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The stage play “Channeling Grimm” by Tracy Wells. The fairy guy walk off stage to get to the next job I suppose. No time to dilly dally around for curtail call bows. This is a October 2023 performance by the White Sage Theater of Norther Nevada council of the arts on YouTube at the local Winnemucca Nevada Boys and Girls club.

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[john-macnamara]

*Norton sighed as he walked into the debriefing room, it wasn't like he was allowed on field missions anymore but as head of the files department it was required for him to go at least once a week. He normally went every time, simply to get a notion of how much rush of reports he'd get in the next week. Besides, he had things to discuss on the subject of the files back at HQ, so it was fairly necessary this time.

He glanced around the room, only a few people being there considering he was a couple minutes early. He blinked tiredly, silently wondering if he could get Giovanni to go next time and put him to work taking notes. He took his seat at the table, quickly logging in to the laptop he'd brought in with him to discuss the intake and destruction of older, unimportant files for physical storage issues.

He looked up from where he started pulling up his spread and data sheets as the General walked in, standing up to attention with everyone else.*

Good morning, Sir.

*He gave John a soft nod, a couple others following suit, but staying silent. It never really made sense to Norton to wait until his commanding officer addressed him unless there was an obvious tone shift in the room leaning towards it, so it didn't really bother him that he was the only one to speak upon his entry.*

@peip-agent-no-5

Hello, agent.

[John waits for the remainder of his people to file in before he begins, alongside some attending virtually on the screen behind him.]

Luckily for us, we haven’t gotten many reports this week. But of the few we have, they’re fairly intensive.

Vanderbilt, I need your crew on cleanup in Fair Banks, Missouri. Our extermination of the carnivorous gnome population left more damage —and witnesses— than intended. Pay off those who saw, and make sure no one else does. I’ll wire you whatever’s necessary.

I also need a reconnaissance squad to circle Lake Tahoe. There have been rumors of kelp monsters in the lake, presumably they got there from the ocean. Colonel Sanders, gather your best people from the California area and send them out with two weeks worth of rations.

As for the recent incident by the Gulf, we still need a few people to track down remnants the cult Carvour previously dealt with. I’ve calculated their most likely positions, and I want two agents sent to each. Alongside multiple squadrons purveying the coastline. They’re water based and likely trying to find a new idol of worship. Lieutenant Bellview, collecting people for that will be your job.

[He takes a deep breath, having finished with the most pressing matters. The remainder of the meeting is spent on logistics, the less glamorous side of secret military organizations. Who needs to be paid off, who needs to be silenced, how to get further funding, etcetera.]

[wintercourtart]

Two little freaky characters from a one-shot in the world of Barovia! These are my mongrelfolk, people who were molded and stitched together by an angel gone mad.

Marin and Angehl Bellview, they were born this way to mongrelfolk parents and are never going to have the luxury of a body that is not a cobbled together mess of parts.

[silver-leaf-girl]

Legos!!!

For a friend (@cyanoferret)'s combined Christmas/Birthday gift, I made the iconic characters from the Sailor-Moon-inspired tabletop RPG that they've been designing. Because they're individual minifigures, rather than a full set - and because I come from the 40k miniatures tradition - I ended up painting them / sculpting onto them (Lego is a strange and unfamiliar land - does that make them MOCs?)

The box (it had to be given in a box, for the bit)!

The party!

This next character is a 'punk catgirl' type of character - hard-bitten, a little on the edge, cool and Void-Queen-May-Care. Cloak is a modified Batman cloak, bell is a de-winged Golden Snitch, and the hair/ears are sculpted onto the bandana.

Next up, we have a more 'familiar' Magical Girl type character, in the Sailor Moon model. Due to the mini I used, she's ended up a bit more like a businesswoman? Based on a Hagrid body, with a sculpted mantle, and a staff made out of Loki's helmet's horns (the only suitably crisp 'crescent' I could find). The coat is meant to be 'mother of pearl' coloured - I couldn't do the full opalescence on a flat matt plane, but figured that the glints of white/purple/green do the job OK.

Upsetting robot fairy. I've always been struck by the fact that the character in question is rendered more realistically, so I ended up using a Bellview character for the moulded face and more 'human' proportions - I think it worked?

Horrible/lovely space alien disguised as a traditional Sailor Moon type character. The armour and legs are from Atlantis, the head is a modded Groot (with a spray of Milliput 'eyes'), and the mask is a Toy Story Wendy head that I sawed down to fit (VERY disturbing to do).

Sailor ... Sun, I guess? Carrying a big fusion reactor hammer. This one was the first I did, and the gold is (imitation) gold leaf). It's a bit scratched in places, but it's worth it for how much it glows, more than gold paint could ever do. As the leader, she's also the tallest - since she has the Hagrid 'coat' body, normal legs, and a bit of extra height on her neck where I rebuilt the epaulettes.

In all but a few cases, where I had to sculpt the model together, they remain perfectly 'functional' lego figures, too - hands can grip objects, they can stand on blocks, bend at the legs, rotate heads, etc.

All in all, it was super fun to do (I was shocked at how cheap and more-ish Bricklink is, especially when you're just getting a few common bits and don't care about the colours), and the painting worked really well - separate them up into individual pieces, superglue them onto a wooden stick, prime them, paint them (I used gouache because it was what I had to hand and what I'm used to), but acrylic would work too), and then give them a ton of matt plastikote sprays. It gives a kind of satiny- finish once you're on the third spray, but for everything other than the grips on weapons etc., it's pretty robust.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MONORS AND THOSE WOTHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

requested by: @onedirectionlovers2014

request: The reader is a judge and has to fill in for Harry for a couple of weeks and Dan is absolutely smitten with them and the reader teases Dan really bad, like when Dan had to watch his bosses niece, and when Harry comes back, they finally let Dan take them home and smutttt

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, teasing

"$50 fine and time served." I banged the gavel and ran a hand down my face. Catching Dan's eye, I smirked and shifted in my seat. I purposely ran my fingers through my hair and bit my bottom lip, smiling when I saw Dan shift in his seat and look away. "And that's lunch folks." I stood up and stretched, making sure Dan was watching me as I did. He squeezed his eyes shut and I watched as he crinkled the file in his hands. "Mr. Prosecutor, in Judge Stone's chambers for a minute please." Dan's head shot up and he nodded.

"Of course, Your Honor." His voice cracked as he got up and started to head over. I smiled to myself at the voice crack while Dan scrunched up his nose. I walked behind him before closing the door to Harry Stone's chambers. "What did you...Whoa!" I wrapped my arms around Dan's neck, leaning in to kiss along his jawline.

"Don't pretend you haven't been staring at me all night." I mused as I played with the ends of his hair. "Don't you want me as much as I want you Dan?" Dan put his hands on my hips and gently pushed me away.

"Your Honor, we can't. Please." Dan whimpered. I pressed against him and hummed as I felt his dick hardening against me. "Your Honor. I would like to keep my job. Please." I ran my hand down Dan's suit jacket and hummed to myself.

"I won't say anything if you won't say anything." I teased him as I wrapped his tie around my hand. Dan bit his lip to try to stop a moan. I smiled at him as I leaned in and kissed his nose. Dan started to lean into me and I caught a glimpse at the clock behind him. "Maybe later Dan. We have to get back to court." I pulled away, letting Dan's tie drop. He followed me as I backed out of the room.

Throughout court for the rest of the night, I tried my best to set Dan on edge. He had asked for a break and I had granted it only to have him come back with his pants soaked. After that, I did not let him leave for a break. Just before we went took a recess to wait for someone from Bellview, I saw Harry Stone walk into the court room.

"Judge Stone! Welcome back." I greeted him as I sent us on break. Dan visibly sagged when he noticed Harry. "How was your trip?"

"I had to cancel half the trip but what I did get to do was great!" Harry said as he shook my hand. "How have things been here?" I nodded with a smile.

“it’s been going really well.” I said, knowing Dan was standing behind me. I could feel him wringing his hands against my back. “It could have been worse.” I backed up slightly and subtly rubbed myself against Dans groin. I smirked at the slight intake of breath from behind me. I could feel dans hands flex against my hips as he groaned lowly. “You taking back over judge?” Harry nodded and patted my shoulder.

“you’re released of duty.” Harry joked. “I have to go change and we can take a dinner break.” Harry winked at me before heading towards his chambers. Smiling, I spun around and wrapped my arms around Dans neck.

“hear that Danny?” I mused. “Sounds like you won’t get in trouble anymore.” Dan squirmed for a second before grabbing my hand.

“fuck trouble.” He muttered as he practically dragged me through the halls to his office. “Against the desk alright?” I nodded as I stripped as quickly as I could. Dan locked the door and shed his clothes as he made his way back over to me.

“Come here Dan.” I held my arms out for him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up and setting me on the desk. “Finally.” I whispered as he leaned down to kiss me.

“I’ll say. You’ve been torturing me all day.” Dan whispered as he slipped into me. I moaned and tugged on his hair. “Finally sweet relief.” Dan started to thrust hard and deep, making me hold him to me tighter.

“This is just the beginning Dan.” I groaned as Dan snapped his hips against mine. “Just wait…” I broke off as dans hands started to explore. “Just wait until you…” Dan growled and kissed me again. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends.

“don’t tempt me.” He moaned as he buried his face in my neck, nipping at the skin there. I moaned as he slowed down, deepening his thrusts as he sucked a hickey to my collarbone.

“Dan. Please.” I whined, digging my nails into his shoulder.

“patience. Patience.” Dan chuckled as he pulled back to look down at me. He brushed some hair off my face before leaning down to kiss me. “We’ve got all break.” I wrapped my legs around dans waist and he chuckled into the kiss.

“so hurry.” I whined. Dan chuckled again as he ran a finger down my cheek. “Please Dan. Fuck. I need you.” Something snapped in Dan and he started to thrust quickly again. I ran my nails down his back, making Dan moan in my ear. “Dan. Dan. Dan.” I chanted as I came.

“oh fuck.” Dan groaned as he followed me over the edge. He pressed his forehead against mine as we came down from our high. “Sweet sweet relief.” Dan whispered before kissing me.

“please tell me we’re going to do that again.” I said, gazing up into his eyes. Dan smiled at me and shrugged as I brushed his hair out of his face.

“as many times as you want.” Dan confirmed. “When do you leave?” I sat up, gently pushing Dan up, making him slip out of me at the same time.

“I’ve been assigned to this building permanently.” I told him, running my hand down his chest. Dan nodded. “Night court. Appeals.” Dan smiled at me.

“so…” Dan mused as he ran his hand over my shoulder. “I won’t get disbarred for seeing you.” I nodded as I wrapped my arms around him.

“right.” I confirmed, letting him pull me tightly against him. “And I won’t lose my bench.” Dan kissed my head and pulled back.

“good.” He smiled at me. “We have enough time for round two then.” I laughed as Dan laid me back again and started to kiss along my body.

[cynicalone94]

Hostage Situation

Read on AO3 here.

Jay gets out of the car, looking over the house.

“Why don’t you go around back?” Al suggests.

He nods, ghosting around behind the building to take a post by the back door.

“In position.”

Thirty seconds later a loud boom shakes the building.

“Al? You okay?”

No response.

“Al?”

He jogs around the building, seeing smoke billowing up from the blasted out front door.

But his partner isn’t lying on the grass like he would have expected.

“Al!” he shouts, lifting his radio. “5021 George. I need Bomb Squad and CFD at 1641 W Bellview Avenue. Explosion, possible additional explosives, possible fire.”

He spots a drag pattern, coated with blood, across the grass toward the front door. Drawing his weapon, he starts to move toward the front door.

He gets close, sees Al lying on the floor with his eyes closed and then a man is stepping into his face with a weapon raised.

Another man behind him has a weapon pointed at Al’s head.

“Who are you?” he demands.

“Not important Detective.” the man says. “We’ve got some demands but I’m guessing you aren’t the man to help with that so why don’t you get your ass back and get ahold of someone who can.”

“Okay.” Jay says, stepping back and holstering his weapon. “Okay. But I need to know what kind of condition my guy is in.”

“He’s alive.” the man tells him. “That’s all you need to know.”

Jay shakes his head, taking another step back and peering past the man.

“I need stable enough to wait.” he presses. “Or SWAT will be hitting this door full blast and soon.”

The man takes a small step to the side, motioning him forward. As he reaches the threshold, a gun settles against the side of his head.

There’s blood on the side of Al’s head, burns scattered across his face and chest and his right leg is bleeding heavily from some kind of puncture wound.

Reluctantly, Jay steps back.

Al will hold for a minute. He needs to get the rest of the cavalry rolling before he does anything crazy.

He steps back, nodding stiffly to the man next to him and then retreating down the steps.

“5021 George. Need an HRT team at my location. I have an officer down, being held hostage. Need paramedics on standby.”

He pulls out his phone, hitting a speed dial.

“Voight. We have a situation.”

“Yeah, I’m hearing the calls over the wire. We’re on the way there. Where’s Al?”

“In the house.” Jay says. “Front door blew, probably when he knocked. He’s hurt but they wouldn’t let me in the house.”

“They tell you about demands?” Voight asks.

“He wouldn’t tell me.” Jay says. “Wanted someone with more authority.”

“Alright.” Voight agrees. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I have to Sarge.” Jay says.

“Halstead.”

“Al’s leg is bleeding bad and with the head injury, he can’t get the tourniquet on himself.” Jay argues. “I have to get in there.”

“Jay.”

“Al needs me to do something stupid.” he says, hanging up the phone.

He jogs back to the truck, stripping the rest of his gear, locking his gun in his safe and grabbing the first aid kit.

Then he heads back up to the door. The men have pushed a bookshelf across the door frame.

“Hey.” he shouts, banging on the back of it.

“If you ain’t brought a negotiator, I don’t want to hear it!” the guy shouts back.

“Yeah. You really do.” Jay says. “Cause my guy in there is losing a lot of blood and if you don’t let me come in and provide aid then what I was saying earlier about SWAT is still gonna be your problem. And I probably won’t like how it ends up but I promise you that you won’t either.”

He stands there, listening while they debate for a moment.

“It’s either me with no weapon, just a first aid kit or an entire SWAT team.” Jay calls back. “And you’re running out of time.”

The bookshelf slides aside just enough to allow Jay to squeeze into the house.

He stands, hands up while they pat him down.

Al’s head falls toward him, eyes blinking sluggishly and its almost impossible to wait for the men to give him the go ahead before dropping to his knees.

He slips the tourniquet around his friend’s thigh, tightening it down and then starting to twist the windlass rod.

Al groans but he doesn’t stop.

“Sorry man.” he whispers. “I gotta do this.”

Once he’s got it as tight as he needs, he locks it into place. Then he shifts his attention to Al’s head.

He checks pupil response with the penlight in the kit and then uses wipes to clean up some of the blood so he can get a look at the gash.

“You know we’re on a time limit with this tourniquet.” he comments as he works. “If they don’t get him to the hospital soon, he might lose the leg.”

It isn’t really true. They’ve learned in the Middle East that blood flow can be re-established and the limb saved after as much as twenty four hours.

But these assholes don’t need to know that.

“We aren’t letting him go.” the man snaps behind him.

“Why not?” Jay asks, turning to look the man in the eye. “I’m here. You’ve still got a hostage to get whatever it is that you want. Let me get him some help.”

The man stares back, gritting his teeth and then nodding.

“Move the shelf.” he orders his friend.

Two more men, one of them the target that they’d been here to arrest, walk into the room at the front of the house, hefting rifles.

The second man that’s he’s been talking to glares at him and then moves, pushing the bookshelf out of the way.

Jay reluctantly hooks Al under the arms, dragging him toward the door.

A gun settles against his head again and he tries to ignore it. He gets Al onto the porch and then sirens are filling the air.

“Drop him.” the man covering him orders, digging the gun into his skull.

He lowers Al to the porch, raising his hands.

“Back inside.”

“Okay. Okay.” Jay says, taking a step back.

Before he can even think about starting a fight, a gun goes off nearby and he looks down in horror to see a bullet hole in the wood of the porch next to Al’s head.

“Don’t you try anything.” the man hisses in his ear.

Jay looks up at the sea of lights turning the corner and then backs into the house.

The bookshelf is pushed back across the door.

“Hands behind your back.”

Jay moves his hands into place.

“My name is Jay Halstead.” he says, making eye contact with the man who is obviously in charge and trying to ignore the movement that he can feel behind him. “Is there something I can call you?”

“You can call me shut the hell up.” the man snaps.

He offers a single nod, looking down.

Zip ties are slid over his wrists and pulled tight.

At least Al is going to be okay.

HRT is already on scene when Voight pulls up. He hurries toward the command vehicle but stops when he sees activity at the rear of the ambulance.

Moving that way, he sees Al lying on a stretcher while two paramedics work on him.

“He okay?” he asks.

“I think he will be.” Sylvie tells him. “But whoever applied this tourniquet saved his life. He would have bled out otherwise.”

Which explains why Jay had been so insistent on doing something stupid.

He pats Al’s arm, nodding to Sylvie and then continuing toward the command vehicle.

“Commander Hixson.” he says, climbing in to the back. “We made contact yet?”

“I’ve been calling your Detective’s phone. It’s not in his truck with the rest of his gear so we can only assume it’s on his person. They haven’t answered yet.” Hixson answers. “Olinsky going to be okay?”

“The paramedics think so.” Voight says.

“What can you tell me about what they were here for?”

“Tyler Michels.” Voight tells him. “Person of interest in a drug case Intelligence is working. Halstead and Olinsky were here to pick him up.”

“Any ideas on demands?”

“When I talked to Halstead he said they had something in mind but wanted to wait for someone with more authority.” Voight says. “So I’m guessing they’ll pick up that call before too much longer.”

“We’ll keep try –”

“Commander they picked up.” one of the techs calls and he steps back, sliding the handset over his head.

“This is Commander Jason Hixson of the Chicago Police Department.” he says. “Who am I speaking to?”

“You can call me Tony.” the man says. “There is a flash drive that was taken into evidence by the Intelligence team. I want it back. Along with two million dollars in cash and safe passage.”

“Alright.” Hixson says. “We can work on that. I’d like to speak to Detective Halstead.”

“Maybe later.” Tony says. “I’ll let you get to work.”

The line goes dead.

“What can you tell me about the flash drive?” Hixson asks.

“We pulled it off a body yesterday.” Voight says. “Tech didn’t get anything other than gibberish off it.”

“Encrypted.” Hixson says and Voight nods.

“I’ll call someone on my team.” he says. “Get it brought over.”

“I’ll put in the request for the 1505 funds.” Hixon agrees. “We’ll get him out of there.”

Voight nods.

Jay watches as Tony hangs up the phone.

He’s on his knees, a gun to the back of his head in case he gets any ideas about trying to participate in the phone call.

Tony turns and walks toward him.

“We’ll need to provide proof of life next time they call.” he tells the others. “Let’s get him ready.”

Ready?

Tyler grabs his arm and tows him to his feet. He’s led deeper into the house to where a hallway runs along the stairs.

He’s shoved up onto a step stool. Hears one of the men running up the stairs.

“What the hell is this?” he demands.

His wrists are cut free and his arms shoved up above his head. The man on the stairs reaches down to continue pulling them up, re-securing them around the railing using rope this time.

“See those X’s on the wall?” Tony asks, pointing to the wall across from him where ten x’s have been marked on the wall with painter’s tape.

“Yeah.” he says slowly.

Tony steps back out of the hallway, holding up a small remote.

“When I press a button.” the man says with a smirk, pressing the button.

The explosion is a hundred times smaller than the one that had thrown Al down the front steps and across the lawn but it still sends shrapnel, wood fragments of various sizes, flying toward him.

Several of them embed themselves in him and he grimaces, twisting his wrists in the loops of rope.

“A couple of the charges are bigger than that.” the man tells him, stepping back into the hall. “If the negotiators get me what I need quickly, you might not have to feel any of those. But for now, you can just hang out.”

Then he’s kicking the stool out from under Jay’s feet and all of his weight abruptly drops onto his wrists.

He cries out as he feels something crack but locks his jaw, biting off any sound.

And then he’s left alone.

He doesn’t know how long he hangs there before Tony comes back around the corner with his phone in hand.

“Why don’t you tell Commander Hixson that you’re still alive.” he says, holding it up.

Jay can see the SWAT team leader on the screen, Voight hovering behind him.

“I’m fine.” he says. “Al okay?”

“Detective Olinsky is expected to make a full recovery.” Hixson tells him. “Have they hurt you?”

Tony holds up the remote and Jay can’t help but grimace.

Another charge goes off. It’s one of the larger ones that Tony had mentioned earlier and sends much larger shrapnel flying his way.

One particularly large scrap of wood embeds itself in his leg and he winces but manages not to cry out.

“You have three hours to get me my money.” Tony says. “For every twenty minutes that you do not, a charge will be detonated and Detective Halstead risks being injured. Should you reach the three hour mark without my demands being met, I will detonate one final charge placed in the wall behind your Detective. I can assure you, he will not survive its detonation.”

He ends the call before they can say anything, turning his attention back to Jay.

“That one got you good didn’t it?” he says with a chuckle as he examines the wood sticking out of Jay’s leg and the blood seeping into his pants.

“This isn’t a good idea.” Jay says. “You’re just asking for them to abandon negotiations and turn to a tactical answer.”

“If they do.” Tony says, glaring at him. “I’ll detonate that last charge and kill you.”

“And you’ll get nothing.” Jay snaps.

“See you in eighteen minutes.” Tony says, patting his cheek condescendingly.

Over the next two hours, another six charges are detonated.

For the most part they’ve been small, littering Jay’s frame with small cuts and scrapes.

But the last one, the eighth overall, sends another large shard that catches him in the chest, driving deep into his skin at the base of his ribs.

Jay can’t help but scream as it impacts, yanking hard against the ropes securing his wrists as he attempt to cover the injury.

Tony paces closer, holding the phone up to make sure the negotiator can see the injury.

“Oh that’s not good, huh?” he says, not sounding worried. “Seems like you might need to pick up the pace on my money, Commander. How long do you think he’ll last like this?”

Jay swings up slightly, kicking the phone out of the man’s hand.

Both pieces of wood that have made themselves home in his body are jostled by the movement and he gasps, closing his eyes as he tries to breathe through the pain.

Tony gets right up in his face, hand closing around his throat.

“Bet you think you’re real tough, don’t you?” he hisses.

Jay couldn’t answer if he wanted to; gasping and choking for air. Searing pain is shooting through his torso and he’s pretty sure the man has jostled the wood, probably accelerating the bleeding.

He can hear Hixson’s voice from his phone, the man shouting for Tony to return to the conversation.

“You are a hostage.” Tony hisses. “Your job is to shut the hell up and wait to see if you get to go home alive today.”

His head is slammed back against the wall and then Tony lets go and walks over to pick up the phone.

“My apologies for the distraction.” he says. “The detective and I had something to discuss.”

He faces the screen back toward Jay so the negotiator can see that he’s still alive and relatively intact.

Jay’s head is hanging low to his chest but he forces it up to look at them.

“We’ll be back in, oh about ten minutes.” Tony says, smirking at him and ending the call.

It can’t be more than five minutes before a loud crash echoes through the house and Tony scrambles for his remote, hitting a button.

Nothing happens.

He curses and hits it again and then again and then armored SWAT officers are rounding the corner and knocking it out of his hand.

As he’s taken into custody, Voight appears and rushes up to Jay.

“Easy kid.” he says as Jay tugs on the ropes. “We’ll get you down. How you doing?”

“Tired.” Jay says as Hixson rights the stool and slides it back under his feet, taking the weight off his arms.

Voight reaches up with a knife, cutting the ropes. Jay tries to stay upright but instantly collapses forward.

“Woah.” Voight says, dropping the knife and catching him. “I got you.”

“He’s lost a lot of blood.” Hixson comments as he helps him lower Jay to the ground. “I’ll get a tourniquet on his leg.”

“Al really okay?” Jay asks.

“Got out of surgery five minutes ago.” Voight tells him. “Already chewed out a nurse.”

Jay cracks a smile and Voight looks down, tearing the younger man’s shirt open to get a look at his injury.

“Sorry I was stupid.”

“It’s okay.” Voight tells him. “Sylvie says you probably saved Al’s life so I guess you were right, he did need you to be stupid.”

“What about Sylvie?” a voice says and Voight looks up to see the paramedics hurrying up.

“Just telling him you said he did good with that tourniquet.” Voight says.

“Really good.” Sylvie agrees. “Now lets get you taken care of, huh?”

Jay’s eyes slip closed. Voight is quick to order him to open them and he tries but he can’t seem to fight the pull of the darkness.

He wakes up to beeping.

He’s really tired of the beeping. Maybe next time he gets hurt Will can silence the monitors. They work just as well without broadcasting his heart rate to the whole room, right?

Will would probably just tell him not to get hurt again if he doesn’t want to hear the beeping.

He pries his eyes open, looking down to see red hair on the mattress.

“Will.” he croaks, shocked by how weak his own voice sounds.

His brother shoots upright, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Jay.” he manages after a moment. “Hey. You’re awake.”

“Yeah.” he says. “Can I…”

Will is already picking up a glass of water and bringing the straw to his lips.

He takes a few sips before dropping his head back.

“Thanks.”

Will glances at his watch before grabbing his phone.

“Al doing okay?” Jay asks.

“Chomping at the bit to get out of here.” Will says with a smile as he types something. “Actually you have good timing. They’re just getting ready to sign him out. I’m texting Voight to let him know you’re awake so they can stop by on their way out.”

“How long was I out?” Jay asks.

“It’s been a little over two days.” Will says, setting his phone aside and reaching up to brush his fingers through Jay’s hair. “I was starting to get worried.”

“Sorry.” Jay whispers.

“It’s okay.” Will tells him. “You lost a lot of blood.”

“He… he moved the one in my stomach.” Jay says.

“Yeah.” Will agrees. “Marcel said it looked like the wood had been moved around. Didn’t help that it hit your liver. But they patched everything up, last transfusion started an hour ago so you’re going to be okay. Just need to rest.”

Jay nods.

A wheelchair rounds the corner and he looks up to see Voight pushing Al into his room.

“Hey guys.”

“Good to see you awake, kid.” Al says looking him over. “So what’s up? You can’t let someone else have the hospital stay for once?”

Jay grins tiredly.

“You know me.” he says. “Don’t like to share the attention.”

Al chuckles.

“Thanks kid.” he says, reaching out to squeeze Jay’s arm.

“Anytime.” Jay says seriously.

“Well I’d appreciate it if you could both avoid explosions for a few weeks.” Voight chimes in and Will nods.

“Amen to that.”

Jay and Al roll their eyes.

“Brothers.” Jay retorts and Al chuckles.

“I need to get this one home.” Voight says, shaking his head at them. “Get some rest, Jay.”

Jay nods, offering a wave as they leave. And then Will is brushing his fingers through his hair again.

“Go back to sleep, Jay.” he says softly. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He’s exhausted and his brother’s ministrations are soothing so Jay doesn’t argue, closing his eyes and letting himself drift back to dreamland.

[lowellstephens]

The time is 1:00 pm. January 13, 2023. Other than desperately needing a shave, do you see any difference in me at Jamaica Center and me when I was in Manhatten at Bellview shelter or today when I was at the Brooklyn shelter?

No major difference. Do you see anything that is similar? Yes. Pretty much everything. This world can be cold but also beautiful at the same time. Why not? Two things can exist at the same time. I have seen some time that the sun and the moon can be seen at the same time. I have seen it rain and the sun be out at yhe same time. And surely you can be homeless and the rest of the world will still exist while you are homeless. I am still going to my job right now, at 1:08 pm, even though I am homeless. I’m still getting on the bus train, getting my Mac Donald senior citizens coffee for 1.09 while I’m homeless. No one changes. Actually no one cares. What they do care about is your attitude. I have seen men especially and sometimes women on the street, in the bus and sometimes even on the train yelling I mean REALLY YELLING at their phone. Because I have and use the phone I understand that they are yelling and reacting to the PERSON on the other end of the phone. But to us looking at the person, it is just another crazy person yelling at the phone.

What’s the point? ATTITUDE determines you altitude. What is altitude. Altitude is how far, how high, how upset, how happy you want to be.

Homelessness and Unemployment is similar because it can be a temporary situation or a permanent or even long lasting setback. Depending on your attitude.

Look at the birds. They are homeless from the time the mother kicks them out the nest. Then they have to figure it out. So do we.

[nonjo]

The Cava Spritz Commeth

Not today, but soon… as I suggested. Cava Today’s spritz featured Bellview’s Pet-Nat Rosé. Very good. Bellview Pet-Nat Rosé

[leanstooneside]

Exerting yourself to the point of exhaustion (BELLVIEW)

• SUBJECT COUNTRY IS A MEMBER

[vomitpukey]

Marshal asked me to fulfill a totally normal request today, not at all sus.

Before I can go over to Punchy to return the item, he pulls this. Thanks for the guilt tripping, Punchy.

Anywho, I gave him back the item and...

They're so totally gay.

[odnewsin]

Former PM Atal Bihari Vajpayee's 10-ft tall bronze statue unveiled in Cuttack ahead of 100th birth anniversary

Odisha Chief Minister Mohan Charan Majhi unveiled a 10-foot tall bronze statue of former Prime Minister Atal Bihari Vajpayee at Bellview Square, adjacent to the Odisha Judicial Academy in Cuttack City on Tuesday morning. Union Minister Dharmendra Pradhan, Cuttack Mayor Subhash Chandra Singh, Barabati-Cuttack MLA Sofia Firdous, and Cuttack Collector Dattatraya Bhausaheb Shinde were among the…

[founderposts]

Drone Sightings: The Three Possibilities

If even earlier in this year I had come to you and proposed the idea that there can arise a literal invasion of the American skies of unknown, flying objects. In the densest populated areas of the United States, no less. And that no government entity would admit knowing the source, you would probably have called Bellview. But to my credit, this is literally true right now. So, as a rational human…

[brucenunley]

NEWS! Audio Messages now available

We have uploaded some of our latest messages we’ve preached and will be posting Audio Messages from the Pulpit of Bellview Church. We pray and trust that these messages will be a blessing to you and an encouragement in your walk with the Lord. You may listen online by navigating to the following link The Disciples of Jesus Discipleship Training is now available on our Youtube Channel and Rumble…