him this time.

“Why should I believe that this is not a trick? That you are not simply toying with me to get me into your bed?” You jab a finger into his chest plate as you say it. 

He doesn’t so much as move an inch.

“Every hour I find that I am speaking to a new version of you, why should I believe that this version, the version that aches will not be gone just as quickly as the others?” Your voice is strained as you continue to berate him, the part of you that longs to believe his every word is creeping into your mind as you try desperately to shove it away. “I don’t even know which one I’m speaking to now, so who is it Mando?” 

He takes another step forward and you shove him back this time. You know you aren’t actually strong enough to move him so you’re grateful for the fact that he takes a step back on his own. 

“I know I’ve been cruel to you and I’m sorry, you think it doesn’t bring me shame to know that I’ve hurt you?” His voice carries that gentle tone that always manages to soothe you, the one he reserves just for you, except this time it does nothing to put you at ease.

“It brings you shame? Imagine how I feel. You do not know what it is to ache as I have, you are one of the only good things I have left and I don't even know what you are. So tell me Mando, who have you decided to be today? My bodyguard? My lover? Perhaps you would like to be my rival today, or maybe even my friend?” You feel your eyes growing misty as you fight to keep what little composure you have left. “Spit it out! Which Mando have you decided to be today? I’d love to know who I’m talking to, which one have you decided to be? Who are you Mando?”

“Din.”

“What?”

“Right now I’m Din.” 

It takes a moment for it to register in your brain. And when it does there isn’t room for anger anymore, and there isn’t room for confusion. There’s only room for him, he’s taking up all the space. 

Din. 

“Is that okay?” His voice is barely a whisper.

Just Din.

You don’t want to be mad at Din.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. For everything.”

“It’s okay.”

“It isn’t though.”

“Din is enough, for now.”

You want to take his hand, something, anything to comfort him, to let him know that for now it’s okay, but before you get the chance you feel leather covering your eyes. His hand presses gently against the top half of your face and your vision goes dark. 

And then you hear the hiss of air. 

You let out a small gasp and as you do his lips are on yours. Warm, soft, and needy. 

You’ve read hundreds of kisses. Every one of your little romance novels has them. They’re always rough, desperate and electric. That’s always how they’re described. Like an electric shock.

This isn’t that. 

This is familiar, and sweet, quite literally his mouth tastes like vanilla. (If that’s even possible.) It crosses your mind that this is probably his first kiss but it certainly doesn’t feel like it. As his lips fit against yours like they were made to. As if he were forged just for you. His kiss feels like he wants to melt into you, like he’d be content to do just this for the rest of his life.

But most importantly, it soothes the ache.

He doesn’t pull away, he breathes into you. His mouth is persistent against yours, his stubble scratching against your chin. When you bring your hands up to cup his face you realize he’s holding his helmet up just enough to expose everything below his nose. You settle for resting them on his shoulders instead. 

He doesn’t ask for more.

Just this.

He doesn’t push for anything other than his lips on yours and it gives you a strange feeling of safety. 

And it’s over too soon. 

He pulls away and before you’re ready for it to end you hear air hissing again and his hand moves from your eyes to cradle your cheek.

You’re staring at Beskar, as if he never even took it off in the first place.

“Was that okay?” He sounds almost self-conscious and you can’t help but smile.

“More than okay.” You murmur as his thumb caresses your face.

“I will make it up to you. For everything I did, I will find a way to make it up to you.” 

“Okay, Din.” You say softly as he reaches down to take your hand. 

“No more days, no more rules, and no more games. Just you.” You let him bring your hand up to rest on the steel of his helmet. “I’ll make it up to you sarad.” He holds your hand there for a moment before taking a step back. “I have an idea.”

It feels too good to be true. All of this, and something in the back of your mind tries to remind you of that fact but you push it away. 

“I want you to know me, is that okay?” 

You nod.

He holds his hand out to you. 

You take his hand. You take Din’s hand.

“Would you like to see my cabin sarad’ika?” 

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Can you give more tips on how to play your Cyber-Controller deck?

Magic the Gathering tip: sure!

First of all, here's the video where I go over the deck:

My biggest tip for playing this deck is to make use of setup turns. In the early game, you want to play the Cyber-Controller for small amounts, like X equals 2-3, just to get a few Cybermen to begin feeding cards like Blinkmoth Urn and Karn, Legacy Reforged, and get counters on Elementalist's Palette if you have it. I've cast him for X equals 1 on multiple occasions. Don't be discouraged if you hit few or no creatures in these early casts, you can always try again. Once you get the ball rolling on mana production and Cyber-Controller cast consistency, you want to cast him for X equals 5-6 to begin assembling your Cyberman army, and once you have a decent number of them, don't be afraid to do nothing on your turn but cast him for as much mana as you can. If you wiff or he gets countered, you still have Cybermen from the previous turns to keep you safe. If he resolves for a huge amount, I've cast him for X equals 30 before, you can often assemble a boardstate that is extremely hard to attack into and can win you the game quickly.

Casting the Cyber-Controller without a way to put him back into your hand can be risky sometimes. If he gets stuck on the field, you can't cast him again. You could always just block with him to put him back into the command zone, but this isn't ideal because commander tax exists. Usually you want something like Dour Port-Mage or Drafna, Founder of Lat-Nam in play on turn 3-4, or have a solid suite of bounce spells in hand, and then you start casting the Cyber-Controller. If you have Trusted Advisor, you want to play on the same turn you cast the Cyber-Controller so you aren't forced to bounce something else.

The deck is really about knowing how to manage your resources so once you go all-in, you won't be blown away by someone countering the Cyber-Controller. Don't forget that attacking is also a game action, so if you dump all your mana into a Cyber-Controller that gets countered, just swing all at that opponent if you can. That'll teach em.

You don't want to keep a hand that doesn't have any sort of mana dork or rock, you really want one or preferably two cause even the setup of the deck can be mana hungry. Sonic Screwdriver is one of the sneaky best cards, being able to untap a Basalt Monolith or Elementalist's Palette to get double duty out of it can really speed things up. And of course there's the Basalt Monolith combos, if you have something like Forensic Gadgeteer or Forsaken Monument you can make infinite mana with it to cast the Cyber-Controller for X equals a billion and mill everyone out.

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After a brutal preliminary round, we have reached the tournament proper. Round 1 will consist of 64 matchups, with 1 through 32 in Week 1 and 33 through 64 in Week 2, and those groups will continue to alternate through the rounds until we reach the Finals, which will consist of both the final matchup for first place and a matchup between the two losers of the semifinals for third place.

This tournament has concluded, and the winners can be found here.

Links to a google sheet with the original submissions and a google doc with all propaganda for all submissions with content warnings can be found here.

If you have any trigger warnings you want me to include (you can check against what is already being tagged here), please submit them here.

And if you want to create a prediction for the whole tournament, you can create and submit it here because why not, right? Let's see who gets it right! Go here, scroll down, and click the green button saying "Create a Prediction"!

NOTE: You can use a phony email address when they ask for one.

Now, for some convenient links to the matchups!

The matchups were as follows:

ROUND 7 - FINALS AND 3RD PLACE

WEEK 12

127.) Bumble (Warrior Cats) vs Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) 128.) Asuna (Sword Art Online) vs Misa Amane (Death Note)

ROUND 6 - SEMIFINALS

WEEK 11

125.) Bumble (Warrior Cats) vs Asuna (Sword Art Online) 126.) Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) vs Misa Amane (Death Note)

ROUND 5

WEEK 10

123.) Katherina Minola (The Taming of the Shrew) vs Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) 124.) Misa Amane (Death Note) vs Abbie Mills (Sleepy Hollow)

WEEK 9

121.) Bumble (Warrior Cats) vs Alex DeWitt (DC Comics) 122.) Asuna (Sword Art Online) vs Sakura Haruno (Naruto)

ROUND 4

WEEK 8

117.) Katherina Minola (The Taming of the Shrew) vs Talia al Ghul (DC Comics) 118.) Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones) vs Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) 119.) Misa Amane (Death Note) vs Casca (Berserk) 120.) Elektra Natchios (Marvel Comics) vs Abbie Mills (Sleepy Hollow)

WEEK 7

113.) Starfire (DC Comics) vs Bumble (Warrior Cats) 114.) Alex DeWitt (DC Comics) vs Leafpool (Warrior Cats) 115.) Kamala Khan (Marvel Comics) vs Asuna (Sword Art Online) 116.) Sakura Haruno (Naruto) vs Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones)

ROUND 3

WEEK 6

105.) Katherina Minola (The Taming of the Shrew) vs Orihime Inoue (Bleach) 106.) Talia al Ghul (DC Comics) vs Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney) 107.) Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones) vs Mary Winchester (Supernatural) 108.) Natasha Romanoff (MCU) vs Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) 109.) Misa Amane (Death Note) vs Madison Paige (Heavy Rain) 110.) Casca (Berserk) vs Hélène Kuragina (War and Peace) 111.) Elektra Natchios (Marvel Comics) vs Susan Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia) 112.) Mikaela Banes (Transformers) vs Abbie Mills (Sleepy Hollow)

WEEK 5

97.) Starfire (DC Comics) vs Marwa (What We Do in the Shadows (TV Series)) 98.) Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball) vs Bumble (Warrior Cats) 99.) Alex DeWitt (DC Comics) vs Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug) 100.) Leafpool (Warrior Cats) vs Lisa Cuddy (House MD) 101.) Kamala Khan (Marvel Comics) vs Stephanie (EverymanHYBRID) 102.) Malty S Melromarc (Rising of the Shield Hero) vs Asuna (Sword Art Online) 103.) Sakura Haruno (Naruto) vs Pussy Galore (Goldfinger) 104.) Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones) vs Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton)

ROUND 2

WEEK 4

81.) Kendra Young (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) vs Katherina Minola (The Taming of the Shrew) 82.) Naomi Misora (Death Note) vs Orihime Inoue (Bleach) 83.) Talia al Ghul (DC Comics) vs Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler) 84.) Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney) vs Kotori Mizuki/Tori Meadows (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL) 85.) Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) vs Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones) 86.) Mary Winchester (Supernatural) vs Chloe von Einzbern (Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA ILLYA) 87.) Natasha Romanoff (MCU) vs Gwen Stacy (Marvel Comics) 88.) Eve (Paradise Lost) vs Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) 89.) Misa Amane (Death Note) vs Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer) 90.) Margaret Houlihan (MASH (Movie 1970)) vs Madison Paige (Heavy Rain) 91.) Casca (Berserk) vs Stephanie Brown (DC Comics) 92.) Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney) vs Hélène Kuragina (War and Peace) 93.) Sonia Hedgehog (Sonic Underground) vs Elektra Natchios (Marvel Comics) 94.) Susan Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia) vs River Tam (Firefly) 95.) Mikaela Banes (Transformers) vs Momo Yaoyorozu (My Hero Academia) 96.) Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Abbie Mills (Sleepy Hollow)

WEEK 3

65.) Starfire (DC Comics) vs Gwen (BBC Merlin) 66.) Marwa (What We Do in the Shadows (TV Series)) vs Azula (Avatar the Last Airbender) 67.) Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball) 68.) Bumble (Warrior Cats) vs Irene Adler (BBC Sherlock) 69.) Alex DeWitt (DC Comics) vs Amber Volakis (House MD) 70.) Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Jade (Dragon Quest 11) 71.) Leafpool (Warrior Cats) vs Holy Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders) 72.) Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair) vs Lisa Cuddy (House MD) 73.) Kaede Akamatsu (Daganronpa V3) vs Kamala Khan (Marvel Comics) 74.) Teresa (Maze Runner Series) vs Stephanie (EverymanHYBRID) 75.) Ochako Uraraka (My Hero Academia) vs Malty S Melromarc (Rising of the Shield Hero) 76.) Asuna (Sword Art Online) vs Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation) 77.) Sakura Haruno (Naruto) vs Hinata Hyuuga (Naruto) 78.) Quiet (Metal Gear Solid: The Phantom Pain) vs Pussy Galore (Goldfinger) 79.) Ann Takamaki (Persona 5) vs Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones) 80.) Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton) vs Deanna Troi (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

ROUND 1

(Due to limits on links per post, Round 1 links are here.)

WEEK 2

33.) Kendra Young (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) vs Sylvanas Windrunner (Warcraft) 34.) Katherina Minola (The Taming of the Shrew) vs Barbarara Gordon (DC Comics) 35.) Arcee (Transformers) vs Naomi Misora (Death Note) 36.) Orihime Inoue (Bleach) vs Julia (Hellraiser) 37.) Talia al Ghul (DC Comics) vs Amy Amanda Allen (The A-Team (TV Series)) 38.) Britta Perry (Community) vs Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler) 39.) Athena Cykes (Ace Attorney) vs Carmelita Montoya Fox (Sly Cooper) 40.) Kotori Mizuki/Tori Meadows (Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL) vs Iris Sagan (AI: the Somnium Files) 41.) Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) vs Clarke Griffin (The 100) 42.) Gamora (MCU) vs Sansa Stark (Game of Thrones) 43.) Mary Winchester (Supernatural) vs Konan (Naruto) 44.) Jade Harley (Homestuck) vs Chloe von Einzbern (Fate/kaleid liner PRISMA ILLYA) 45.) Natasha Romanoff (MCU) vs Sylvia (Two Gentlemen of Verona) 46.) Dragona Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: The JOJOLands) vs Gwen Stacy (Marvel Comics) 47.) Katara (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs Eve (Paradise Lost) 48.) Jiang Yanli (Mo Dao Zu Shi) vs Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series) 49.) Misa Amane (Death Note) vs Nami (One Piece) 50.) Rey (Star Wars) vs Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer) 51.) Tetra (The Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker) vs Margaret Houlihan (MASH (Movie 1970)) 52.) Amy Pond (Doctor Who) vs Madison Paige (Heavy Rain) 53.) Casca (Berserk) vs Sweet-P (The Caligula Effect) 54.) Stephanie Brown (DC Comics) vs Aki Izayoi/Akiza Izinski (Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's) 55.) Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney) vs Ophiuchus Shaina (Saint Seiya) 56.) Hélène Kuragina (War and Peace) vs Laurel Lance (Arrow (CW)) 57.) Sky (Lost in Blue) vs Sonia Hedgehog (Sonic Underground) 58.) Elektra Natchios (Marvel Comics) vs Celica (Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia) 59.) Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural) vs Susan Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia) 60.) Mildred "Millie" Knolastname (Helluva Boss) vs River Tam (Firefly) 61.) Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender) vs Mikaela Banes (Transformers) 62.) Ophelia (Hamlet) vs Momo Yaoyorozu (My Hero Academia) 63.) Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Alys Brangwin (Phantasy Star IV) 64.) Abbie Mills (Sleepy Hollow) vs Misaki Unasaka (Buddy Daddies)

WEEK 1

1.) Starfire (DC Comics) vs Nya Smith (Lego Ninjago) 2.) Natasha Rostova (War and Peace) vs Gwen (BBC Merlin) 3.) Marwa (What We Do in the Shadows (TV Series)) vs Mikoko Sakazaki (Kaiji) 4.) Azula (Avatar the Last Airbender) vs Jennifer Lopez (John Dies at the End) 5.) Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Milla Maxwell (Tales of Xillia) 6.) Kallen Kouzuki (Code Geass) vs Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball) 7.) Padmé Amidala (Star Wars) vs Bumble (Warrior Cats) 8.) Irene Adler (BBC Sherlock) vs Leia Organa (Star Wars) 9.) Alex DeWitt (DC Comics) vs Elya Musayeva (Топи/The The Swamps (2021)) 10.) Is (Kamen Rider 01) vs Amber Volakis (House MD) 11.) Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug) vs Throné Anguis (Octopath Traveler 2) 12.) Jane Crocker (Homestuck) vs Jade (Dragon Quest 11) 13.) Leafpool (Warrior Cats) vs Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) 14.) Holy Kujo (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders) vs Poppy Pipopapo (Kamen Rider Ex-Aid) 15.) Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair) vs Ochette (Octopath Traveler 2) 16.) Lisa Cuddy (House MD) vs Brunhilda/Mym (Dragalia Lost) 17.) Kaede Akamatsu (Danganronpa V3) vs Juvia Lockser (Fairy Tail) 18.) Agent Texas (Red vs Blue) vs Kamala Khan (Marvel Comics) 19.) April O'Neil (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)) vs Teresa (Maze Runner Series) 20.) Stephanie “Steph” Nocanonlastname (EverymanHYBRID) vs Megaera (Hades) 21.) Ochako Uraraka (My Hero Academia) vs Julia Wicker (The Magicians) 22.) Ran Mouri (Detective Conan) vs Malty S Melromarc (Rising of the Shield Hero) 23.) Magne (My Hero Academia) vs Asuna (Sword Art Online) 24.) Tasha Yar (Star Trek: The Next Generation) vs Yan Hui (Back from the Brink) 25.) Sakura Haruno (Naruto) vs Ada Vessalius (Pandora Hearts) 26.) Hinata Hyuuga (Naruto) vs Niki Nihachu (Dream SMP) 27.) Pyrrha Nikos (RWBY) vs Quiet (Metal Gear Solid: The Phantom Pain) 28.) Lucy Heartfilia (Fairy Tail) vs Pussy Galore (Goldeneye) 29.) Ann Takamaki (Persona 5) vs Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya) 30.) Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones) vs Kes (STar Trek: Voyager) 31.) Flora Reinhold (Professor Layton) vs Agent South Dakota (Red vs Blue) 32.) Deanna Troi (Star Trek: The Next Generation) vs Nemu Kurotsuchi (Bleach)

[emily1-johnson]

I'm excited to share this one with you guys! 3 ingredient everything bagels just made these and they were good! Recipe: 1 cup of plain greek yogurt 2 cups of almond flour 1 tsp of baking powder Combine the yogurt and almond flour until it forms a dough like consistency. You can use less almond flour just make sure it comes out doughy. Add tsp of baking powder and a dash of salt. Roll into balls, press them down, poke a hole in the middle with your finger and shape accordingly. Coat with egg wash (optional) Next add your topping. I used everything but the bagel seasoning but you can use seasme, garlic, salt, poppy seeds or even cheese! Pop in the oven for 15 - 20 minutes on 375 or until golden brown. That's it! You can make little breakfast sandwiches with these or with some veggies cream cheese and lox, you name it! Enjoy Edit: I see comments saying here are high calorie but there 160 cals and 4.5 carbs.. that's low carb. Add an egg and bacon that's less than 5 for breakfast Also you can definitely reduce the almond flour amount. I see a lot of greek yogurts are 15 carbs the one use I'd only 4 a serving, divided into 4 that's 1 plus the almond flour carbs. Use FINE MILLED almond flour, otherwise it might be gritty.

[ophelliate]

And so I made a MM!Casey Jones.

I love them, with all my heart. They're never gonna be real but fuck it we ball (and consistency be damned).

I'd recommend reading Episode 4 of the Bootleg fic where they're introduced before reading ahead, but down below is some more sketches and even family lore!

They were well known back in middle school, feared among their peers for their crime-boss of a dad and eventual weekly pranks/fights.

Though, at some point before high school, Jones went AWOL. No explanation, no nothing. Their whereabouts became a mystery to Eastman High, with the only people with that knowledge being the school hockey team. Yet, even those guys won't say a thing about it! ("Solidarity" they say.)

So where are they, you might be asking... Well uh, remember that crime-boss dad mentioned?

Say hello to Hun, current leader of the Purple Dragons and unfortunate father of Casey. Legend says he joined the Dragons as a kid after surviving a shot to the face.

Word around the streets say Casey's working their way up with the help of their dad. But who's to say if that's actually working? Casey's always been a little messy compared to the big guy. Maybe someone else'll step up...

Well, at least there's always their mom's side of things.

Miss Cassandra Cavero! –Formally Cassandra Cavero de Jones– The notorious bartender and bar singer at Run of the Mill, as well as famous street fighter back in Peru.

Her and Casey share very similar traits, to Hun's inconvenience: loud, impulsive, enough ego to screw anyone over in the room including themselves. But at least Cassandra owns it unlike Casey.

No, Casey got the crippling need to people-please everybody from their dad, which leads to... a very divisive case for the three of them.

But well, at least Casey thinks both of their parents are super cool. That's a plus.

Making this guy and really the whole family story was so much fun. There's a bit more to everything but I'm not dropping that info until I actually write about it, yanno? I might do a post on Angel but that depends on if I wanna introduce her by herself or with some other characters as well... Otherwise, have this one-shot that features Cassandra annnnd have the full sketch page (and apologies for tiny Cass, I drew her on a separate page and didn't realize how tiny she'd be–)

[ouatsqincorrect]

Hi, I really love reading your different hcs about the charming-swan-mills-stiltskin fam! So I'm not sure if you've been asked this previously but I'm wondering what headcanons you have about Regina's childhood. I feel like Cora definitely did a number on her a kid, no doubt.

oh absolutely—whether or not it was because she didn’t have her heart or because she was just genuinely a bad person, cora hurt regina big time during those formative years

there were a few moments where regina saw bits and pieces of a cora who could have loved her, but the older she got, the more cora harped on her and the harder things became

because cora wanted her to be queen and would stop at nothing to get there (i mean, she literally forced her daughter to marry a man three times her age just so she could be higher up in the royal chain and live vicariously through regina)

regina was subjected to a lot of royal training as a kid and anything cora considered “childish” was strictly forbidden

she did attend balls sometimes—after all, her family was royalty—and cora would tell her that at these events, she was to be seen and not heard

which is why she doesn’t know how to dance until david teaches her in camelot. cora thought she looked “too ridiculous” dancing and forbade it

she'd gaslight regina quite a bit too. when regina would complain about something (whether it was "my head hurts" or "i'm cold"), cora would tell her she was just being dramatic

which is partly why it takes so long for regina to truly accept that her brain is the way it is because of everything she's been through

a lot of that self hate regina carries with her comes from cora too. many of the things she hates most about herself came from cora’s consistent belittling

also have to mention her father because even though henry sr. was a bit of coward, he was still regina's biggest supporter throughout this time in her life

although he never put a stop to cora's abuse, he would try to comfort regina when he could (he'd sing her a lullaby or sneak in sweet treats cora wouldn't let her have)

[pollywiltse]

I swear, every time I see André clips from Turn, his looks are this weird mix of deep cuts and wtf are you even doing.

Like JJ Feild doesn't look all that much like the real André, but first time I saw one of the Joshua Reynolds pictures of Thomas Mills which were misidentified as André for years, I thought it looked uncannily like JJ Feild (though now I'm not sure the resemblance is quite that strong), so they didn't completely pull that casting out of their ass. (There will be no forgiveness for the height though. Or the age.) And I'm convinced that the reason André's dumbfuck little braid is blond is because someone doing hair and makeup found out about the lock of hair that's supposed to be the one he gave to Peggy Shippen, which is, in fact, blond, (though I would assume it was because it had either faded very badly or it wasn't actually his before I would assume he had a dumbfuck little blond braid, but you do you).

(I also find it funny how modern people seem to make a bigger deal about André being "foreign" than his contemporaries did, but then Turn cast someone who I'm literally unable to consistently tell apart from Tom Hiddleston, who I always think of as one of the most English-looking people ever.)

Or like how men with long hair did have the front and top of their hair cut shorter than the back, I assume to make the curls on the sides of their heads look right. And when I was double-checking to make sure I was remembering that this was a thing I found the people over at FrockFlicks talking about (for a different show) "This shorter hair in front/on top IS missed by a lot of modern stylists". So when JJ Feild is running around with his waxed chest and cute little bob, that's evidently a level of historically correct that most people miss. (For the head hair, not the chest hair.) But then they don't seem to ever give him the horizontal curls that are the entire point of having short hair in the front and when it's loose he's got very modern-looking vertical curls. I mean, yes, it's adorable, but I don't think that hair that has been curled and pomaded and powdered to within an inch of its life and then combed out would look like that.

(Also I realize powdered hair looks dorky to modern people, but he's got powdered hair in literally all his miniatures - and actually the picture he painted of his brother at like age ten also has powdered hair - and I think it might have been part of the dress code for officers? And yet it looks like in Turn he either has a white wig or his natural, uncurled brown hair, which he wears even at balls? Although it looks like maybe no one has powdered hair at balls even though that would probably be like showing up to a black tie event wearing a tuxedo and flip-flops.)

Or (not costumes, but) I'm pretty sure they had "Roslin Castle" playing during his very brief walk to his execution, which is going very deep on historical accuracy for a very small detail, but he's in the wrong uniform. Actually I'm not sure if they ever get his uniforms right, because the facings depended on which regiment you were in, and he was in the 23rd and then the 7th (which were both dark blue) from 1771 to sometime in 1777 when he bought a captain's commission in the 26th (yellow), and then after he was back in New York he was playing musical regiments so that he could stay in America and his brother could got back home, so he was in the 44th (also yellow) for five minutes and then ended up in the 54th (which was green), which was his regiment at the time he was executed. Unless aids de camp wore different uniforms? But I can't find anything suggesting that for the British army, and I don't think my google search terms are that bad.

[braveclementine]

December

Warnings: 18+readersonly, fem x fem smut, nudity, slight mentions of touching, mostly obscure references

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Steves reaction to Penny telling him that she was pregnant with his child was probably one of the happiest days that Penny had. He couldn't speak for a full minute, before pulling her into a hug and pretty much sobbing his heart out in happiness. He then didn't let go of her for hours, cuddling her and kissing her to his hearts content.

Penny also finally got to meet Elizabeth's kids. They were all really adorable and so unique. Mateo had his fathers dark colouring and eyes, but had softer hair that was more like Elizabeth's. Elijahs' daughter Kisa had a beautiful yellow-brown skin tone, with dark black-brown eyes to match Elijah's. She also a head of fluffy black hair, and her face was structured like Elizabeth's.

Elijah had also given his daughter a Chinese name that Penny could neither spell nor pronounce. She figured he'd probably done that on purpose so that it was something special between him and his daughter. So that, no matter what the group dynamics were, she would always know that he was her father.

Bucky's daughter Rue looked the most like Elizabeth with her hair colour, her face structure, and so on. But Bucky's blue eyes had been copied over onto her and she also slept the most.

December apparently also meant that Elizabeth had become a bouncing ball of excited energy. She had things planned every single day for the Christmas month.

One day they were building gingerbread houses- which turned into an orgy after Wanda tripped and got icing all over her arms and Rhodey and Loki had immediately started sucking it off of her.

Another day they went ice skating, which was a ton of fun and then they got hot apple cider and gingerbread men from a vendor.

Over a weekend, they went to a couple of different zoos and aquariums to just see the different light displays and animals.

And then two days ago, Elizabeth had made them all watch Scrooge. Penny had only seen the movie a couple times as a kid, and not really liking older movies, hadn't really watched it. But that day she had, cuddled up between Natasha and Thor. She had enjoyed the movie immensely.

Until Elizabeth wanted to learn the dance in the movie.

And now, today, Elizabeth had dragged all the girls out Christmas shopping.

Okay. . . dragged was a bit of an understatement. They had all wanted to get out of the tower for a while now.

So now they were out shopping and Penny was stuck. She had gifts for literally everyone except Steve and Bucky. She had no idea what to get them or what they would even want. What did you get two people from the 40s without offending them with old men gifts?

Looking around the crowded mall, she spotted Elizabeth who, unsurprisingly, was looking through Christmas candy.

"Got everything?" Penny asked.

"Yep." Elizabeth beamed. "I was just looking for candy to add to the presents. You got everything you need?"

"No." Penny said glumly. "I have nothing for Steve or Bucky. Gosh, even finding something for Elijah was easier than them."

Elizabeth laughed and turned to Penny. She pulled out two old records and handed them to Penny. "Here, take these. The Mills Brother record is for Bucky because it has the song 'Paper Doll' on it. And the other is Louis Armstrong, who is Steve's favorite old time singer right now."

"Aren't these the gifts you were going to give them?" Penny asked in confusion, marveling how they were such perfect gifts. She felt a little upset that she didn't know her soulmates well enough. Maybe they needed to stop focusing on sex so much.

"Yeah, but I can get them other things." Elizabeth shrugged. "Besides, you're their soulmate so you should probably give them the meaningful gift, not me."

Penny really was tempted, but she also didn't want to take it. She wanted to get something for Steve and Bucky on her own.

"Thanks, but I just need suggestions." Penny answered back.

Elizabeth nodded, putting the records back into her bag.

"I swear." Elizabeth groaned in disappointment, "The only Christmas candy is bloody candy canes and green and red m&ms-"

She froze and Penny stiffened, wondering if there was trouble. Then, she nearly shouted, "I GOT IT!"

Penny literally jumped. "STOP That! You're giving me a heart attack."

Elizabeth grinned at her, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder. "Sorry."

She grabbed peppermint Hershey kisses and a bunch of the green and red m&ms. "I'm just going to make Peppermint Pretzel Bites. Now, where are the pretzels?"

"We're in a mall, not a grocery store." Katya said, coming up from the side, making both of the other girls jump.

"Jesus!" Elizabeth snapped angrily. "It's not Halloween Kat!"

"You're just unobservant." Violetta added in a bored voice and then winked at Penny. "All set?"

"Nearly." Penny said glumly.

"Let me guess." Kat said with a grin, "Rogers and Barnes?"

"How'd you know?" Penny asked.

Violetta rolled her eyes, "Because the only one who gets them good gifts every year is Sam and Elizabeth."

Penny felt better that she wasn't the only one anyways.

Elizabeth shrugged. "I just think, 'what would I get my grandfather'."

They all laughed and then moved on to find Ghaida and Trang ogling over weird jewelry in Hot Topic. Trang was pairing different ear to nose chains on Ghaida.

"What is that for?" Penny asked.

"In India, wearing a nose chain is a sign of womanhood and elegance." Ghaida explained, holding still as Trang connected it. "But all of the ones I have right now are like hoop rings. I want one that actually connects from my nose to my ear. The ring ones feel trashy to me."

"Oh, can I ask?" Penny asked awkwardly. "Why don't you have a bindi dot?"

"Cause I'm not married." Ghaida answered. "You're only supposed to wear the red dot to show you're married. But some have broken our ancient traditions and simply wear it as a beauty trend. I find that offensive, and I won't do it myself."

Marriage.

They hadn't really talked about marriage, had they.

She knew Elizabeth was married. And Steve, Bucky, and Sam were married. Thor of course had married Sif. Natasha and Bruce were married. Wanda and Vision. Tony, Loki, and Stephen had married. But none of the others had. Katya and Lan hadn't yet. She wondered when her soulmates would want to marry her.

But Ghaida would never marry, would she. Because her soulmate was dead. Penny felt guilt at asking the question. It had been insensitive.

"Don't sweat it." Ghaida said suddenly and Penny looked over at her. "It's always better to ask than to not. I know that."

Penny nodded and then moved on to where Elizabeth was scanning a bunch of Harry Potter things wistfully.

"Why is Hot Topic always so expensive?" She grumbled, checking a really cute Hufflepuff mini backpack purse and then moving away from it. She joined Wanda at the entrance to the store. Penny giggled, watching as Natasha snagged the bag, a Hufflepuff sweatshirt and sweatpants, and a few Hufflepuff jewelry, paid for it, and slipped it into her bag.

"Dude," Nat muttered, "I literally never know what to get her. I always wait till I hear her say she wants something."

Penny laughed again.

"Are we all done?" Nat asked. Everyone was laden down with bags. Penny felt a regret of leaving without something for her two older soulmates though.

"Nearly." Elizabeth said. "Do you guys mind taking mine and Penny's things out to the car? We have one last stop to make."

"Sure thing." Wanda said. They divided Elizabeth and Penny's things up between them. Then, Elizabeth was looping her arm through Penny's, nearly running through the mall.

"Where are we going?" Penny huffed, nearly tripping over her feet.

"Spencer's." Elizabeth said, a wicked grin on her face.

Spencer's looked like a rather forbidden store and Penny blushed as Elizabeth dragged her past gag t-shirts and shot glasses. In the very back of the store was sex supplies.

"Have you and Bucky done anal play yet?" Elizabeth asked with no filter.

Penny blushed bright red, twirling around to make sure no one had overheard her. "No! Shut up! Someone-"

Elizabeth waved her hand, uncaring, and then handed Penny a beautiful silver but plug with a red gem on the end of it. Penny admitted it was perfect.

"And then here." She said, giving her a box that had three, rose coloured, flower decorate butt plugs. They all had different shapes and ridges to them and Penny blushed the same colour as them.

"Why am I getting these for Bucky?"

Elizabeth smirked and picked out a cock ring and raised her eyebrow. "Would you rather give him this?"

"Are you trying to give me a bruised ass?" Penny hissed.

"Do you trust me?" Elizabeth asked seriously.

"Of course." Penny answered.

"Great, than give him this. I'll help you with the decorating and presenting." Elizabeth said, turning back to the wall and hummed, "Hmm, maybe I should get one too. Elijah will get a kick out of this. Go pay for your stuff."

Penny was blushing bright red as she headed up to the counter, not able to look the receptionist in the eye as she paid, and then was going to head out of the store without Elizabeth when Elizabeth came up with her arms full of very tiny, shot glasses. They were all different, shapes and colours.

There was one that looked like Stitches' head from Lilo & Stitch. There was one that said "You're Pretty when I'm Drunk." There were some decorated from Demon Slayer. There was one that looked like an Avacodo and another one that looked like that Asian lucky cat thing. Some were circular, some were oval, some were even square.

Both the clerk and Penny raised their eyebrows.

"I thought you had gifts for everyone." Penny said.

Elizabeth shrugged, unabashed, "I like to go all out."

As they headed back out of the store, Penny said, "So that's a sex shop."

Elizabeth laughed, "Not quite, but basically, yes."

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"You know I still don't have anything for Steve, right?" Penny asked as she added pearl earrings to her ears. They were going out to church tonight- those of them that were Christian and Catholic anyways- and Penny had gone down to Elizabeth's room because Elizabeth had said she wanted to help Penny with the gifts.

Elizabeth's own gifts were neatly wrapped and placed in the corner. Penny couldn't even count how many there were, but they were all neatly tagged with identifications stickers and they also seemed wrapping paper coded. . . but surely Elizabeth couldn't have come up with. . . 36 different kinds of wrapping paper could she?

Elizabeth hesitated, and then went over to the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out something, putting it on the bed.

Hesitantly, Penny opened it up.

Inside was a thin sheet of paper with an address. There was a photo in the top corner, which showed a beautiful, new gravestone. On the stone was 'Delilah Rose Rogers' And the epitaph underneath nearly made Penny started to cry just from reading it and knowing whose daughter she was.

𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮. 𝘚𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦

"Who chose it?" Penny asked softly.

"I did." Elizabeth admitted, holding one arm in her hand. "It was either that or 'If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.' But I thought that one was to personal. Because Sharon didn't love her."

Penny nodded. "Why don't you give it to him though?"

Elizabeth stared at the paper sadly. And then she met Penny's eyes. "Because I'm not the right person."

And Penny knew from her conversations with Elijah and Stephen, that it was true. The right person really did matter.

🥸🔩 Ť𝒾𝓶𝔼 𝓢𝐤𝓲𝓟 ♐️🧕

Penny stood between Steve and Rhodey, holding her candle as the congregation sung silent night. Penny couldn't sing though. Ever since Elizabeth had given her the single piece of paper, her throat had been stuck in a choked feeling. Like any moment she would start bawling. And the song that was playing struck the atmosphere right.

Penny leaned into Steve and he put his arm around her. She turned her head into his side, smelling his comforting scent. She could feel the vibrations in his chest as he sung quietly, his candle flickering in his hand.

On the other side of Steve, Bucky was holding Rue in his arms. He was cradling her, his metal arm tucked around her protectively as he rocked side to side, his eyes closed, looking like he was in his own little world.

"You okay sweetheart?" Steve asked quietly.

Penny just hummed a response, not wanting to say yes and lie, not wanting to say no and worry him. Steve picked up on it anyways, his arm tightening around her.

When they sat down and blew out the candles, Steve pretty much pulled her into his lap, without actually doing so of course.

Penny snuggled into him, nearly falling asleep, before they were all heading home and were soon back in the tower.

The others that hadn't gone to church had been busy while they were gone. Steaming cups of hot chocolate and apple cider and cold eggnog and grape cider were sitting on the tables, topped with whip cream. There were Christmas cakes and small trays which consisted of pepperoni, salami, cheese, crackers, olives, and grapes.

Pietro was the one designated to hand the presents out, and soon everyone was going in a circle, opening presents.

Penny noticed that every person usually got only one present from one person. But it seemed everyone had at least five gifts from Elizabeth and Penny felt herself smiling for the first time that night.

The presents eventually started to dwindle and Penny got more and more nervous. She could tell Elizabeth was nervous because she was playing with her fingers constantly.

Finally, Penny's gifts were given to Bucky and Steve.

Bucky opened his, stared inside the box, and snapped the lid back shut, snapping his head up so that his eyes met Penny's. Tony started to snicker, guessing pretty well what was in the box and Penny blushed red.

Steve on the other hand, started to cry, tears trailing down his cheeks. He looked up at Penny with red rimmed eyes.

"If you hate it, it's my fault." Elizabeth blurted out, clearly anxious. "I was the one who suggested it as a gift."

Penny was almost glad she said that because she was starting to regret the gift now.

Bucky and Sam stared anxiously at Steve, trying to see what it was, but Steve folded the paper up, sticking it in his pocket, before walking over to where Penny and Elizabeth were almost sitting next to each other, pulling both of them into a hug.

"Thank you." He whispered quietly enough that only the two of them and maybe Bucky and Loki could hear. "Thank you so fucking much."

"I love you Stevie." Penny whispered.

"You're welcome Steve." Elizabeth murmured quietly. "If you want, we can go early tomorrow."

Steve just nodded. Elizabeth kissed his cheek and pulled away slowly, leaving Steve and Penny by themselves.

"Let's go upstairs, yeah?" Sam asked quietly, having come up to the two of them.

Steve carried Penny upstairs and into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, cuddling her for the longest amount of time before he finally pulled the paper out of his pocket and handed into to Bucky.

Bucky unfolded it, with Sam reading it over his shoulder. "Oh punk." Bucky murmured softly, putting the paper on the bedside table and climbing on the bed with them. Bucky pulled Steve into his arms and Sam wrapped his arms around Penny's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "We'll go tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah." Steve choked out. He cleared his throat, "Who chose the epitaph?"

"Elizabeth." Penny answered.

Steve nodded, wiping his eyes. He looked over his shoulder at Bucky. "What'd Penny get you jerk?"

Bucky smirked, grabbing the box and carefully pulling out the rose coloured butt plugs. Penny blushed and nearly whimpered out the words, "Can I blame Elizabeth for this one too?"

"Oh no doll." Bucky smirked, holding the second one with started with a small bulb, and then had three more, each one increasing in size. "No, this is all for you."

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Exploring the World of Industrial Machinery: Ball Mill Manufacturers, FBD Fluid Bed Dryers, and Spheronizers

In the realm of industrial machinery, three key players stand out: Ball Mill Manufacturers, FBD Fluid Bed Dryers, and Spheronizers. Each plays a crucial role in various industries, contributing to the global economy.

Ball Mill Manufacturers

Ball mills are indispensable in industries such as mineral processing, paints, and ceramics, among others. They are used for grinding and blending materials into very fine powders. The manufacturers of these machines are known for their engineering prowess and commitment to quality. They ensure that these machines are designed and built to withstand the rigors of heavy-duty operations, while providing optimal performance.

FBD Fluid Bed Dryers

Next, we have the FBD Fluid Bed Dryers. These machines are essential in the pharmaceutical industry, where they are used for drying granules, powders, and other particulate materials. The principle behind their operation is simple yet effective - hot air is introduced into a plenum below a perforated plate, and as the air rises, it lifts and mixes the material, allowing for efficient and uniform drying. Manufacturers of these machines prioritize precision, reliability, and energy efficiency, ensuring that their products meet the stringent requirements of the pharmaceutical industry.

Spheronizers

Last but not least, we have Spheronizers. These machines are used to form spherical pellets from a wet mixture or granulation. The process involves spinning the material in a friction plate, causing the particles to roll and form into spheres. This technique is widely used in the pharmaceutical industry, particularly in the production of controlled-release drugs. Spheronizer manufacturers focus on ensuring that their machines offer high levels of precision and consistency, which are critical in pharmaceutical applications.

In conclusion, Ball Mill Manufacturers, FBD Fluid Bed Dryers, and Spheronizers are key players in the industrial machinery sector. Their contributions are vital in various industries, particularly in pharmaceuticals, where precision, reliability, and efficiency are of utmost importance. As we continue to advance technologically, we can expect these machines to evolve and become even more efficient and reliable, further solidifying their roles in the industrial sector.

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Cheaper, more efficient lithium-ion batteries could be produced by harnessing previously overlooked high pressures generated during the manufacturing process. Scientists at the University of Birmingham have discovered that routine ball milling can cause high pressure effects on battery materials in just a matter of minutes, providing a vital additional variable in the process of synthesizing battery materials. The research (part of the Faraday Institution funded CATMAT project), led by Dr Laura Driscoll, Dr Elizabeth Driscoll and Professor Peter Slater at the University of Birmingham is published in RSC Energy Environmental Science. The use of ball milling has been a huge area of growth in the lithium-ion battery space to make next generation materials. The process is simple and consists of milling powder compounds with small balls that mix and make the particles smaller, creating high-capacity electrode materials and leading to better performing batteries.

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Best Hammers Made in the USA: Exploring Estwing and Groz

When it comes to craftsmanship, durability, and reliability, there's something special about tools made in the USA. From the industrial heartlands to the hands of hardworking professionals and DIY enthusiasts, American-made tools have earned a reputation for their quality. In the realm of hammers, two brands stand out: Estwing and Groz. Let's delve into what makes them the best hammers made in the USA.

Estwing Hammers: Forged in Steel, Crafted with Precision

Established in 1923 by Ernest Estwing, the Estwing Manufacturing Company has been synonymous with top-quality hammers for nearly a century. Based in Rockford, Illinois, Estwing is renowned for its patented shock reduction grip, which significantly reduces vibration, enhancing comfort and control for users.

1. Estwing Claw Hammers: The Estwing claw hammer is an iconic tool that has stood the test of time. Known for its balance, power, and precision, this hammer is a favorite among carpenters, contractors, and DIYers alike. Whether you're framing a house or driving nails into delicate trim, an Estwing claw hammer is a dependable companion.

2. Estwing Framing Hammers: For heavy-duty tasks like framing and demolition, Estwing offers a range of framing hammers built to withstand the toughest conditions. With features like milled faces for improved grip and magnetic nail starters for added convenience, Estwing framing hammers are trusted by professionals in the construction industry.

3. Estwing Ball Peen Hammers: Ideal for shaping metal, driving punches, and riveting, Estwing ball peen hammers are crafted with precision and attention to detail. Whether you're a blacksmith, machinist, or metalworker, you can rely on an Estwing ball peen hammer to deliver consistent performance day in and day out.

Groz Hammers: Engineering Excellence, Made in the USA

Founded in 1976, Groz has earned a reputation for producing high-quality hand tools for professionals across various industries. With a commitment to innovation and excellence, Groz hammers are designed to meet the demands of modern craftsmen and women.

1. Groz Club Hammers: Built for heavy-duty striking and demolition work, Groz club hammers feature drop-forged heads made from high-grade carbon steel for maximum durability and strength. Whether you're breaking concrete or driving chisels, a Groz club hammer delivers the power and precision you need to get the job done.

2. Groz Sledge Hammers: When it comes to tackling the toughest jobs, a Groz sledge hammer is the tool of choice. With a hardened and tempered striking face, fiberglass handle for shock absorption, and ergonomic grip for comfort, Groz sledge hammers offer unmatched performance and reliability.

3. Groz Dead Blow Hammers: For tasks that require controlled striking without rebound, Groz dead blow hammers are the perfect solution. Filled with steel shot for added weight and featuring a non-marring, polyurethane head, these hammers deliver powerful blows while minimizing damage to surfaces.

Conclusion: Investing in Quality, Supporting American Craftsmanship

Whether you choose Estwing or Groz, investing in American-made hammers is not just a purchase; it's a statement of quality, craftsmanship, and pride. With a rich heritage of innovation and a commitment to excellence, both Estwing and Groz continue to set the standard for hand tools made in the USA.

So, whether you're a professional tradesperson, a dedicated hobbyist, or a homeowner looking to tackle DIY projects, trust in the reliability and performance of Estwing and Groz hammers to get the job done right, every time.

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Happy World Vada Pav Day 2023

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August 23rd brings us to World Vada Pav Day, a vegetarian, street side, fast food snack, from Maharashtra, India.

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Vada pav, alternatively spelt wada pao, is a vegetarian fast food, road side snack, native to the Indian state of Maharashtra. The dish consists of a deep fried potato dumpling placed inside a bread bun (pav) sliced almost in half through the middle. It is generally accompanied with one or more chutneys and a green chili pepper. Although it originated as an affordable street food in Mumbai, it is now served in food stalls and restaurants across India. It is also called Bombay burger in keeping with its origins and its resemblance in physical form to a burger.

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The most common theory of the vada pav's origin is that it was invented in the erstwhile mill-heartland of Central Mumbai. Ashok Vaidya of Dadar is often credited with starting the first vada pav stall outside Dadar railway station in 1966. Some sources credit Sudhakar Mhatre who started his business around the same time. One of the earliest kiosks selling vada pav is said to be Khidki Vada Pav, located in Kalyan. It was started in the late 1960s by the Vaze family, who used to hand out vada pavs from a window (Khidki) of their house facing the road.

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The carbohydrate-rich snack catered to the cotton mill workers of what was then known as Girangaon. This potato dumpling (batata vada) placed inside a pav was quick to make, cheap (~10-15 paisa in 1971, and much convenient over the batata bhaji and chapati combination, which couldn't be eaten in overcrowded local trains.

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The preparation process is very easy. A few boiled potatoes are mashed and mixed with chopped green chilli and garlic, mustard seeds, and spices (usually asafoetida and turmeric). The mass is then shaped into a ball, dipped into gram flour batter and deep fried. The resultant fritter is served by placing inside a bread bun, accompanied with one or more chutneys and fried green chilli.

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[claudehenrion]

Ils appellent ça “le vivre ensemble”…

  Il ne se passe pas un jour sans que des menteurs subventionnés ne désignent à la vindicte publique des coupables inventés, accusés, sans raison, de racisme, ce péché mortel d'une néo-pseudo-religion mortifère : ‘’l'immigrationnisme comme solution à tous les problèmes’’. Oser dire qu'il y aurait quelque lien possible entre délinquance et immigration, ou démontrer l’incompatibilité ontologique de l’islam (-isme, ou pas) avec les “valeurs de la République” est un crime. L’Histoire jugera notre bêtise et notre aveuglement comme coupables de la fin de notre civilisation.

Les “crimes-contre-l'humanité” de la France coloniale (tels, en tout cas, que les imagine Macron dans son immense inculture ‘’énarchique’’, c’est-à-dire  sélective, partielle, orientée et contraire à la vérité), ou encore le chômage et les conditions de vie dans les quartiers sensibles (dont l'homme blanc, de droite, “hétéro” et catho serait le seul responsable, comme il l'est de la misère et de la corruption en Afrique après 60 ans d'indépendance... ou de la pollution de la planète...) justifieraient que soient passées sous silence les origines des auteurs-fauteurs ''d’incivilités'' (c’est le nouveau nom de certains crimes, racistes, mais anti-blancs). Quelles peuvent être les motivations qui poussent à une telle volonté de nier l'évidence et les faits, et qui trainent devant les tribunaux tout intellectuel, politicien... ou clampin qui dit la vérité sur les dangers menaçants mais niés par la ''doxa'' : tout ''sonneur de tocsin'' est interdit sur les antennes officielles, qui préfèrent les subventions à leur honneur.

  Au delà de cette “vérité officielle” qui n'est que mensonges partisans, quelle est la situation, aujourd'hui ? Sauf si vous avez passé les 5 dernières années à militer au siège d'un parti de gauche, vous savez que les crimes et les délits explosent en France, et vous les avez peut-être même subi, soit directement, soit par un parent, un ami, un voisin interposé : la “violence gratuite”, (i.e. sans mobile crapuleux) fait près de mille victimes par jour, officiellement (donc, leur nombre réel fait frémir ! Deux, trois... cinq fois plus ?). En clair, il y a des milliers de français agressés, blessés et parfois tués, au nom d’un soi-disant “vivre ensemble” qui n’a jamais existé. On se demande qui peut bien être l'homme de Gauche, perdu dans ses mauvaises idées et son référentiel ''hors sol'', qui a fabriqué un tel mot pour un tel mensonge : Cazeneuve ? Castaner ? Darmanin ? Borne ? Macron lui-même ?

Un autre concept, tout aussi faux, est peut-être plus dangereux, encore : c'est une pseudo- “islamophobie” inventée de toutes pièces, immense bobard dont les conséquences s’ajoutent à la longue liste de ces ''vérités interdites'' dont le seul énoncé risque d'expédier en hôpital psychiatrique celui qui ose appeler “chat” un chat. Par exemple, c'est en invoquant cette soi-disant islamophobie qu'il est interdit de s'étonner qu’un chrétien devienne musulman, alors que la conversion inverse est de facto interdite chez nous, comme en terre d’islam, où elle est punie de mort.

Mais en France –un des seuls pays au monde à pratiquer l’indignité consistant à caricaturer, critiquer et moquer le pape, ridiculiser les bonnes sœurs (parce qu'elles sont “bonnes’‘, ou parce qu'elles sont nos sœurs ?) le fait de singer des parodies de crucifixions fait partie du fonds de commerce de ceux qui, en se prétendant drôles, racontent qu'ils sont ’'tolérants” (l'un des mots pervertis du baragouin gaucho-bobo), tandis que pas un seul de ces profs de morale à deux balles n'oserait un mot, une critique, un doute, une question contre le prophète musulman ou son Livre saint... C'est ce “deux poids/ deux mesures” en défaveur des seuls catholiques qui se nomme, chez les cuistres, ''de l'islamophobie’' ! Qu'elle est donc moche, leur myopie sélective ! Vivre ensemble... ou mentir et se mentir, en le sachant ?

  On sait que l’utilisation médiatique, gouvernementale et bobo-gaucho du mot ’'racisme” ne vise que la laideur supposée des seuls “Blancs” par rapport aux autres races… alors que ce qui marque notre époque, c'est la violence du racisme anti-Blanc et un anti-catholicisme de système, dans une impunité garantie : les attaques contre ce qui est “chrétien” sont une activité à plein temps pour tous les extrémistes de l'athéisme, les faux-tolérants de la laïcité en guerre, pour les soi-disant belles âmes de la gauche qui se croient laïques parce qu'elles ''conchient'' l'Eglise, et qui se disent bien pensantes parce qu'elles sont  tyranniques... sauf pour les islamistes ennemis du genre humain,  pour ces grandes consciences sans science qui rêvent d'établir une pensée “univers-sale” favorable à ce lobby mal pensant dit “LBGT”, dont la seule vraie spécialité est la médiatisation de sa haine contre toute forme de vie en société et contre les 50% masculins de l’humanité...

Nos génies du ''à qui perd, perd'', n'ont trouvé qu'une ''Loi sur la laïcité'' (vidée de sa substance au profit d'un extrémisme laïciste aussi obtus et détourné de son sens que militant --et  donc voué à l'échec, à terme, comme tout ce qui est excessif) pour éviter de devoir reconnaître que le seul vrai problème à régler se nomme 'l'islam''. Et qu'on le travestisse avec des ''--iste'' ou des '’--isme'' n'y changera rien du tout : ''l'islam-religion'' est en train de se transformer en profondeur, sous nos yeux tout grands fermés, en une machine de guerre contre l'Occident. Et ce n'est pas le fait qu'il a pu exister un bel islam --dont je chante les mérites, car à la différence de ceux qui blatèrent leurs idioties, je l'ai connu, moi, et étudié, et vécu, et aimé... et j'ai appris la langue arabe (réputé ''la langue d'Allah'') qui doit oblitérer notre regard.

Mais l'expérience de ''ceux-qui-savent'' ne présente pas le moindre intérêt pour nos ''Lumières'' (décidément définitivement éteintes, à jamais : c'est sans espoir), puisqu'il pourrait en surgir des solutions, de bonnes idées, d'autres problématiques, un vocabulaire plus ''vrai'' ! Alors... quand j'entends le (très) lamentable Darmanin, pourtant Gérald Moussa Darmanin de son vrai nom enfiler les colliers de perles contre-productifs que lui dictent ceux qui, eux, ignorent tout de tout... j'hésite entre la colère et le pessimisme le plus noir... NDLR - d'origine maltaise et algérienne, il devrait, théoriquement, être, même un peu, arabophone --l’idiome ‘’malti’’, que je baragouine en tant qu'arabophone, est issu de l'arabe pour >50%. Et grâce à ses ancêtres Ouakid, kabyles et berbérophones, il devrait disposer de tout le bagage nécessaire pour éviter les dérapages incontrôlés dont il nous régale ad nauseam. 

Ce qui ne peut faire aucun doute --et qui est donc nié sans cesse par la bande d'incapables que nous avons stupidement portés au pouvoir (on touche-là les limites du système démocratique tel que nous l'avons laissé se renier lui-même), c'est que l'impossibilité absolue dans laquelle se trouvent nos lamentables cuistres multi-diplômés de trouver quelque terrain d'entente que ce soit avec l'islam. Tout, absolument tout, était annoncé, prévu, inévitable : ils ont été prévenus 100 fois, ont reçu 100 avertissements, 1000 appels à l'aide. Rien n'y a fait : c'est l'intelligence qui leur fait défaut. Incapables d'analyser ou de comprendre, ils récitent des chapitres écrits par ''presque plus pervers qu'eux'' ! Quel énorme gâchis, quand on y pense !

H-Cl.