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Employee Security Animations London | Sliced Bread Animation

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Employee Security Animations London | Sliced Bread Animation Support your employees to progress their wellness, and happiness at work with amazing Employee Security Animations London exclusively from Sliced Bread Animation. Sliced Bread Animation is a animation studio that has an unrivalled status for offering complete & seamless project management, partnering with clients to create innovative, original multi-platform digital content. https://sbanimation.com/animated-corporate-characters/

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FNAF Fan-made | Five Night's at The Owl House Studio and Entertainment | AU

"Five Night’s at The Owl House Studio and Entertainment" abbreviated, "FNaTOHS&E" is a Five Night’s at Freddy’s inspired Universe between The Owl House. The concept of this is, instead of voice actors- the series is filmed with animatronics and certain props.

| Location's Within The Owl House Studio Universe |

The Owl House Studio and Entertainment (2016-2020)

The Owl House Studio and Entertainment Facility, or also just known as, The Owl House Studio and Entertainment, is a Animated Television Filming Studio, mixed with children entertainment. It is built and station in Obion County, Union City, Tennessee. The Primary mascot and figurehead of The Owl House Studio and Entertainment is Luz Noceda, accompanied by her showmates, consisting of Hunter, King Clawthorne, and Amity Blight.

When the drawing board was being done, the Company was originally going to be a Diner or an Adventure Park. The ideal spark of becoming an Animated Television Studio business came a little time later when the founder- James Summers, realized how many diner places already have animatronics.

Coming up with the designs of the four main animatronics (Luz Noceda, Amity Blight, Hunter, and London). Early iteration of Luz Noceda was created and designed to help with the development of the programming and coding- London (King's early iteration) was soon canceled from the project and a new design counterpart was created; soon to be King.

James partnered up with his college classmate Nathan Carpenter, who was an robotic engineer - which is the inspiration, Mr. Summers got the idea of Amity becoming an "Abomination Engineer" in the epilogue.

James and Natan made a public account where they would publish their storyboards and short videos of storyboard-drawn motion pictures. Within a half-a-year; 1994, Walt Disney Animation Studios caught wind of the storyboards and grew interested in their idea of creating a series. A contract built and signed by both sides; starting a partnership and a way to build their project. Walt Disney Animation Studios gave Mr. Summers and Hayden a 'Business Starting Fund' to begin construction of the Studio.

James and Nathan both lived in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee which they both believed was too small to start their business, after a few months searching for suitable cities to move to, they discovered Union City. The City Mayor agreed to having their company built in his/her city, signing an agreement and a contract with the city. in mid 1995, the two families moved to Union City, Tennessee to start construction of the 48-acre building.

The blueprints of the Studio ended up being a single-story, with four separate buildings: the first building being the Main Building- which has, the Main Entrance Lobby, a Snack/Food Bar, an Electric Room, a Prize Room, two Arcade Halls, a few restrooms, the Security Office, a Parts and Service Room, The Editing/Revising Lab, and the Main Recording Set Area. The Second building being the Secondary Animatronic Containment Storage- which would store all the other animatronics which are 'minor' characters of the series. The third building being the Supply/Containment Storage and Loading Dock Section- which would be where all the props, merchandise, and even frozen foods would be stored properly; along with where the delivery trucks would drop off the supplies. The fourth and final building would be a bit smaller than the other buildings; which would be the Workshop. This is where Mr. Summers and Mr. Carpenter would brainstorm new studio ideas and storyboard them for the Animatronics to perform the scenes.

The Animatronics are also known to have their own rooms - which is down a secret hall that only the Staff, employee's and the Animatronics are known to. The hall is called "The Lounge Hall".

When the studio was starting up and beginning production, Nathan Carpenter hired her sister-in-law; Kailey Lakewood, to become the Animatronic Chief Officer- which she would be in charge of the Animatronics and in charge of putting in service orders for the Animatronics. Throughout college, Kailey was obsessed with the thought of the paranormal, and even possession activity. Working around Animatronics, it sparked her interest back up and she producted an "experience" to extract an substance what is called "remnant" which created from agony from an individual. This is the motion to her act of the "Four Missing Children Incident".

Events soon followed behind from Kailey's act. From "The Bite of 2019", to the Paranormal Activities during the night at the Studio. The Owl House Studio and Entertainment Facility soon became the infamous business within the city, which caused many people to move out of the city; or even avoid the part of the city that the Studio is in. Numbers of guests visiting the Studio during 'Open Public Hours' started to decrease at a slow, by fair pace.

The "New-and-Improved" Owl House Studio and Entertainment (2022-2025)

A year following the first Studio closing, James and Nathan decided to re-open as a refurbished building and new technology and program systems in the Animatronics- Criminal Database, Suspicious Alarms, ect. The "new-and-improved" Owl House Studio and Entertainment Facility opened around the late period before Season 2 ended. Once the series were finished, the City attempted to put the company out of business, however couldn't go through with the action due to the active contract with Walt Disney Animation Studios. The Company was put on a "Do Not Demolition" Order by the Local Government due to the 'still up' Contract. After two years of the Series being finished, the Contract started to get loosened up, due to Walt Disney Company not wanting to do anymore business with Owl Entertainment Inc.

The Owl House Studio: Horror Attraction and Museum (2038-2039)

Around 13 years following the Studios' closure, Owl Entertainment Inc. decided to honor the tales and rumors of the Studio by opening a Horror Attraction, and even a Museum- showcasing all the old props, including the deactivated Animatronics from "both" locations.

The Owl Cafe (2057-2059)

It is now 32 years following the Studio closing their doors The Owl Cafe is it's the first restaurant-themed setting as the others are Studio Filming/Entertainment Establishments. Owl Entertainment gained a new owner- going under Owl Entertainment LLC.

A few Employee's were assigned to head to the burn wreckage of the Horror Attraction/Museum place where they were to try to salvage what they could, but they couldn’t find anything due to everything being burnt from the fire. However, the employees were forced to return to the old rubbles and debris where the building once was a second time to thoroughly go through the burnt remains to shockingly find a polished wired glass (which is fire proof glass) jar that had withstood the major flames and contained what appeared to be four different glowing hues of spiritual essence “Remnant” - along with a flash drive. The staff took it back to the current establishment which it was unknowably installed the said remnant into the newly made animatronics thinking that it would assist with their programming.

The flash drive was plugged into the main system computer which started to glitch the system and download a virus to all the electronic devices around the restaurant over the night; without anyone noticing. The business was opened in July 2057, and the restaurant went on without a hitch and was able to thrive for two more year's until- in late 2059 a bite with one of the newer original models: Mocha Cappuccino, bit a customer due to a drink spill that went into the mechanic wires and systems, and a investigation with the local police from a few reported suspicious activities which the company denied even knowing or being apart of..the suspicious activities are unknown (A few hidden murders and missing reports) The establishment closed down after two and-a-half years open, keeping night guard hiring for another year, with finding out what’s going on in the building at night time; making the horrific realization that the animatronics were actually living and possessed with the original murdered children from the first ever “The Owl House” Studio establishment. The Remnant was shared/divided among all animatronics.

All locations falls between a duration of 63 years! The first ever related "Owl House" content was between 1995 to 2000 called, "Luz and Friends"

| Luz and Friends |

Luz and Friends is an early short-animated show that was created and aired between 1993 to 1995. The animation was flat and simple, then being followed with it's successor animated television show The Owl House. Luz and Friends was approximately eight minutes long.

Each episode would have a small conflict among the group of teen kids; or could be a simple argument, and is solved by Luz herself learned by a valuable lesson. Hunter was always known as the "trouble maker" in the teen group. Before 'The Owl House' aired, King was known as a forest stray. The program didn't have a complex/difficult plot-line. The location setting was unknown in "Luz and Friends" as the program didn't focus too much on the setting, more than the plot of the story for that episode.

| Animatronics Around The Universe |

There are many variations of the 'The Owl House' Animatronics- Originals, 2.0's, Phantoms, and the Cafe Animatronics. I will list the Animatronics in the "Universe Series" they appear in:

"Originals" Animatronics- FNaTOHS&E 2

- Luz Noceda - Amity Blight - Hunter - King

"2.0's" Animatronics- FNaTOHS&E 1

The 2.0's indicates the Second Studio- and the Epilogue "era" Animatronics

- Luz Noceda 2.0 - Amity Blight 2.0 - Hunter 2.0 - King Clawthorne 2.0 - Eda Clawthorne 2.0 - London - Shadow Luz Noceda -Shadow King Clawthorne

"Hallucinations/Nightmares"- FNaTOHS&E "4"

As the same as the "FNaTOHS&E 1" Era, the Nightmares are also the Epilogue "era" Animatronics.

- Nightmare Luz Noceda * Nightmare Stringbean - Nightmare Amity Blight * Nightmare Ghost - Nightmare King Clawthorne - Nightmare Hunter - Nightmare Eda Clawthorne - Nightmare London

"Phantoms" & "Deathtrap Luz"- FNaTOHS&E 3

As the same as the "FNaTOHS&E 1" Era, the Phantoms are also the Epilogue "era" Animatronics. Unlike for "Deathtrap" Luz Noceda is the tattered version of the springlock 'early iteration' of Luz.

- Deathtrap Luz Noceda * Prototype/Deathtrap Luz Noceda: Prototype is a taller and "older aged" version of Luz Noceda that was never used for the series. She has black leggings, dark purple turtle neck long-sleeved shirt wore under a light blue and white jacket- having a single dark purple stripe along the middle. An owl pendant necklace around her neck, wearing light purple, white, and blue sneakers. Prototype Luz has her pixie cut style but slightly longer. She has a singular golden rectangular earring on her right ear. (her "age" appears to be around 16) - Phantom Luz Noceda - Phantom Amity Blight - Phantom King Clawthorne - Phantom Hunter - Phantom Eda Clawthorne

"Cafe" Animatronics- FNaTOHS&E 5

Cafe Luz Noceda

- Cafe Luz keeps her styled curly shortened hair, mascara black earrings, and her permanent "scar" from the series. Due to the Cafe style, Luz dons brown trousers, black short sleeved shirt, with lighter tan jacket that has a golden clip of the Cafe's logo on the right corner of the jacket, with a pin underneath the logo clip-pin which is a pin shape and colored of stringbean. And black shoes. - Luz helps with day security guard, by looking over the whole Cafe as double security; since she's still the main mascot of the company.

Cafe King Clawthorne

- Cafe King is the same with his dark red collar and tag that has the initials "KC" on it. Along with his bright blue star sticker/bandage on the right side of his skull. On the collar is a golden pin clip that has the Cafe's logo on it. King just wears a coffee brown colored apron. - King would show "coming in" customers to their seats, handing them their menus

Cafe Amity Blight

- Cafe Amity’s hair goes back to the color from the episode “Thanks to Them” with the light pink and the brown root color on the top of her head. She is dressed with a naples yellow colored long sleeved turtle neck shirt, black pants, and a white/light tan colored waist apron that has a pocket in it - which a pad and a pen is always kept in it for Amity to take the customers orders. On the waist apron is a golden clip pin that has the Cafe’s logo. Cafe Amity also wears gray shoes.  - Amity would help the human waiters take table orders on hours that the Cafe is very busy following hourly shows.

Cafe Hunter

Cafe Hunter also stayed the same from his “Epilogue” appearance from the series- including his few face and ear scars. He wears a brown long sleeved shirt that has the cuffs of the sleeves folded. Black pants - like Amity, gray shoes, and a light orange/brown apron. - Hunter would help assist Cafe Amity with taking tables orders on hours that the Cafe is very busy between showings.

Aura the Weasel

- Aura is one of the three new characters; alongside Mocha and Echo. Owl Entertainment LLC., has decided to experiment with having animal themed animatronics as well. - Aura assists with table delivery meal orders on rush hours.

Mocha Cappuccino the Red Panda

- Mocha Cappuccino, also known as just "Mocha", is also one of the new characters Owl Entertainment LLC., has created- and is experimented on with having animal themed animatronics. - Mocha has her own place in the "Kid's Table Room" to look after the younger kids, and delivering their meals.

Echo the Hare

- Echo, is one of the three and final new characters of Owl Entertainment LLC., and has built and experimented to see how animal themed/based animatronics program around guests/customers due to a 'walk-around' four legged animal animatronics weren't made before. - Echo helps assists Aura with table delivery meal orders.

Security A.C.E.

- Mostly known just as "Ace". He is a Great Horned Owl that's black, brown, and gray. He also has see-in-the-dark features with bright yellow eyes. On both of his wings, he has a design of a 'security' shield with neon blue trims. - He is the on that holds tight security on the whole network of the restaurant.

| FNaTOHS&E 1&2 Hauntings |

• With the Animatronics - in their "normal mode setting" their eyes are normal with their color eyes and white sclera - except King, he has his yellow sclera.

• Paranormal activities began two days following the MCI - marking that Kailey's third "experience" was successful and that remnants have been collected. The Animatronics continues to program/act the same way, except that they can have tendencies to be more staredown on adults than kids. Since the ghost children are mostly in an "invisible" state most of the time, some objects and doors may seem to open, or slam close themselves. Night Guards that have ran out and/or quickly quit would report random loud scrapping sounds, the security cameras rapidly flashing/going out un-naturally, hearing ghostly whisper sounds, and even the animatronic walking around acting threatening. Often have haunting nightmares of four children stalking and injuring them - when waking up discovering that the injuries are real - a few people have actually died in their dream.

• A few sightings have also been seen of red liquid splattered along walls spelling words like: "YOU". "YOUR NOT OUR FRIEND". "IT'S ME". "SHOW ON" with a red child-sized finger print in red next to it, Or "NO SAVING". Only "IT'S ME" would appear when Luz is nearby and about to attack.

• Ghost Children Possession/Alert: light-yellow tint sclera - King's is a tad darker.

• Ghost Children Angered: fully dark red.

| The Torture Machine |

• The Torture Machine is a hallow front shelled King/horn skull head machine (like the Animatronics' Masks) that has a bunch of sharp gears, shredders, and sharp slicing blades that causes anyone that gets pressed into it ripped apart. This device was originally created by Chairman and Agents of Owl Entertainment Inc. secretly for a tool of controlling - which soon gets taken over as a tool to "fix" people that the Animatronics gets a hold of to properly fit them into the empty suits in the supply/parts and service room. in the '90's it was used a few times by Kailey Lakewood and even Mr. West to get rid of a few Agents/Employees that were caught either snooping around Owl Entertainment corporate office finding secrecy information papers - or, breaking the #8 rule in the business.

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Big challenges in front law firms in London

In recent times, the dynamics of the UK’s legal sector have changed considerably. At one end, they all seem to uplift the level of services and value for client, whereas, at the other end, they present new challenges for corporate law firms in London. Let’s take a look at them.

Service levels

According to the Report, the most general complaints reported were associated with delays, deficiency of competence and neglect which were made direct to law firms (called as first tier complaints).

Conveyancing work invited the majority of complaints reported to the SRA and the Legal Ombudsman2 and grievances to the Legal Ombudsman in consideration to improper communication and delay have increased.

Why is this concern?

The level of service expected of solicitors is extremely high. In addition, SRA Principle 5 mentions that you must enablean appropriate standard of service to your clients.

Important actions

Guarantee that your client care detail is concrete and concise, with major areas highlighted and the firm’s complaints procedure clearly accessible

Deal with your client’s expectations about their choices and keep them aware of progress

Agree the services and the costs from the onset and uphold clients knowledgeable on operating costs

Make sure that you can determine susceptible clients and provide required information and support suitable to their needs

Complaints must be handled promptly, justly, amenably and effectively.

Data security

Corporate Law firms in London manage huge amounts of client and sensitive data which is striking to cyber criminals. Should this information bring into the improper hands it can be detrimental to both your clients’ interests and your firm’s reputation. Data breaches can come out in various ways and cyber crime is a general cause for such breaches, but it is necessary to recall written and verbal communications also pose a risk. A report on data security accidenttrends from the Information Commissioner’s Office (ICO) reveals that for all domains for the first quarter of 2018 they got 284 reports of data being sent to the wrong person by email, post or fax.

Cyber security

A related theme is the disturbing rise in cyber security risk across the legal sector. The legal occupation is striking to criminals as law firms carry vast amounts of client money and personal data at any one time, both of which are clearly valued assets to cyber criminals and law firms in London.

Key Actions

Execute policies and procedures that need to be dealt with

How and when crucial information should be carried out of the office

Determine clear reporting policies so employees know who to report such issues to

With the surge of nimble working, make sure that you have released and communicated a Working from Home Policy that also includes the management of sensitive documents

Ensure all members of staff are properly trained to be animated to the risks from cybercrime and scams

A procedure for dealing with lost or stolen documents, laptops and smartphones.  This preferably should be set out within your firm’s Business Continuity Plan

Run a Clear Desk Policy

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Hotel staff provides the customer with a high level of hospitality and customer service. As a staff you will present a luxury lifestyle experience to the customer taking pleasure in their satisfaction. Each customer has their own reasons for staying in a hotel, such as travelling, anniversaries or business. Customer satisfaction is really important and requires a high level of customer service, to provide the most comfortable stay. A hotel is a complex business that depends on dedicated employees to run smoothly and efficiently. These staff members handle daily operational duties for the hotel, including making reservations, checking guests in and out and handling guest questions. Among the most common jobs represented in the hotel are: concierge, cook maid, technician, cook, , doorman, security guard, waiter, manager of the hotel. Big hotels hire animators, doctors, masseurs, dealers as permanent employees. It is considered a sign of a good tone for a modern hotel to have an independent specialist for public relations and PR-manager. 

The most appropriate approach to start a successful career in the hotel management industry is by undergoing technical training to acquire the right set of skills. Hotel management includes a wide range of work options and is a significant sector of the hospitality industry. Hospital management and catering, hospitality and resort associations, flight hospitality and cabin amenities, club management and guest houses are just a few examples of the various types of hotels that can be administered. After earning a few years of relevant experience in the hotel industry you can always choose to work abroad. With additional benefits, pay packages are quite attractive. In society, professionals in Hotel Management always enjoy a positive reputation. A certification in hotel management will ensure that you have respectable employment and that the community benefits from your sheer determination. Hotel Staff Recruitment Agency in London can enjoy a positive work atmosphere where effort and dedication are always acknowledged.

Jobs in hospitality, travel and tourism are available all around the world. With a career in hotel management, you have a great chance to explore the world and can easily begin employment overseas. Furthermore, you will have the opportunity to travel both locally and abroad if you work as an executive or manager for a leading hotel chain. Opportunities within hotel management are endless and to make the most of them you will need to be flexible. You could work for an independent or chain hotel, become a general manager or manage specific departments, and work in a variety of locations such as big cities or coastal areas. You will get to meet and make connections with people from all over the world. As hotel chain owners are opening new hotels in various big and small cities, requirements for trained hotel management professionals are huge. The course offered at certificate level, PG diploma level, under graduate level. As a career, hotel management is in high demand worldwide and gaining a degree in this field opens up doors to many exciting hotel management career opportunities with promising salaries. Best Hotel Staff Recruitment Agency in London helps for Hospitality industry recruitment.

The future of hotel management as a career looks bright and promising. The hospitality industry has been growing rapidly in recent years, and it is expected to continue growing in the coming years. One of the major drivers of the hospitality industry's growth is the increasing demand for travel and tourism. As people's disposable income increases, they are more likely to spend money on leisure activities such as travel. This presents opportunities for hotel management graduates to work in different parts of the world, from popular tourist destinations to emerging markets. Top Hotel Staff Recruitment Agency in London having good hold of hotel staff recruitment. Hotel management graduates who have knowledge of sustainability practices and can implement them in their hotels can differentiate themselves in the market. Hotel management graduates who are adaptable and innovative and understand these trends can build successful careers in the hospitality industry. 

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Thieves Will Steal Your Heart

Summary: A notorious thief, you set your eyes on the Egyptian Museum in London. It’ll be an easy job, in and out. However, someone puts a hitch in your plan: the sweet gift shop employee. You become enthralled with him, and he in turn. But, at the end of the day, you still have a job to do.

Word Count: ~5k

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Fluff

Note: Takes place before the events of Moon Knight, so Steven doesn’t know about Marc. And I might do a part 2 where the reader meets Marc, as Moon Knight

Ch. 2

High vaulted ceilings stretched into the heavens, stone architecture combined with a sleek modern flare, statues with faces of animals and bodies of humans loomed over the area guarding those who entered, glass cases arranging in various size protected the smallest most delicate handcrafted items, while paintings and scrolls centuries old covered the walls.

London’s Nation Art Gallery was impressive to say the least. It was part of the reason you picked this place. It had plenty to choose from, and each item enticed you - called out to you.

Which items would have the honor of being plucked from their confinements to have a home elsewhere?

After wandering around for an hour, a familiar feeling - a weight pressing into the back of your skull - made the hairs on your neck stand up. Someone was watching you. Which, honestly, shouldn’t be too surprising given the public space, and the roughly three dozen security cameras, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling.

Strolling to a nearby statue, you craned your neck up following the angular structure; all the while, you peered out of the corner of your eyes.

There.

The gift shop employee.

Steven couldn’t peel his eye off of you. You were breathtaking.

The minute you walked in, it was as if Ra moved the sun for you. The harsh somewhat blindly fluorescent lights were now instead a warm dim orange hue that bathed over you, the dust particles in the air now shimmered like gold specs. Your head was held high as you casually strolled - floated - through the main area. No one offered you a single glance your way, almost as if you were a god walking in silence among men. Yet, he saw you.

And you stole his breath.

Steven would try to look away, however it wouldn’t last long. His eyes would dart around the gallery, hoping to find a distraction or to not be so conspicuous, but they always made their way back to you. You who aimlessly walked around surveying everything. You who had a certain twinkle in your eyes. You who had a smile gently tug on the corner of your lips.

So, as you stared up at the massive statue of Anubis, Steven stared at you unwaveringly.

Then a tour group passed in front of you, blocking you from Steven’s view. The crowd of tourists pointed at relics, took pictures, while a small portion looked positively bored. The tour guide, however, kept up the cheery, far too sweet, persona as she pointed at the Anubis statue rattling off interesting facts. The group paused only for a single second, for one breath, before moving on.

By then, you were gone.

Steven frowned. He leaned over the counter looking around. How in the world? You vanished. Like a drop of sand into the desert never to be seen again.

He sighed.

You left. Probably for good. His chance to talk with you was gone. At least that was what he told himself, but he never thought of actually approaching you. Not when he was on shift and with Donna lurking about. He simply hoped he had the courage to if the improbable opportunity rose, but that all passed into oblivion.

“Hey, do you happen to have the time?”

Steven, a little dejected, numbly glanced down at his watch. “About a quarter pass 2.” Slowly, his eyes trailed up to the random voice. His eyes widened. It was you.

You smiled softly at him. You pulled out your phone showing him a black screen, “Thanks, I forgot to charge this last night and I couldn’t find a clock.”

“Right,” he nodded, unsure what exactly to say now that you were here - actually right here in front of him. “I’d probably forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

You laughed through your nose still smiling at him. He easily returned the smile as he chuckled lightly to himself.

You slowly eyed him. From the tips of his dark curls that pointed in odd directions, down to his warm kind eyes and the bags underneath them, to his full lips, down his neck and broad shoulder, to his muscular build - although you noted he hunched, shrinking himself around others - then to his obscure patterned button up and tan jacket, down to his slacks. He was handsome, and absolutely adorable. Was it even possible for a man to be both? Yes, and he was directly in front of you.

As your eyes trailed back up, you spotted a clip-on name tag. “Steven,” you read.

He perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Sorry, I was just reading your name tag.” You pointed to the small brass plate on his breast pocket.

He followed your fingers, touching the cool metal as if he forgot it was there. “Right.”

He looked back at you, and you easily held his gaze. He wanted to ask your name, the name of the person who stole his thoughts and time, the question weighed on his tongue. His lips parted slightly, the words formed in his mouth.

“Well, I better be off.” You started walking away.

Steven’s eyes widened. Off?

He scrambled and followed after you behind the counter of course. “Wait. Wait!”

You paused, turning to face him with the same easy, captivating, smile on your lips. He pinched himself into a corner up against the wall and the edge of the counter. “I, uh, um …”

What was he doing?

“Yes, Steven?”

A warmth spread over his chest as his name rolled off your tongue. “Um, right, well, I - uh - wanted to ask what your name may be?”

“My name?”

“Yes! I, uh” - he cleared his throat - “I mean, yes.”

Your smile grew. Strolling over to him, you leaned in towards him. He instinctively moved back a bit. About a foot separated you from him. This close you could count his eyelashes, you could also spot a golden chain peeking out from underneath his collar, and you could smell his cologne.

“I’ll tell you another time.”

He blinked. “Wait, what?”

You winked at him then walked straight through the exit.

You should have known better, hell you did. Never leave a trace, never make an impression, and yet you couldn’t help it. Your typical surveillance to complete a job was two trips: one, to get a lay of the land and understand the security system, and two, pick your items and plan a route accordingly. Then a week later, you’d sneak in the middle of the night. Items taken under your slippery fingers, never to be seen again. Most cameras only ever caught a shadow or a blur. And if you happened to mess up, you always double checked the security cameras wiping any identifiable trace.

Calculated. Precise. In and out.

Never linger.

But, the gift shop keeper captured your being. He picked you out in a crowd, a task impossible to nearly everyone. He saw you. Continuously saw you. No matter if you slipped away, he still managed to find you a minute later.

He was a curious one. A timid man with a kind heart. His intellect on Egyptian culture and mythology was impressive to say the least. He always smiled as he told stories to curious children from behind his counter. He managed to soothe any person who approached him, any worries or tension melted in his presence.

You were no different. Your guard lowered around him. You wanted to know everything about him and how he ticked.

After your third visit, you should have given up on the job. But, you told yourself that the security was top notch and you had to ensure everything would run smoothly. It wasn’t solely for the soft spoken gift shop keeper.

After the fourth, you told yourself that you were rethinking certain items. The ones you initially picked were far too big, or ambitious, so you needed to go smaller. Small, multiple times that could sell fast on the black market.

After the seventh visit, you had no more excuses. You knew you were infatuated with Steven.

Every visit, you talked with him for hours on end. He excitedly retold Egyptian stories, as you leaned on the counter enthralled with his tales. He talked about a specific French poet, and even repeated some of her work. You didn’t understand a lick of what he was saying, but your heart fluttered nonetheless. He talked about his one finned goldfish named Gus, he talked, and talked, and -

“Why does it seem like I am the one always talking?” Steven asked one day during a slow period.

Weeks of popping up nearly every other day, he never questioned it until now. You shrugged playing it off, “Maybe because I like the sound of your voice.”

He blushed a bit. “Well, it seems I don’t know much about you. I still don’t even know your name, which is a bit odd, innit?”

“What?” You smirked, a devious one to hide the truth of it all. “Want to moan the right name at night?”

His eyes turned into saucers, the tip of his ears became a rich scarlet red as he began stuttering. “I - I, no, no. I just, I, oh my -“

You chuckled, “I’m sorry, I’m just teasing you. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He avoided eye contact and busied himself by tidying up the bin filled with sarcophagus keychains near the register. “It’s alright,” he muttered.

You shouldn’t have liked how bashful he got, or how utterly adorable he was. But, you did. Wholeheartedly. How did this random man manage to capture your undivided attention for days - weeks?

You really shouldn’t even be here.

The only thing reminding you of the job you set out was the fact Steven didn’t have your name. It was the one thing not tethering you to him. Because you knew the second you told him, you would want to stay. But, you were never one to settle down. Let alone, be able to have a normal life. You were a ghost, figuratively and literally. Your identity was wiped from databases all over the world.

Steven deserved more than a ghost to haunt his life.

“Maybe I want to keep up my mysterious aura,” you smiled, despite the depressing thought.

Steven puckered his lips unsure what to think or say.

“Or you know, you could always guess my name,” you suggested. “It could be a fun little game.”

A ghost who’s name was forgotten to all. And should stay that way.

He sighed, beginning to be fed up with it all. “I don’t want to guess it, I want to know it.” He looked over at you with sad, droopy eyes. Eyes that pierced through your heart. “I just don’t understand why you don’t tell me.”

You licked your lips and tried to play it off. “Maybe I’m not even real, just a figment of your imagination. Oooooo,” you wiggled your fingers.

“Oh, don’t say that,” he mumbled. “Please, don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” you quickly stumbled out. You should have known better. Poor Steven had confided in you about his sleepwalking and lapses in memory. You wanted to smack your forehead against the counter.

How could I be so stupid?

He sighed and rearranged other items in bins. “Is there something you can't tell me, love? I hope I’m not the reason or -“

Love.

Your ears perked up at the word, the small slip of his unconscious mind. Your heart instantly latched onto it. The word tossed around your head replaying it over and over. It was one of the sweetest melodies you ever heard.

How could this man render you in such a state?

“- sorry, I’m rambling a bit, aren’t I?” You snapped back to reality. Steven locked eyes with you, he saw the wide eyed expression steeled itself into a neutral look. “Oh, what is it?”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry, I, uh … it’s nothing.”

“You sure?”

“… yeah.” You shifted your weight side to side.

“You don’t sound sure.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I am. I, uh, just remembered I have somewhere to be.”

This is too much, I can’t stay here any longer.

You spun on your heel and practically sprinted off.

“Hey! Wait, I …,” Steven sighed as you ran off.

Disheartened, he idly moved around other items. His mind raced with possible reasons about you and your odd behavior, none of which were particularly good. Lots of horrible thoughts which he had to push back. “It’s nothing, it’s … ugh,” he ran his fingers through his hair.

It couldn’t be him, right? Why did you evade everything about you, starting with a basic name ending with your past? You told him stories, but something always rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe because the stories were overarching with no real details, maybe because some were light quick stories from your childhood from years ago and nothing so recent. What was it?

“Oi, Stevie, where’d your little friend go?”

Steven didn’t have the energy to correct Donna. “Off, don’t know where.”

Donna nodded, smacking the gum between her teeth. “Good, can’t have you slacking off more than you already do.”

Steven said nothing. He turned around, straightening the plush replicas of gods and goddesses to the beetles and miniature pyramids.

“They sure do come around a lot,” Donna continued.

In all honesty, she wanted to gossip. And Steven, who was an enigma already, now had a shadow that popped up every now and then. Every employee in the museum was curious.

“Yeah,” Steven mumbled, not truly paying attention to his boss.

“So, they got a name?”

He flinched. Swallowing, he softly replied, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Donna blinked. “How the bloody hell do you not know their name? The two of you have been chattin’ almost every other day for weeks.”

“I know, I know,” he gritted his teeth.

“Maybe you just forgot it.”

“No,” he vehemently shook his head, “I wouldn’t have.”

“Like bloody hell you wouldn’t, you forget your own head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

His lips thinned.

“Maybe they’re a ghost.” She snorted, “A haunted museum? Should probably charge more.”

“Oh, don’t say that,” he frowned.

Donna cocked a brow at the sullen man. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Of course, they’re real. I’ve seen them, we all have.” She paused then tilted her head in a sudden realization. “Although I don’t think I ever saw their face. Always their back, huh, how odd. Never thought about it till now.”

Steven sighed, placing his head in his hands as he hunched over the counter. “This is bloody ridiculous, all of it.”

“Sure is.” The familiar chirp of a crowd resonated in the bare establishment. “Alright, figure out your love life on your own time.”

A day passed.

Then another.

And another.

A sinking feeling filled the pit of Steven’s stomach. Would you return? Did you leave for good? Did he scare you off? Where did you go? Would you really leave without a proper goodbye?

He huffed. He wanted to tear his hair out, but a kid - a girl no older than eight years old - popped in front of his counter excitedly pointing at the stuffed scarab beetle. Steven smiled down at the girl. He grabbed the beetle for her, and before he could tell her the price, she slammed down a wad of cash. He chuckled and picked them up counting it all out. Putting it into the register, he returned some change and a receipt. The girl hardly cared. She smothered the beetle to her chest and hastily grabbed the change before darting over to her parents.

“So, how much for the hippo?”

Steven spun around looking at the collection of plush hippos in ceremonial garb, aka the goddess Taweret. “Oh, that’ll be -“ twisting back around the air was knocked out of his lungs “- you.”

You gestured to yourself, “Me.”

“You’re here,” he said in utter shock.

“Yeah, I am, but I can go if -“

“No! No, uh,” he cleared his throat, “uh, hi.”

You smiled softly, “Hey there, Steven.”

“Hi,” he repeated.

You chuckled under your breath.

He licked his lips. He didn’t think he would ever see you again, let alone hear your laugh. “So, uh, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, this and that.” You joked.

He nodded. How else was he supposed to respond?

Seeing the blank look in his eyes, you sighed. There was a tonal change as you leaned your forearms against the counter. “I was making preparations.”

“Preparations?”

“Yeah,” you fiddled with your hands, “I travel … a lot. And I have a trip coming up soon so I had to do a few things.”

“Travel? Well, isn’t that lovely,” he smiled brightly. He completely overlooked your entire sentence, only focusing on your first four words. “Sure wish I could. Being stuck behind a counter all day isn’t so exciting.”

You returned the smile. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

“So, where have you been?”

I’m leaving.

“All over the world.”

His eyes widened. “Really? Oh, that’s insane. Have you been to Egypt?”

You nodded happy to indulge him. “Couple of times.”

“Oh, wow,” he breathed out. “I wish one day I could go, I really want to see the pyramids.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” He gushed.

“Maybe I‘ll take you there one day.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

But, what if I want to?

“Maybe I don’t, but if I could make your wish come true seems like a good cause.”

He dropped his head, his cheeks tinted a rosy hue. “You really don’t have to do that, love.”

Your knees weakened at that simple word.

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?” His head snapped up.

Your eyes connected with those gorgeous brown ones. A shade of the ground under your feet guiding you home, a shade that breathed new life, a shade that enveloped you in a warmth not felt before.

Your throat dried up. Swallowing down your nerves, you said, “That’s my name.”

His eyes widened.

Before he could say anything, you spilled out, “I’m leaving.”

A whirlwind of emotions violently stirred inside Steven. First your name, your honey sweet name he was ready to say, a name that filled his heart to the brim with joy; then those two words, those two words that slowly drained out all the joy.

“What?”

“I’m leaving,” you repeated. “I wasn't even supposed to stay this long, but I just couldn’t help it.”

You were the reason.

“Wait, hold on, you … you’re leaving? Like for good?”

“I wouldn’t say for good.”

“But you are leaving?”

“Yeah, it’s for my job. Hence, why I travel so much.”

“Oh.” His shoulders dropped. He licked his lips trying to find any words, but all he found was a growing emptiness. You were leaving. Gone. Gone from his life. Pushing aside his own feelings, he smiled at you. “Well, I hope you have fun, love. Maybe you can send me a postcard so I can stick on Gus’s tank -“

“Steven.” Don’t end it like this.

But, he wasn’t ready to hear it. He didn’t want to say goodbye. “Gus would probably like it, he can finally see the world too. Can’t really get anywhere with just one fin, ya know?”

“Steven.”

“Yeah, I bet he’d like that a lot. I mean so would I but -“

You grabbed the lapels of his jacket pulling him in. His words stuttered then fell off, now completely silent. But, you couldn’t do it. You hesitated. I shouldn’t be doing this. Your nose skimmed against his. Your eyes quickly glanced downward. They’re right there. Just do it.

Steven’s mind spiraled out of control. Your breath fanned on his lips. He parted them, almost readying himself. His eyes darted down. If he could just -

What am I doing?

Inhaling deeply, you exhaled, slowly and shakily, as you began to back away, “Sorry, I don’t know -“

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart threatened to leap out of your chest. Your name on his lips was sweeter and more heavenly than imaginable. “Y-yeah?”

His eyes locked with yours. Oh my. He looked at you as his salvation. He could drop to his knees and become a devout worshipper. And yet, you knew the truth. You were the devil in disguise; a temptation beckoning him to fall to depravity.

He dove. Falling with an elegant grace.

His lips crashed against yours.

Gentle, heart pounding, all consuming.

You closed your eyes. You white knuckled his jacket yanking him closer. He hummed. It was a sound you wanted to hear again and again. His hands hesitantly cupped your cheeks. Still unable to believe this was happening, that this was real. His hands were surprisingly calloused, the exciting roughness sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head then -

“Eh hem.”

Someone cleared their throat.

In a flash, you pulled away from Steven. You whipped around, turning your back to the person.

Steven blinked in a drunken haze. Did that really happen? His lips tingled, the feeling of your soft lips still lingered. Wait. Snapping to the present, he slowly turned to the person. It was Donna. He smiled sheepishly at her.

She raised an eyebrow. Her eyes jumped between Steven, with his wrinkled shirt and the love struck look in his eyes, then over to you, with your back to her refusing to make eye contact. She glanced back over at Steven with a blank stare. “Do get back to work, Stevie. Snog on your own time and not at work with guests around.”

“R-right, sorry, I -“

Donna raised her hand. “I don’t want to hear it. Just don’t do it again.”

“Right, of course.”

The clack of her heels faded as she walked off.

You slowly looked back over at Steven. He instantly caught your eye. You rolled your lips trying to hide the growing smile. Steven was luckily the first to crack. He laughed. Loudly. Shaking his head, he brushed back his hair, “Oh, wow, that’s definitely a first.”

You snickered. “What an honor. And here I thought you kissed all your customers.”

Still laughing, he threw you a lopsided smile. “Only the special ones, love.”

Your cheeks warmed as you dropped your head. This dorky many made you, a hardened criminal, feel like a dopey love struck teenager. Shaking your head, you looked back up at him. “You sure are something, Steven.”

He tilted his head, his curled bounced against his forehead. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It’s a great thing.”

He beamed at you.

Your smile shifted to one of sorrow. “I have to go now.”

His smile faltered.

You quickly leaned over and pecked his cheek. “I’ll see you around, Steven.”

“Yeah,” he whispered in minor defeat. “Until next time, (Y/N).”

You turned and began walking away with the prospect of possibly returning hanging in the air. He watched as you strolled off, slightly heartbroken but hopeful. You paused. Looking over your shoulder, you locked eyes with Steven. He awkwardly waved at you, and before he could stop himself, he shouted, “Laters gators.”

You chuckled, beaming at him as you waved goodbye then walked outside.

Yeah, I’ll definitely be back.

A few days passed without any real excitement for Steven. He thought of you almost every hour, which wasn’t good for him. He ached to see you. But, who knows how long it’ll be until he may see you again? You never specified how long this trip may be.

Steven hopped off the bus. Another day, another shift. He took a few steps only to stop in place. Police surrounded the museum, blocking anyone from entering. A miniature blockade, or more accurately a couple of metal fences hugged the stairs as a few police officers stood on guard duty. A few people stopped staring in awe. What had happened? While, one officer continuously denied a news van any information on the situation.

Oh, what was he about to get himself into?

He shuffled up to the nearest officer. “Um, pardon me?”

The police officer, a fresh faced woman, turned around. “Sorry, the museum is closed for the day.”

“Oh, no, I, uh, I work here. I work in the gift shop. Steven Grant? If that rings any bells.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, um, excuse me for a minute?”

She spun around speaking into her radio. After a few hushed words passed, she spun back around. She moved aside one of the fences, giving Steven just enough room to pass through. “Please, head up the stairs. Your boss is talking with Detective Douglas, he has a few questions for you.”

“Right.”

Steven hastily walked up the steps. What exactly happened? It probably isn’t so bad, right? Stepping through the doors, those thoughts were crushed. Police were scattered all about, nearly every corner of the museum as they combed every inch looking for clues. JD and three other officers watched video footage intensely.

Steven’s heart spiked out of fear.

“Oi, Stevie! Over here!”

His head snapped over to Donna standing in the corner with a somewhat intimidating man. Quickly, he scrambled over to them. His hands tightened around the straps of his satchel.

Standing in front of the odd pair, he nodded a ‘hello’. His eyes still actively watched all the officers talking and walking around. So many.

“What happened?” He asked, looking at them.

“We were robbed, Stevie.”

“Steven, it’s Steven,” he muttered under his breath. However, her words replayed in his head. Robbed? “Wait, robbed? Like actually robbed?”

“Yes.” Donna rolled her eyes.

“But, it was just from the gift shop, right?”

Who would steal genuine artifacts? How could they? That’s impossible.

Donna and the detective shook their head.

“No, or at least far as we know. We can’t rule it out yet but we know for a fact multiple artifacts have been stolen. From a handful of miniature statues, many hand carved jewelry, to a few scrolls with hieroglyphics.”

“Oh my god.” Steven breathed out.

Douglas nodded. “Yes, which is why for the sake of ruling out every employees I need to ask you a few questions for the moment.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

“Good.” He cleared his throat. “Can you give me a run down of what you did yesterday?”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t much. I got up, came here for my shift, then went home.”

He nodded jotting it all down in a notepad.

“Did you see anyone suspicious yesterday at the museum or a few days prior?”

“No, sir.”

“Okay, and you said you went home last night, did you go anywhere else or do anything?”

“Uh, no, after work I watched a few shows, read for a bit, then went to bed.”

“Can anyone confirm this?”

“My goldfish, Gus?” He chuckled, only to see the deadpan expressions on the detective and his boss. He cleared his throat, “No, sir, but I do tend to sleepwalk so I have a few precautions so that doesn’t happen.”

“And?” Douglas cocked a brow at him.

“One of which is an ankle restraint,” he confessed meekly. “But I swear on my mum’s life I haven’t gone anywhere. Nothing was set off and I woke up in my bed as I should.”

The detective nodded, almost begrudgingly. Having no leads was slowly getting to him.

Donna spoke up, “Trust me I don’t think this bloke is capable of doing this.”

Steven didn’t know if he should be thankful or offended.

Douglas huffed, “Alright, if you can attest to his character it works for now.”

Now?

“Uh, I don’t know if it’ll help, but the inventory for the gift shop? Was that looked over yet?” Steven asked. He wanted to be helpful, he wanted to solve this odd mystery too.

“No, not yet.” Douglas answered.

Donna ushered Steven off, “Well, don’t dilly dally go and get it.”

Steven nodded and darted off.

Passing by officers, muttering ‘excuse me’s, he finally reached the storage room, behind the counter, where inventory and records were kept. In his haste, he forgot to ask Donna for the keys, but he still turned the knob to find it was unlocked. It was always locked. Brushing it off, he chalked it up to Donna and the police.

They probably did a quick look for clues.

Stepping inside, he flipped on the lights. Boxes and boxes filled with trinkets and toys were stacked precariously off to the left, a single table sat in the middle of the room, and filing cabinets off to the right. He walked over and pulled open a drawer.

But, something caught his eye. Not inside the drawer, but on top of the cabinet. At eye level, a plush replica of the goddess Taweret sat on top. His brows knitted together.

Why was that here?

Picking it up, a piece of folded paper flipped through the air and skidded across the ground. He blinked. He set the plushie on the table and carefully picked up the piece of paper. He brought it up to the light, twisting it and trying to spot anything odd. But, he didn’t. All he saw was scribbles, writing on the inside. Looking over his shoulder, no one came in. The hustling of police officers and their stampede of footwork resonated throughout the museum.

His heart feverishly pounded in his chest. He unfolded it once, then twice. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he turned the paper over.

Steven,

I still owe you a trip to Egypt.

Laters gators

There was no signature. But, he knew exactly who it was from: you. He let out a shaky breath. What - how … what does -

It clicked.

“Oh my god,” he whispered.

You did this, you robbed the museum.

He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He read and reread the small simple note a dozen times. Nothing obvious pointed to you, which he supposed was the point. If anyone else found it, they would think it was a simple note, a promise. But, to him? To Steven, it was a confession.

It all made sense.

Of course, you didn’t talk about yourself. Of course, you never gave him details. Of course, of course, of course.

Part of him knew he should be mad and upset. He should feel betrayed, hurt, or something but he wasn’t. He wasn’t being used. You never asked about the museum itself, you always asked questions about him, about his life. Yes, there was also the morale of it all: stealing and such. A twinge of disappointment did sing in his heart.

Then the bigger issue rose. Was he now an accomplice?

Even if he showed the police, even if he gave a detailed description of your face, and told them your name, he knew deep in his bones they would never find you. You were a ghost anyway.

Staring down at the note, he smiled.

“Laters gators,” he replied to an empty room.

Tucking the note away, he grabbed the inventory list and walked off.

He would see you again. Maybe not next week, maybe not in a month, but he knew you would come back into his life with that charming smile.

[sirensmojo]

“KINDRED”, 2 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Tommy meets a librarian that he discovered to be the chief of an underground organisation. Needing man enough allies to dirty their hands in the battle against Oswald Mosley, he shakes hands with the devil. Feelings intertwine with business, a mix that leads to unalterable ends...

Warnings: Swearing, romance, fluff.

Word Count: 6K+

❰ ​Previous Chapter

(...) 

Several days later.

You were walking London’s street with the confidence of someone that ruled the place. Your back, straight, your head high as the air moved your hair gently, as if you were starring in an old Hollywood movie. 

Your suit fitted you perfectly, a little loose so you were comfortable. You were wearing the jacket closed, one hand in your pant’s pocket as the clicking sound of your high heels resonated against the cobblestones of the empty streets.

It was early in the morning, so early the thick mist nearly extinguished the cigarette hanging on your red painted lips, but your gaze was already as determined as one can be. 

‘This day will be great’ was the mantra you were singing in your head. You were supposed to open the library in less than an hour now, and you had to meet with your new employees to discuss the rules before opening.

You thanked God some of them were already a part of your organisation, which made it easier as they knew the way things needed to be done under your management. 

Entering the building, the women were already waiting, in uniform and standing in a perfect line side by side. 

You offered them a warm smile coming closer to them as you took your woollen coat off.

“Misses and Madams, let me welcome you to the Bridgehead Library. Now, you may or may not know me, I’m Y/N, you, strong fighter for women’s rights & aspirant to a world where we would walk the streets unafraid of any danger. Because we know how it is, for those of you that are single moms, for those of you that were disowned by your own family, those of you who don’t want to get married.” 

You paced back and forth in front of the aligned women, looking at each one of them straight in the eyes, as talking with a firm and confident tone.

“You’re not taken seriously, you’re misused and abused. You fear the barmaid will not serve you a drink cause no man stands on your side, you fear the man that is staring at your body will be lurking in the shadows, following you, and rip off your clothes when you’ll be in an empty street.”

You stop in front of a face you saw in the files of Thomas Shelby while doing some research on him. You identify the individual as Ada Thorne, born Shelby, Tom’s sister. 

“Well, you should know, for as long as you're willing to work here, none of the things mentioned before should ever happen to you. And your family will be fed and more... I guarantee you fifteen pounds a week. If anything… A-ny-thing may happen to you due to your gender, consider turning to Bridget, we will find a solution.”

You motioned to a blonde-haired woman sitting legs crossed at the principal desk to their right. Her hair was middle length and perfectly waved to one side as the other was tucked behind her ear. 

The named Bridget glanced up to you before colliding her lit matchstick with her cigarette. 

“You’re under my protection, use my name for doing whatever pleases you, whenever you want. This is your ticket to a brand new life, for all of you. And all of us, together, we can achieve great things. If the counsellor job isn’t enough for you, I invite you to turn to Ana.” 

You pointed a brunette on your side, her facial expression was passive & aggressive, but for some reason, it was comforting. As if you knew you were in security in her presence. 

“Now, as for the library…” You gave your instructions. 

As soon as you finished your speech, it was 7, the hour of the opening. 

The day was slow at the beginning, but soon enough the library was packed. Not only by people here to find a book, but packed with numerous women, all in a single file that led to a small room at the back of the first floor that had been designated as Ana’s office.

It was almost impossible for Ada not to wonder what was going on. 

Were all these women wanting to find another job than counsellor?

All employees tried their best to keep quiet the visitors, following your orders, but as Ada was passing by the single file to pick up and put back books, she could hear murmurs. 

The individuals were talking about politics, but something so far from what she had ever heard.

Some were talking about the tragic death of a certain Emily Davison before the war at the Derby Epsom and how they rallied the WSPU(Women’s Social and Political Union). 

Others were talking about a recent speech by Emmeline Pankhurst to which they couldn’t assist due to coppers. The Shelby sister surmised that woman must be the leader of the political party given the amount of respect they paid her. 

No need to say Ada was drowning in a tide of data and names she vaguely heard of before.

She didn’t pay that much attention to the women’s cause. Even after the death of her Freddie, after which reality smacked her back into the world she was living in. 

It was either her family or her convictions, as being a Shelby meant drifting from the oppressed to the oppressor. But she was so focused on not being a Shelby that she closed herself to other opportunities. 

She wanted to be a part of something bigger and better to help those in need. But she ultimately admitted to herself she needed her family in order to survive, which led her to jump off the communist boat.

But a part of her was always keeping her beliefs close to her heart. 

(...)

*The library, fourth floor*

You turned the keys in the lock, opening your door’s office. You switched on the light and when turning back, stumbled on a man sitting crossed legs, at the edge of the sofa.

When he was sure he made his presence known, he lied backwards, extending one of his arms on the armrest, his head held high.

He was dressed in an elegant dark blue suit, white shirt, the chains of his watch knotted around one of his buttons with a fine red & blue tie around his neck.

Right above his upper lips was a full mustache, and as your gaze reached his dark eyes, you glimpsed the stranger’s neat hair flattened backward.

“What a surprise.” You let out, walking to the desk as if it was normal for him to be here. You then hung your coat on the coat rack, turning your back at Mosley.

“A good one, I hope.” The man put on his fake smile, lying eyes everywhere he could on the woman’s silhouette in front of him.

“Always, Mr Mosley. How could you be any other thing than a pleasure to see,” you came back to where he was and sat in one of the armchairs ahead “and meet.” You added, offering him a smile.

“It’s a shame we never had time to properly exchange--”

“That’s why you crept into my office.” You cut him and nodded to herself, your knuckles hitting on her thigh.

A chuckle escaped the man’s lips before he stared even more at the light-haired woman.

“It is to be said, your name doesn’t get quite unnoticed in society or amongst politicians.” 

“So you’ve heard of me, even more charming.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm.

 If he thought he could cajole you that easily, he was wrong.

“Not only have I heard of your deeds, Miss you, but I’ve been reported daily about the people you keep company with.” He stated as if it was normal for him to send people spying on whoever.

You remained silent, waiting for the man to say more. 

He was gauging your reaction towards his words, lurking at any sudden change in your expression, but you kept on an unreadable face. Mosley tilted his head to the side, curiosity animating his iris.

“Leading me to question the nature of your relationship with Mr Thomas Shelby.” He continued, squinting his eyes.

“Perhaps socialists are your thing?” He spitted that last part with all the distaste he felt toward both the worker class and Tommy.

By the way your piercing eyes didn’t flinch a bit at his sneaky comment, Mosley surmised you weren't impressed, which eventuated in him smiling while keeping up the stare.

“Did you come all the way down to my library to give me a lecture on your inauthentic Dasein, Mr Mosley? There are doctors for that.”

A rictus at the corner of your lips distracted the eyes of the man in front you, who unwittingly broke the stare.

You won.

You took great delight in the void of Mosley’s expression that surely didn’t understand what you just said. 

“Oh, beg pardon. Perhaps I’m using concepts you don’t understand.” You didn’t even cover the fact you were making fun of his ignorance, your eyes still as sharp as razors.

“Don’t you know Heidegger, Mr Mosley? He discusses a neat difference between what he calls Sein, that covers what Is, what constitutes human existence with the Dasein that covers the phenomenological analysis of human existence. In other words, he says there is a gap between how things are and how we perceive them.” 

You got up and walked to your desk, making sure to pass by him pretty close so your perfume would meet the man’s nostrils. 

You then opened the ceramic piece in which you kept your cigarettes, and as you grabbed one, you concluded.

“When it may seem to you something is occuring, that doesn’t mean it’s actually happening. It just means your senses want to believe it is happening for numerous reasons, but the main one is almost always the fear of something. You don’t believe it wittingly of course, it’s your inconscient working. But still, you just confided in me an unconscious worry named Thomas Shelby.” You ignited your cig.

By using a psycho-philosophical reference, you were showing him your hand, how studious you were, which meant he couldn’t look down on you or intimidate you easily. 

His attempt to pressure you wasn’t working. And you were setting the standards high.

Mosley didn’t miss any of your movement since you got up. Eyeing you top to bottom. It was crystal clear your monologue satisfied him the most. He, that considered you as illegitimate of the high-society status you had been given. 

Perhaps he was wrong?

“May I add, no offense here, that whatever concerns him, or me doesn’t concern you a bit? I’m afraid you came here in vain.” You smacked her lips at the end of her sentence, faking to be annoyed by the fact he lost his time coming here.

“I found you, Miss Y/L/N, I found you.” He repeated, fluttering his eyes as tilting his head to the side.

His way of intensely eyeing the individual he was speaking to would be quite uncomfortable for you if you hadn’t been a woman in a man’s world for so long.

No wonder why this man was so feared and yet adorned. His whole character emitted mysteriousness while arousing wonder and curiosity. It was hard, nearly impossible to read his face or even get in his mind, but you didn’t need that to face him head-on. 

“And to answer your question, no. Socialists aren’t my thing, Kings are.” His brows raised at the end of your sentence.

You stared at each other some more, Mosley trying to discover the implied meaning of your sentence as you were internally laughing seeing him struggle.

“Anyway, I hope you’re finding our city to your liking. You’re from Birmingham after all.” He paused and got up, walking closer to the door with a hand in his pants pocket.”Talking of which, may I ask why not opening in a library there?” It was obvious the displeasure he felt towards your decision.

“I’ll call it ‘modern conquering’.” You responded with enthusiasm.

(...)

Ada poured wine into two cups when hearing the keys turning in the lock of her house. She first thought it was Ben, her lover coming back from his office, or wherever he was working as they weren’t truly speaking of work when together.

Her eyes widened at the sight of her brother when she turned back to the entrance of the living room. “Tommy?” Her high pitched tone expressing her surprise. 

“Let’s sit down, Ada.” The man always looked worried and thoughtful, but this time it was different, his eyes were actually reflecting emotions, which usually never are. 

“What’s happened”

Tommy came nearer the table and pulled a chair for his sister, without looking at her. “Sit down, eh?” He repeated before sitting down himself.

Ada didn’t stop looking at her brother, she knew him too well. Something wasn’t right. She pulled a chair for herself. 

Tommy tried his best to look at the face of his sister while talking but he just couldn’t, his eyes kept drifting away. “Ben younger is dead. Someone put a bomb in his car.”

As the brunette wasn’t talking, her mouth slightly opened in shook, he kept on talking, “I don’t know how you felt about him or how bad this is going to hurt, but whatever happens just remember you have a baby inside of you.” He pointed to her tummy.

His sister let her back hit the chair noisily, searching the void for answers. “God.” She hardly sighed. “Anyone you touch. Which means anyone I touch. Which means anyone any of us touch. He never knew I was pregnant… I hadn’t told him.”

Tommy that was looking at her to support her pain, once again looked down hearing the hard truth. 

“God, I didn’t love him.” She sighed heavily. “But I liked him. He was decent and good. And I wasn’t gonna marry him. The baby was a mistake but that’s okay… because I didn’t ask anything of him. God he didn’t deserve us.” A tear rolled down her cheek before she exhaled loudly again.

“Well I’ve spoken to his family. They’re going to take care of the funeral” Tommy said as Ada sniffled. “It will go down as an IRA assassination of a British military officer.” He felt the need to divulge her all he knew.

“But what was it really?” She calmly asked, looking intently at him her head tilted to the side.

Tommy smacked his lips and breathed deeply. “It was… a consequence of good intentions. My good intentions.” 

She scoffed.

“I pushed him to report on the fascists. I thought it was the right thing to do. And as a result, Section D or the Branch or intelligence had him killed.”

She scoffed again, looking away this time.

He abruptly took back in hands his beret he previously dropped on the table and started fidgeting with it, looking down. “There was a kid, died in the explosion. He was ten years old. It’s funny isn’t it, how it works?” He cleared his throat and got up, starting to move forward the door.

“No, Tommy.” 

He stopped, his back still turned to the woman.

“Don’t give yourself this excuse. “ Ada’s eyes were filled with tears, some of which hurtling down her face to her chin.

“He was ten years old. if I would stuck to what I do, he’d still be kicking a ball in the street. It’s funny isn’t it?” The meaning of his words was amplified by the thunder rumbling outside. 

(...) 

Days later.

It was the end of the day, employees had started to leave when Ada came to the entrance.

“Can I get the changing room keys?” She asked Bridget, who was sitting behind the desk, lost in a book.

“Ada Shelby? Miss you would like to borrow you a moment.” She pointed to the stairs behind her. “She’s waiting for you.” The desk lady invited the woman standing in front of her to get on her way.

Ada rolled her eyes at the mention of the Shelby name. “It’s Ada Thorne.”

The light-haired woman smiled at Ada’s comment.

She got up to the second floor and then to the third one before she wondered what her boss had to say that somebody else couldn’t tell her.

Ada rapidly caught sight of the wooden door at the end of the long corridor. She stops walking when hearing voices, a male and a female one. She stops, not wanting to get into their intimacy, but the door wasn’t completely closed, which allowed the voices to slip out pretty clear.

Not too long after she heard steps approaching and moved backward, so it didn’t look like she was eavesdropping. The door ultimately opened, and the fascist man she saw only once before with Tommy passed by her, without even glancing her way.

She knocked on the door and cleared her mind.

“Come in.” 

She cleared her throat. “Miss Y/L/N, am Ada Thorne, you asked to see me?” She peek into the room. 

“Yep, come in. Take a seat.” You motioned your hand that was holding a cigarette to the chair in front of her. 

Her back flat against the backrest, your E/C’s eyes entered those of the Ada’s.

You were searching for the same light that was twinkling in Thomas’ eyes, in vain.

“Do you know who I am, Ada? I can call you that, right?” 

“I heard about your achievements in Paris. What you did for women.” The brunette answered, uncertain of where this discussion was going.

“Do you know what I do?”

At the question, the woman ahead of you didn’t know what to answer.

Was there even a correct answer for that?

Of course, she knew part of her activities was illegal, she wasn’t blind. And, come on! She was a Shelby too, she could feel those things thanks to her brother’s choice of life. 

But what her boss wanted her to say, exactly? And for what reason? 

“You’re talking about the illegal part?”

“The criminal one” You snapped back.

Ada’s eyes widened.

“I surmised you didn’t. Why did you think there were that many women in here today? I offer them jobs in my London’s counterfeit money’s enterprise.” You leaned forward to Thorne, squeezing the cig into the ashtray. 

You crossed the fingers of both your hands together. “You don’t really want to work here.” You forced out the words as if to convince Ada.

“Understand this library covers an underground organisation that is beyond you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re not particularly involved in the “business” of your own family. Tommy gave you a title in it but still, you’re here, working in a library to prove yourself something.

Why would I want someone like you in here? Someone that is unsure of what they are, what they want.” 

The venom entered Ada’s ear going directly to her chest, depriving her of oxygen for a short instant. But her eyebrows surely knitted in anger. 

“Stop acting like you know everything when it is clear you understand nothing.” She gained composure again.

“I heard, you didn’t even want to be a Shelby in the first place, running away from your home and your family.” You nodded, your eyes still deep into Ada’s.

“You ‘hear’ things and you take it as the absolute truth? And you’re the leader here.” Thorne chuckled to herself, her eyebrows raised high.

You sneered at the comment.

“What is the problem with my family anyway? If you want to fire me because I’m a Shelby then just do it. I’ll not come burning your library if that’s the matter.” 

The librarian cackled, putting your head into your joined open hands, elbows on the table. “God! No! That’s not that. It is more about the fact that the first time you’re getting involved in that kind of organisation it’s not your brother’s. Not your family’s.” 

Ada looked away, realizing what the light-haired woman meant. She, who never was included in the family business, rather by choice than by abandonment of her family, was employed in a pseudo library that was covering for dirty activities.

“It’s ironic indeed. But what makes you think I wouldn’t want to work here knowing the truth?”

You shrugged. “You never worked with your brothers. Even your aunt, Polly is actively working there.”

“It was my choice.”

“So you’ve changed your mind.”

Ada dismissed the talk, another question seeming to be more urgent:

“But why didn’t you just let me be unaware of all this and be like the others.” She retorted.

“Because you’re not ‘like the others’. You’re a Shelby and a Thorne. Your brother is sitting at the House Of Commons amongst politicians while getting his hands dirty here and there, and your deceased husband was a very known communist leader. You’re everything but random, understand that.” 

“So you’re telling this to me out of goodness?” She laughed at you without even hiding her reluctance toward this eventuality. 

“Respect.” You rectified with a solemn tone. 

The brunette stops laughing, her expression becoming serious again. She didn’t quite get your the true motives, but she had other questions.

“What are your relations with my brothers, are you enemies?”

“No.”

“Allies, then?”

“No.”

Even if you told Ada about the true roots of this library, she wouldn’t talk about the arrangement between her and Thomas. It wasn’t your place to do so, and you didn’t think Ada needed to know, at least for now.

“It’s not like you’re going to get your hands dirty anyway, but if anything should happen to me, they will associate you with me, so they’ll come for you.”

“Who’s they?”

“Coopers, I don’t have them in my pocket.”

Thorne seemed to be in her head, probably rethinking her intention to keep working here as a counsellor.

“You were already working here with the old owner so I’ll let you choose rather you want to stay or leave. But don’t stay because you want to prove something to yourself, or your family. I don’t need a crybaby. If the communist cause you defend isn’t matching with the cause I fight for, leave.” 

Your words cut in pieces the thick atmosphere that had settled between the two women.

(...)

Thomas convened a family meeting.

Everyone was already waiting for him at the pub. Charlie Senior and Curly were sitting at a table drinking from the bottle, while Johnny Dog and Jeremiah were sipping on whiskey at the counter, next to Aberama Gold, too occupied looking at his future wife Polly. 

She were sitting at a table with her son and his wife, Gina.

As Arthur and Finn passed the door, the oldest Shelby got behind Michael and didn’t miss the occasion to stumble wittingly on his cousin’s chair, pulling away the younger’s back from it. 

Next, he hassled to sit near the counter, pouring himself some liquor that he drank in one go. Finn reluctantly came and sat at the table between Gina and Polly.

Tommy finally arrived, walking around the table to place himself in front of everyone. 

“First of all, an apology from Lizzie. She can’t be here. Charles has a violin concert. Also, welcome to Mr Aberama Gold. He and Polly are to be married in three weeks with my blessing. From now on, Aberama will be welcomed at our meetings. First item: business. A bereavement. Colonel Ben Younger, who may perhaps have become a member of this family, was taken from us, four days ago, by dark forces. We’ve made some investigations, we think we know who planted the bomb. In the meantime, our thoughts are with Ada and the baby inside of her, who may one day, sit at these meetings but… Hopefully under happier circumstances.”

“Let’s drink to happier circumstances.” Pol’ offered while pouring some whiskey in her and Tommy’s cup.

“Yeah.” Arthur agreed, raising his glass. “To Ada.” He added, soon joined by all the people in the room.

Tommy coughed at the burn of the whiskey and continued his speech, “Item number two: an announcement regarding Michael.” He coughed again as if to release some tension in him, his hand rose toward the younger Gray. 

“Before you go on, Tommy, there’s something I’d like to say, to the whole family directly, regarding finances and the future of this company.” Michael stated, getting comfortable in his chair, and from the corner of his eye, he could see his mother glaring at his wife.

Gina ignored her, looking down and smoking a cigarette.

“According to your own estimations, this new venture of the delivery and shipment of opium will bring into the company around £2 million per year. Therefore, due to the amounts involved, I think this company should be restructured.” He continued, looking fearlessly at a pissed Tommy.

“Michael. I think this can wait ‘till outside the family meeting.” His mother tried to postpone the confrontation.

“Restructured in what way?” Tommy asked, not because he was genuinely interested, but because he needed to know if Michael’s betrayal had limits. Which it didn’t have.

“Because of the amount of money involved, shipment and dispatch will become the primary source of income in the company. It’s simple mathematics.” Gina proudly announced, deciding to match her husband’s audacity as she looked Thomas the wrong way. 

Her husband got up, going behind her as he placed his hands on both her shoulders rubbing them gently. “With the help of my wife, I will organise an expansion into America, where the narcotics business is just beginning to grow. I have very good contacts in Detroit, New-York, Boston, who I’ve already spoken to about this. And Gina has family who are very experienced in this kind of business.”

It seems like the woman surely gained composure thanks to the assurance in her husband’s voice because she finally decides to look back at Polly, who was staring at her the whole time with an unpredictable longing to plant her butterfly knife in her. 

Gina, quickly glanced away as if to snub her husband’s mother.

“According to the conversations I’ve had with them, with a regular supply of pure opium from China, within a short space of time, the American narcotics business will bring in $20 million per annum. Enough money for you to enjoy an easing burden you all now feel. See, I know that the scars and the wounds, they’re on the inside, not on the outside. And as a member of the new generation, I am able to take that burden off your weary shoulders. A new decade is coming. There’ll be new opportunities and new territories, more money than we’ve ever had before.” 

He stops looking around to everyone to pause on his cousin only.

“Tommy, you can still do the good work that deep down you want to do. Mum, you can get married and live in that big house.” 

Polly happily glanced at Aberama, letting herself dream of a good life for a second. 

“Arthur, you can be the man that Linda wants you to be.” 

“Fuck Linda.” Arthur interrupted.

Michael turned to Finn, walking toward him to rest behind the seated man, grabbing his shoulder and shaking it proudly.

“Finn, you’ve proved yourself. You’re part of the new generation. You could come to New-York with me.” Michael finished his speech. His wife handed him a file that he gladly took in hands. He walked to Thomas and dropped the file on the table that rested between them two. 

Tommy’s eyes went to the file before lifting to Michael’s determined face.

“Here is my proposal. A full restructuring of the company. I will be managing director… and you can be non-executive chairman. But under an assumed name to protect your reputation. I found the name of a dead man. You will be registered as Mr Jones.”

He turned toward the other people in the room. “You will each receive a percentage of the profits as an annuity. And you will no longer have to engage in any of the associated activities.” 

Michael then grabbed the file to hand it to Tommy.

“Take a look at the future, Tommy. At least read it with an open mind.” 

The head of the Peaky Blinders paused, looking at Michael intensely before taking the file. “It’s cold in here, Michael.” He finished, turning to the fireplace and throwing the catalogue there. 

Johnny Dog let out an excited laugh, surely due to the heavy atmosphere the two cousins had settled. 

“Tommy the Americans want to deal with me.” Michael’s jaw tensed as his voice raised with impatience. 

“Item number three--” Continued Thomas as if nothing happened. But he was cut off by Gina’s venom:

“Tell him the truth.” She seemed unsatisfied with the way his husband chose to handle the situation. Tommy’s eyes hassled toward the young woman, speechless. “Go on. He can take it.” She continued.

His eyes went back to Michael that looked away, immediately, as if he didn’t want to come to this end.

“Tell me the truth, Michael.” Tommy encouraged, exasperated by this whole scene.

“The Americans don’t want to deal with an old-fashioned backstreet razor gang. Those days are done.” Michael gained composure again, looking blankly at Tommy.

The latter couldn’t even correctly react that some men entered the pub, needing some help to handle Bartley, who was convinced he was still at war. Everybody got out of the room in a hurry except for Michael, Gina, Tommy & Pol’.

Passing by Michael to get out, Arthur leaned to his ear slowly, “Fuck the Americans.”

Tommy turned around, hand on the wooden piece as he was leaning above the fireplace, looking intensely into the orangish flames.

“I’m doing this for you Tommy. It’s time… And you know it.”

The concerned one, closed his eyes taking a deep breath in and tried to calm his nerves and think. But nothing came to him, he couldn’t even properly swallow how much Michael’s betrayal had extended, the worst was that he was sure, it wasn’t the end of it. His cousin probably wanting to take everything from him slowly he surely voluntarily omitted things. 

“Tommy, Mum’s leaving. John’s dead. Arthur needs help. Ada’s man was killed in your own backyard because you fucked up.” Now that there weren’t people to impress, Michael let the anger he felt toward his cousin’s actions.

The elder blue-eyed man couldn’t stay calm a second more, he abruptly turned around, grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was on the table and violently threw it in the fire, creating the flames to only grow bigger. Gina was scared, she held her chair with tightened hands and Polly and she jumped with surprise on their chair.

He turned again to Michael as the latter held him a butterfly knife already open.

“Go on, Tom. Go on cut me. Like the good old days. Or… See this for what it is. A natural succession that someday must happen” His arm going down again.  

At this point, the Shelby brother had calmed down, finding funny the proposition he was offered. His lips smacked and breathed deeply, looking at anything but his opposant. He shook his head in disbelief, “I gave you an opportunity, Michael. You betrayed me. Don’t be here when I get back.” He looked at his younger cousin, deceived by him and angry at himself.

After losing $2 millions in the Wall Street crash., Tommy gave him an opportunity to come back to England and pay him what he owed him, but even there, in the boat, Michael met with people that are Shelby’s family enemy. When that happened, Tommy gave him the benefit of the doubt. And now this? Michael went too far, and this time Tommy will not close his eyes on it. The only reason his cousin was still breathing was that he's Polly’s son.

He walked around the table and addressed Gina, smacking his fingers as he pointed her, leaning forward. “You. You can tell your family--”

“Let me guess.” She interrupted him, the same satisfying face she had at the beginning of the meeting. “Don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders.” That wasn’t a question.

Michael grinned, as Tommy quickly got out of the pub. 

“Right?” Gina mockingly asked.

(...)

Tommy was spending most days at the House Of Commons lately doing speeches in favor of fascism to the greatest pleasure of Mosley. 

That day, he was there from early in the morning to the evening. It was already around 10, but his assistant opened the door to his office, saying someone was there but without having an appointment. 

“Who it is?” He asked, raising a brow, one of his hands went in his pocket to check on his watch.

“The librarian.”

It’s been nearly two weeks since your last meeting and at the simple mention of you, he would find his blood boiling in anticipation of the wave of feelings you brought him.

His pulsions talking for him, the Shelby brother ordered to let you in without questioning why you were here that late.

“Mr Shelby, you asked me to get information about a certain Michael Gray?” You came in like a tornado, your voice filled with sarcasm mixed with enthusiasm as you were the one pushing him to act on his cousin’s betrayal weeks ago.

How ironic was it that he had to learn the hard way you had been right since the very beginning,  you surmised something must’ve happened between the younger gray and him given the determined words he’d written on the note he left at the library sat in one of the two chairs facing his desk. “No time for formalities.” You agitated the folder in her hand.

He almost gasped at your movements, he had forgotten how sensual you were.

Whenever they would meet, you would succeed to arouse something in him, maybe even igniting a fire that couldn’t be found when you weren’t around. 

“You might want to read that!” You nodded to yourself, your brows raised high as if you detained the most important information of the decade.

“You do me the lecture.” His playful tone made you look up to him. Your head tilted at the sight of the glasses hanging on Tommy’s nose as you released a little “huh” from your lips.

He squinted his eyes, not knowing why the actual fuck did you do that. Did you just judge him or was he dreaming? 

He took off the glasses and placed them on the table, not wanting to deal with that face you just made again, all while remaining silent and invited you to begin.

You clicked your tongue in disapproval. “Do you think it’s going to be free, Mr Shelby?” You looked intensely at him, your own eyes devoid of emotions.

He hated the fact you were able to just erase your emotion from your face and your eyes as he desperately wanted to see things in them. But him being him, he too put on an expressionless face.

“What do you want?”

“Everything, but you can’t give that to me. So I’ll just answer ‘whatever’.” 

He frowned, not understanding her point.

“When I’ll need something, you’ll be answering present without the option to say no.”

He remained silent, quite taken aback by how forward you  was. His jaw clenched, tension building up in the room. If stares could send lightnings, they’d both be nothing but a pile of ashes by now.

Reading his silence, you deduced it means he was alright with the deal and proceeded to answer his previous wish, do him a lecture.

“It is written here that Gina Gray’s family isn’t rich, but they weren’t starving either…” You begins. You then allowed a sweet “bla-bla-bla” to come out your lips as passing over the words searching for a specific part.

Tom didn’t miss your deeds a bit. From the enthusiastic tone in your voice to your serious face. He looked at the way your were sitting, legs crossed with the file on your thighs as you was slightly leaning forward. 

No wonder your were excited to show him your findings while handling business like a boss. He caught himself thinking your were cute. 

It was the first time he’d seen your that commited. He’d seen you focused, but you were always passive whereas now, your seemed completely into what your were talking about.

“The part that interests us is this one ‘Has an uncle that meets up at the docks several times a week with a group of people being a part of the drugs industry. It seems they cover their activities by the image of a protestant group and illegally sends rifles under God’s cause to our beloved Scottish friends, in other words, the Billy boys. And this, on a daily basis.” 

You patted the paper.

“It is written here, they counted around 6 boats per month, Tom.” You raised your kindling gaze to the icy blue-eyed man. 

He paused, his lips slightly opening before sliding a hand on his face and looking down.

It seems Tommy didn’t believe what he was hearing.

He leaned on the desk and opened the wooden box where his cigarettes were. 

His back harshly met his chair as he stared at the woman, blinking.

“I’m serving it on a plate, to you, Thomas.” You”d serenely let out, as if you understood him without having him saying anything. “Just deal with it.”

“How much do you trust this contact?” 

“I trust him with my life.” You responded.

With this partnership, he didn’t proceed the same as usual by offering something in return. He didn’t have the time to give you a proper offer that you'd already started to work in favor of his plan against Mosley, so this relationship was more based on the trust they have into each other rather than a commun exchange of services.

Today was the first time you’d ask him to return the favor, and it was today as well that the man had to wittingly choose to trust her blindly.

He coughed and lighted his cig, and put an elbow on the wooden desk as he was still deeply in thoughts.

You got up, moving slowly and leaned on the desk, hands flat on it, her face not even a centimeter away from his. “If you don’t trust that,” you pointed at him and then at you, “end it.” You finished.

The mood automatically shifted due to the tension that has quickly installed between the two individuals. 

Not for even one second did you imagine things to get this sensual. Here you were, desperately searching other's eyes out of each other’s grip.

Tommy’s eyes hungrily drifted to your lips, and stayed there more than it should’ve.

You moved back and turned your heels, leaving the room.

Too much in too little time. This. What that even was, and what did it mean?

This was the reason why you never got emotionally involved in business . But that was different now. But for you, that always kept the idea that the past wasn't supposed to repeat itself, the present was slapping maybe too hard.

Thank God you succeeded at getting out, not because of Tommy, but utterly because of yourself. If you had stayed so much as one second more, you didn’t know what you would’ve done, or maybe you did know but preferred to bury it away.

It was easier that way.

Following Chapter ❱

[xtruss]

Afghanistan’s ‘Misinformation Surge’

An avalanche of misinformation has followed the Taliban takeover of Afghanistan. Some of it is sloppiness: people sharing information and not knowing it’s wrong. But intentional efforts appear to be at play, seeking to shape the images of the Taliban, the resistance, U.S. officials, and the Pakistani military. The identities and motivations of those sharing this misinformation are often not clear, but they could be part of organized propaganda campaigns.

Misinformation about Afghanistan has been posted in many languages, including Urdu, Hindi, English, and Korean. The Poynter Institute, the Associated Press, and Agence France-Presse have compiled many examples, including a Twitter thread from AFP fact-checker Uzair Rizvi.

U.S. actions in Afghanistan have so far been a frequent target of misinformation. Some social media posts include photoshopped images of Afghan evacuees bearing heavy weaponry, suggesting Washington has helped terrorists leave Afghanistan; these were posted by Russian media outlets. Others falsely accuse U.S. President Joe Biden of gifting $80 billion in arms to the Taliban and abandoning U.S. military dogs.

Additionally, much of the misinformation spreading in Afghanistan relates to Taliban brutalities and is easily debunked. An image of the Taliban purportedly auctioning off women actually depicts a protest against the Islamic State in London in 2016, and a photo of a man leading women in chains is digitally edited from an image taken in Iraq in 2003, for example. Other posts mention a nonexistent Al Jazeera investigation on women abducted by the Taliban and their nonexistent plans to execute Christian missionaries.

The battles between the Taliban and resistance fighters in Panjshir—the only province not seized by the group last month—have become a bonanza for fake news. The lack of credible on-the-ground reporting in the province has led to an information shortage that could be easily exploited. Photos of supposed Taliban fighters in Panjshir actually depicted French soldiers. Several Indian TV channels broadcast video purporting to show Pakistani aircraft attacking Panjshir. (In reality, the video was depicting American jets flying in Wales.)

What explains this surge in misinformation? The sudden attention rush of a major news story, the power of social media, and information shortages all play a role. Moreover, actors with axes to grind use misinformation as ammunition. Fake news about Biden’s policies in Afghanistan has been propagated by his rivals, from the U.S. Republican Party to Russian state media. Nationalist Indian outlets seek to paint Pakistan as an aggressor.

The information vacuum is critical. In recent years, Afghan and U.S. officials stopped providing information about military casualties and the amount of territory under Taliban control. As the security situation worsened in the last few years, media coverage outside of Kabul became more difficult. It’s now hard to know what’s happening in far-flung areas. In Panjshir, for example, the lack of on-the-ground reporting results in competing narratives, fueling rumors and propaganda wars.

The spread of misinformation in Afghanistan has troubling implications. For one, fake stories about the Taliban could change the group’s image among those outside of Afghanistan. While its brutality is apparent from its actions in Kabul, where citizen journalists recently filmed the Taliban beating female protesters, it’s harder to see this elsewhere. Without independent reporting, accounts of beatings, arrests, and intimidation outside the capital can’t be confirmed—giving the group space to project itself as softer and more moderate.

Furthermore, with so much fake news, true accounts run the risk of being dismissed as false. Social media posts have already suggested the images of U.S. aircraft taking off with Afghans clinging on that began circulating on Aug. 16 are fake. And with foreign bureaus evacuating their Afghan employees and local journalists facing Taliban threats, information shortages are only likely to worsen.

Unfortunately, the spread of misinformation all works to the Taliban’s advantage. It could prompt the militants to ramp up repressive activities in areas with little media presence, knowing that many of them will go unreported or unconfirmed.

Misinformation About the End of the War in Afghanistan, Debunked

These claims were among the recurring themes of misinformation that we fact-checked as the two-decade war came to a chaotic close.

— By: Samantha Putterman

— September 7, 2021 | Poynter.Org

President Joe Biden speaks about the end of the war in Afghanistan from the State Dining Room of the White House, Tuesday, Aug. 31, 2021, in Washington. (AP Photo/Evan Vucci)

As President Joe Biden stuck to a deadline for pulling U.S. forces out of Afghanistan, he was criticized for leaving some Americans and thousands of Afghan allies behind and for not responding fast enough to the Taliban’s takeover.

Biden was also lashed over several things he didn’t do or that just didn’t happen.

Influential GOP senators and Fox News promoted false and misleading claims about the scale of U.S. weaponry now in the Taliban’s hands, the abandonment of military K-9s, and Biden’s treatment of the families of 13 U.S. soldiers who died in the Aug. 26 Kabul airport attack, which killed more than 200 people.

These claims were among the recurring themes of misinformation that we fact-checked as the two-decade war came to a chaotic close.

Claim: The Biden administration gifted the Taliban with an $80 billion “arsenal.”

Claims about the U.S. giving Taliban weapons surfaced following reports about Taliban fighters seizing some U.S. attack planes, Black Hawk helicopters and other vehicles and equipment. But trending posts about the Taliban’s new “arsenal” relied on outdated spending and purported to cite precise accounting where there is none yet.

Early on, widely shared Facebook posts inaccurately stated that the Biden administration gifted the Taliban with “$80+ billion” in military weapons.

That estimate is False. The U.S. spent about $88.6 billion on security in Afghanistan over the course of two decades, but just a fraction of it went toward military hardware. Defense expert John Pike, director of GlobalSecurity.org, told us that aircraft and other military equipment remaining are likely worth less than $10 billion.

Another misleading post about weapons in the Taliban’s hands listed 19 categories of military equipment, including 358,530 assault rifles, 22,174 Humvees and 33 UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters.

This is also exaggerated. There has been no accounting of how much military equipment was left in Afghanistan. The figures cited are inflated and outdated, with most of the equipment being provided over many years to the Afghan forces.

The “358,530 assault rifles” figure, for example, appears to be from a 2017 report from the U.S. Government Accountability Office that counted the number of rifles, including AK-47s and sniper rifles, provided from 2004 to 2016.

And none of the figures show how many items remained in Afghanistan and were usable when the Taliban took control in mid-August.

Overall, most of the weaponry and equipment were provided over many years to the Afghan forces that opposed the Taliban, while some remained in control of the U.S. military.

Claim: Biden didn’t attend the ceremony for the 13 U.S. service members killed in Kabul.

We rated this Pants on Fire.

The baseless allegation was made by various conservatives — notably Republican political adviser Blair Brandt, and Buzz Patterson, a GOP candidate for Congress in California. They said in now-deleted tweets that Biden skipped the dignified transfer ceremony at Dover Air Force Base for the remains of the 13 U.S. military service members who died in the Aug. 26 attack.

But the plane carrying the remains of the service members hadn’t yet arrived at the base when the tweets were posted. The ceremony took place the next day, on Aug. 29. Biden attended. He and first lady Jill Biden met with the families of the service members at Dover’s Center for Families of the Fallen.

Claim: The U.S. military left its working dogs in Afghanistan.

A viral photo of dog crates in front of a battered and empty U.S. helicopter sparked outrage among fans of dogs and the military. Prominent Republicans like Sen. Rick Scott, R-Fla., said that they were military dogs abandoned at the Kabul airport during the U.S. evacuation.

But that isn’t right. The federal government said the dogs pictured do not work for the military and that its working dogs were evacuated from the country in mid-August.

“The U.S. military did not leave any dogs in cages at Hamid Karzai International Airport, including the reported military working dogs,” Pentagon spokesman John Kirby tweeted on Aug. 31. “Photos circulating online were animals under the care of the Kabul Small Animal Rescue, not dogs under our care.”

Some of the animals in the images likely belonged to independent defense contractors and could be characterized as “contract working dogs.”

Some animal welfare groups like American Humane dismissed any distinction between the dogs’ contract or military status and called on Congress to start classifying contract dogs the same way it does military dogs.

Multiple groups involved in evacuating the dogs cited a series of setbacks, including chartered flights falling through, unrest at the airport and stringent U.S. safety regulations. Advocates said the dogs are safe, but what happens to them now is uncertain.

Claim: Video shows the Taliban executed someone by hanging them from a helicopter.

Conservative bloggers, pundits and politicians like Texas Sen. Ted Cruz shared a short, blurry video of a helicopter flying with a person dangling from a rope.

“This horrifying image encapsulates Joe Biden’s Afghanistan catastrophe: The Taliban hanging a man from an American Blackhawk helicopter,” Cruz tweeted.

That explanation is False. Various other images and videos reviewed by PolitiFact show that the person dangling from the chopper was alive, moving and waving his arms. The person was suspended by a harness that wrapped under his arms, not a noose around the neck.

Several news outlets and fact-checkers reached the same conclusion, determining that the video did not depict an execution, and that the person had been tasked with trying to fix a flag on a public building.

Aśvaka News Agency, an Afghan news outlet, later confirmed to PolitiFact that the person was controlled and was hanging from the helicopter to fix the flag at the governor’s building in Kandahar, Afghanistan’s second-largest city.

Cruz later acknowledged that his tweet “may be inaccurate” and deleted it. But others, like Fox News host Sean Hannity, continued to give the false story air after it was widely debunked.

NOT REAL NEWS: A Look at What Didn’t Happen this Week

— By The Associated Press | August 20, 2021

— Tom Kertscher, Gabrielle Settles and Bill McCarthy contributed reporting.

This February 2003 photo provided by photographer Murat Düzyol shows three women walking behind a man in Erbil, Iraq. A version of this original image was manipulated to digitally add chains on the women's ankles, with a caption erroneously claiming it was made in Afghanistan after the Taliban took control of the country in August 2021. (Murat Düzyol via AP)

A roundup of some of the most popular but completely untrue stories and visuals of the week. None of these are legit, even though they were shared widely on social media. The Associated Press checked them out. Here are the facts:

Photo from Iraq altered to create fake image of chained Afghan women

CLAIM: A photo shows three Afghan women chained to one another, walking behind a man who holds the end of the chain.

THE FACTS: The photo is fake. It was based on an old photo, and the chains were digitally added. Photographer Murat Düzyol told The Associated Press he took the original photo in Erbil, Iraq, in February 2003. Tweets sharing the altered photo were among several misleading social media posts that began to emerge after the Taliban seized power in Afghanistan on Sunday. Twitter users posted the manipulated photo and suggested that it showed women in Afghanistan walking behind a man. In the edited photo, chains were digitally added onto the ankles of the women, with the man holding the chain. There was no chain in the original photo. Also, it was taken in Iraq, not Afghanistan. “#AfghanWomen. God protect women and children because an institution like the United Nations has become impotent,” said a Twitter user who tweeted the altered photo. Over the years, the photo has been misrepresented and posted multiple times. One blog falsely stated the photo was taken in Afghanistan and said it showed an example of women walking about five paces behind their husbands. Düzyol, who lives in Istanbul, told AP he took the photo in 2003. Around that time, he often visited Iraq and took photos. The day the photo was taken, there was a ceremony commemorating Iraqi civilians who were killed in the city of Erbil, he said. “As people were returning to their homes after the ceremony, such a composition randomly appeared on the street. It’s a completely instant snapshot and completely natural,” Düzyol explained in an email. “The women obviously knew each other, but I’m not sure they knew the man.” Many fear the Taliban will reimpose a strict interpretation of Islamic law that was practiced when they ran Afghanistan from 1996 to 2001. At the time, women were barred from attending school and having jobs outside the home. They had to wear burqas and be accompanied by a male relative when they were in public. After taking over, the Taliban said they promise to honor women’s rights within the norms of Islamic law, but many Afghans are skeptical. — Associated Press writer Arijeta Lajka in New York contributed this report.

Afghan citizens pack inside a U.S. Air Force C-17 Globemaster III, as they are transported from Hamid Karzai International Airport in Afghanistan, Sunday, Aug. 15, 2021. On Friday, Aug. 20, 2021, The Associated Press reported on stories circulating online incorrectly claiming another photo showed a plane full of Afghan refugees being evacuated from the country this week, with not a single woman or child among them. In fact, that photo, which appeared online as early as 2018, shows Afghan refugees being sent back to their country from Turkey, according to a story at the time from Turkey’s state-run news agency, the Anadolu Agency. Photos captured this week show that hundreds of Afghan men, women and children have been evacuated from Afghanistan since the Taliban takeover. (Capt. Chris Herbert/U.S. Air Force via AP)

Photo of Afghan men on plane is from 2018

CLAIM: A photo shows a plane full of Afghan refugees being evacuated from the country this week, with not a single woman or child among them.

THE FACTS: In fact, this photo appeared online as early as 2018. It shows Afghan refugees being sent back to their country from Turkey, according to a story at the time from Turkey’s state-run news agency, the Anadolu Agency. The photo looks down the aisle of an airplane filled with men, some of them waving at the camera. Social media users are sharing it as new this week with claims it shows only men, with no women and children, being evacuated from Kabul after the Taliban seized power in Afghanistan. “And not a single woman or child among them!” one Facebook user wrote alongside the picture. “As if the invasion of our southern border weren’t enough of a challenge. Now the biden Administration is flying in hardened, fighting-aged men from Afghanistan.” Another Facebook user wrote, “Another wave of ‘refugees’ is already heading to Europe, this time from Afghanistan.” But a reverse-image search reveals the picture does not show recent evacuation efforts from Afghanistan. The photo showed some 324 Afghan refugees who had entered Turkish territory illegally and were detained and sent back to Afghanistan in April 2018, according to an article on the Spanish-language version of the Anadolu Agency’s website. Photos captured this week show that hundreds of Afghan men, women and children have been evacuated from Afghanistan since the Taliban takeover. — Associated Press writer Ali Swenson in New York contributed this report.

FILE - The Afghan flag flies atop the presidential palace in Kabul, Afghanistan, Tuesday, Aug. 17, 2021. On Friday, Aug. 20, 2021, The Associated Press reported on a photo circulating online that was digitally altered to make it appear that the Taliban flag was flying on the tower of the palace in Kabul on Sunday, Aug. 15, 2021. (AP Photo/Rahmat Gul, File)

Photo digitally altered to show Taliban flag on Afghan presidential palace

CLAIM: A photo shows the Taliban flag flying on the tower of the Afghanistan presidential palace in Kabul on Sunday night.

THE FACTS: The photo is fake — an old photo was digitally altered to make it appear that the Taliban flag was flying above the palace. On Sunday, Taliban forces seized the presidential palace. The Associated Press took photos and video Tuesday showing that the Afghan flag was still flying from the building. The photo that was manipulated was first shared in 2020 and originally showed the palace adorned with Afghan flags. In the manipulated version, the Taliban flag replaces the Afghan flag. It looks clearly altered -- the flag appears too rectilinear and the script too flat to be on a moving flag. The edited photo was shared across social media and by some media outlets, with captions saying it showed the fall of Afghanistan. The Taliban took over Afghanistan two weeks before the U.S. was supposed to fully withdraw its troops from the country. President Ashraf Ghani has fled the country. AP photos showed the Taliban inside the presidential palace on Sunday.

Video claiming to show Taliban fighters on trampoline is more than a year old

CLAIM: A video shows Taliban fighters jumping on a trampoline this week as they celebrate their return to power in Afghanistan.

THE FACTS: This video is not current and has circulated online for more than a year. In the days since the Taliban seized power across Afghanistan, capturing all major cities in less than a week, social media users have shared videos of the insurgents allegedly celebrating their victory in gyms, amusement parks and presidential suites. One such video, which social media users claim shows Taliban fighters rejoicing on a trampoline, has circulated since at least March 2020. The video of four men jumping on an expansive trampoline and one standing to the side was shared with captions like “Taliban’s terrorists right now” and “Taliban fighters celebrating their takeover of Kabul by Jumping on a Trampoline.” But it appeared on Facebook as early as March 31, 2020. It was also shared on YouTube on Aug. 28, 2020, with the caption, “Taliban first time trampoline.” It wasn’t clear who captured the original video or who was featured in it. — Ali Swenson

Video showing shaking house is from Alaska, not Haiti

CLAIM: Video from a camera inside a home shows the house shaking from a 7.2-magnitude earthquake that struck Haiti on Saturday.

THE FACTS: The video being shared online shows an earthquake that struck nearly three years ago in Alaska, not Haiti. As images and videos emerged from Haiti following Saturday’s earthquake, social media users began misrepresenting the Alaska video from 2018 to suggest it showed the earthquake rumbling through a home in Haiti. More than 2,000 people have been reported dead in Haiti following the earthquake that struck the southwestern part of the Island. In 2010, an earthquake of similar magnitude left more than 300,000 dead in the country. Posts online Saturday shared the video showing the Alaska earthquake, with wording that suggested it showed the power of the earthquake in Haiti. The posts sharing the video said to pray for Haiti. The original video was shared to Twitter by James Easton on Nov. 30, 2018, when Alaska was hit with a 7.0-magnitude earthquake. At the time, The Associated Press reported that the earthquake left thousands without power and buckled roadways in some places. Easton told the AP via email that the video showed his home in Alaska. Easton tweeted the video, saying that he was “just a little bit shaken” by the earthquake. The video showed the house violently shaking and the camera footage soon being cut off by the quake. “It’s amusing to see the video pop up every so often, but the focus should really be on the actual damage in Haiti,” he said. — Associated Press writer Beatrice Dupuy in New York contributed this report.

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Why is Israel a developed country, and why are we still developing?

I am not a very good writer or author. But one day, I sat down to write my thoughts,

Think about it, some irrelevant ideas and questions are starting to get very annoying these days, like:

· Why is Israel a developed country, and why are we growing?

· Why does he have so many resources that he is selling the world and we are just borrowing?

· Are they still a chosen nation, and our share is limited to the "promise of intercession"?

When I started drowning in these and many other questions, I resorted to Google, proving to be very strong.

Many things between the Jewish nation and the Muslims

Like meet

Both are Abrahamic religions

Believe in one God

To worship him

To be cleansed

make ablution

To do charity

Slaughtering and eating animals

Don't eat pork

Circumcision

Believing that jinn are God's creation

Considering Satan disobedient

The act of considering the people of Lot a sin

Don't recognize a relationship without marriage

On the coming of the Messiah before the resurrection

Believing in the reckoning on the Day of Resurrection

Thinking in the same way of being resurrected after death (being made back from the tail bone)

Witt: The practical methods of all these ordinary things are different; for example, they call Allah by another name, the practise of ablution and prayer is different, their Messiah is different, etc.

Now the surprise increased from here that despite so many similarities and similarities, how did they move forward? While here (God forbid), religion has become a chain of feet, the children graduating from our madrassas are seldom integrated into the outside world, and in the modern lifestyle, they are barely visible, any skill anyway. It is not part of our education system that the child is still "reading" (why it is inappropriate for us to teach skills while learning).

We have included religion only in everyday life till the azan at birth and the funeral prayer at death. The rest of it has been left in the niche. The two are not conceived at the same time. Yes, some schools or madrassas are now promoting religious and scientific education together, but on the one hand, their number is like salt in flour; on the other hand, their fees are out of the commoner's pocket. And if the money came in the bag and then the education system of London, Europe and America would look fine, then very few children are getting an education from these modern madrassas.

After madrassas, school and college education is also in an awful condition in our country. An example of our education system is termite infested wood. We memorize it. But the same child cannot write 5 to 10 lines on any subject other than these.

Curriculum and the practical world are two different things; there is no match between them; education is so expensive that if one leaves with a degree, he is worried about "recovering his investment" first.

And after all, the sad thing is that 44.5% of children go to high school; 55 out of every 100 children do not go to school.

Beloved God, the Prophet (peace be upon him), prioritized the gathering of knowledge and education over the meeting of remembrance and supplication that I was sent as a teacher (Ibn Majah).

And more than 25 million children in Pakistan do not go to school ... (These are pre-Corona statistics)

In Israel, schooling is free and compulsory, as well as skills and practical business training, paid for by the school/government, and the dropout is skilled. Yes, and also business, he also bears and collects the cost of his further education. Thus, the country's economy is also strengthened, and the expenditure incurred on the child's teaching also starts coming back.

There was no oil in the house at the Prophet's death, but three swords of personal use were hanging on the wall.

On the occasion of the trench warfare, the Muslims dug a fifteen-mile long trench in fifteen days with stones tied to their stomachs and defended Medina on an empty stomach.

Referring to both incidents, Israel's defense minister bought heavy weapons from the United States in the 1973 Arab-Israeli war, saying that even if it provided the nation with only one loaf of bread for 20 years, the world would see only a winner after the war. Not empty stomach

In 1973, we lost Bengal, and Israel increased some of its territories.

There is no water in Israel, they make seawater usable, grow crops from it, drink it, and now they have become so skilled that they are selling the world, even purified water, to purify it. Plants, crops grown on them, animals raised on them and their milk/meat,

Despite being the most extensive canal system, it is sometimes time to import wheat and sugar (which are among our significant crops) despite being primarily an agricultural country.

The Hour will not come until the Muslims fight the Jews and kill them until the Jews hide behind a rock or a tree.

“O Muslims! This Jew is behind me. Come and kill him, except for the tree of Gharqad, because he is one of the trees of the Jews” (Sahih Muslim).

Despite being the world's technology hub, Israel has grown the most trees in the last 50 years. While the number of trees in the rest of the world is declining, Israel is the only country growing.

He (the Antichrist) will come to the babe Lud in Palestine. Jesus (PBUH) will have descended, and here they will kill him ... Hadith

Today, Israel has a military airport in Lud and has excellent security.

So, sir, the thing is that religion is not a chain of feet, nor does a large population hold anyone back. On the contrary, the most vital factor that hinders progress is mental retardation, the thought of not moving forward.

If our prime minister said that women's clothes cause mischief, he would also give some ugly justification for the crimes committed against older women, boys, girls, dead (dead bodies). But in our country, Islam starts with a woman's clothes and ends with four marriages of a man. There is no rule of training or justice, no control of the self and no control over the eyes. There is no question of passing any verse of knowledge, of discovery,

Well, this is a collective matter, which we all blame the government and its policies and acquit our political party and ourselves, but our role as individuals is no more negligible.

We never try to pick up a loser, but we call him so bad that he loses confidence in his return. To get a chance to hit a woman,

Mobile has become very popular; about 30 million people in Pakistan currently use smartphones, but sadly, the top trends in search are cricket series, cricketers, political scandals, controversial and bold actors, education, health. We have nothing to do with research and knowledge. Thanks to Corona, the only "Google classroom" in terms of education is still in trend in 2020.

The epidemic is also considered a "business season" in our country, and things are expected at 4 to 6 times higher prices, oxygen cylinders are missing from the market, and a simple mask is available at 20 to 25.

Of course, not everyone is like that; many people are doing perfect things, retail shops deliver rations to needy homes, schools give free education to poor children, etc.

But all this is not enough. It is like salt in the flour. For development, we all have to move forward, so whatever you are, whatever your status, think of collective benefits, your neighbor, partner, house. Help, employee, friend, brother, make encouragement a motto in every relationship, encourage them to move forward, ignore their mistakes and shortcomings, guide them according to their talent,

We are a very talented nation, and the world is buying our talent ... Via the same mobile, laptop and computer,

Anyone around you has any talent, provide information to sell on the net, guide them on how they can make money by selling this skill, don't limit the intake to yourself, because stagnant water, no matter how good and abundant it is, rots, it becomes impure, so keep sharing, knowledge, conveniences, sweet words, whatever is available to you,

Believe in everything you can get money need a little research, information, so do not use your mobile phone to wait for the magic by writing five in the comments it is a great power you can use it; ideally, you can earn money from it, you can strengthen your family, your nation ...

Rise and do your part to move beyond Israel and developed countries like this so that our next generation can breathe in a developed Pakistan, do your part to make this country safe because

ہیں ہے ناامید اقبال اپنی کشت ویراں سے

ذرا نم ہو تو یہ مٹی بڑی زرخیز ہے ساقی

Pray for progress

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“On most agricultural holdings, the labour force consisted of two distinct groups: servants and labourers. Kussmaul defined the servant as a person who was hired by the year, lived with his or her master, and was unmarried. A labourer, by contrast, was hired for a shorter period of time, had his own residence, and was for the most part married. Other historians have suggested that this distinction is somewhat rigid, and that patterns of recruitment of servants, especially in the sixteenth and first half of the seventeenth centuries, were less formal than in the century that followed. 

There is little evidence of hiring sessions during the sixteenth century, and many servants were hired for short periods of months and weeks rather than for a whole year. On the estate of a gentleman farmer in Stiffkey, Norfolk, servants were rarely hired for twelve months or more. In Romford, Essex, servants were also hired, on occasion, for periods of months rather than a year. A. Hassell Smith suggested a classification of the workforce on the Stiffkey estate into 'resident farm servants', who were hired for weeks, months and above; and 'labourers', who were hired by the day, and were divided into specialist and non-specialist labourers, according to level of skill and type of work they did.

These distinctions between service and labour did not reflect separate age categories. Some farm servants were married adults, and many labourers were youngsters in their teens and early twenties; that is, in the course of their adolescence and youth, young people were likely to move not only from one annual service term to the next, but between different types of labour arrangement; their work as annual servants was interspersed with periods, lasting sometimes many months, during which they were hired for the season or worked as daily labourers. 

The detailed research by A. Hassell Smith on Stiffkey families who were employed on the estate of Nathaniel Bacon is illuminating in that it provides evidence on the ages and marital status of many of the employees. Smith has identified a total of 55 Stiffkey sons and daughters employed on the estate between 1582 and 1597. Two were farm servants on the estate, 4 more were employed as a kitchen boy, a cook, and household servants, and the majority (45) were day labourers employed in agriculture and in various crafts, especially woodwork and the building crafts. 

The agricultural labourers were nearly all unmarried women, aged 18 years and upwards. The labourers in the building and wood crafts were adolescent males who worked alongside their fathers (carpenters, coopers, painters, masons, tilers, and so on). As Smith suggested, the women might well have been resident servants when they were younger; that is, they were employed as domestics or dairymaids in adjacent parishes when they were in their mid-teens, and returned home to become labourers when they were in their late teens. The males, on the other hand, probably moved on to some form of service or apprenticeship elsewhere after having worked alongside their fathers as day labourers for some time. 

In addition, there were resident servants on Bacon's estate who were hired for the season, and they, too, were young and unmarried for the most part. They travelled longer distances, and were hired as mowers, to do the hardest and most skilled job in harvesting. Wage labour was likely to be widespread in the corn-growing areas, where demand for seasonal labour, especially during the harvest, was high. By contrast, annual farm service was more suitable to pastoral farming and areas where livestock husbandry predominated, and where work in tending sheep, horses and other animals was required throughout the year. Moreover, throughout the sixteenth and first half of the seventeenth centuries, annual farm service was in decline, and hiring by the day, the week or the season became common. 

Population growth, the surplus of adult labourers, rising prices and lower wages, were more conducive to daily labour or short-term service than to annual farm service. Abundance of labour ensured the farmer a continuing supply of workers, rising prices secured the flow of cash to pay daily and weekly wages, and lower wages also made daily labour a more attractive option." Overall, the incidence of service began to rise only in the century following the 1650s. Contemporaries sometimes made quite clear the advantages of hired labour over the resident servant. When Robert Loder calculated the annual costs of his servants, he remarked in his account book that 'it were best course to keep none'. This was in 1613, in Berkshire, and Loder's farming was based largely on wheat and barley malt.

All this had a number of implications for the working lives of the young. First, young people living with parents and working on the basis of day and week wages, or going out for short terms of a few weeks of residence elsewhere and then returning home with their earnings, were anything but a rarity. In contrast to annual service, where nearly half the wages were paid in kind and the money wage was paid at the end of the annual term or after long intervals of three to six months, short-term hirings and daily labour provided a daily or weekly wage. When they worked as daily labourers or seasonal servants, young people either lived at home or returned to their families at the end of the harvest, and they were likely to contribute to their families at least part of their wage. 

Once they passed their mid-teens, their contribution could increase substantially. On the Stiffkey estate, boys working alongside their fathers were paid 2d. and 4d. a day; but adolescents above 15 years old already received 9d., 8d. and 10d. a day, only slightly less than their fathers. This wage was the equivalent of the 8d. standard daily wage earned by the non-specialist labourer who worked in the fields. In the late nineteenth century, wage-earning youth were believed to be independent, self-supporting, and half grown up; their parents were often described as fearful of exercising their authority 'lest the lad should take his earnings and go elsewhere'. 

There is no reason to doubt that, given the variation in individual temperaments and families, earning a wage in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries gave young people a similar independence. We have already referred to Edward Barlow who, as a boy, bought clothes for himself with wages he was already earning on his own. When he decided, against his parents' wishes and plans, to leave his village and travel to London, he had already been saving part of his wages from work as a labourer. 

Although his father eventually accepted his decision, and even gave him some money, this only complemented the money young Barlow had saved towards his long journey to the capital. Working intermittently as labourers and moving between different types of service arrangement also confronted the adolescent with the burdens involved in having to subsist on irregular work and a variety of makeshifts, and, among the poorer sections of society, having to survive near or on the verge of subsistence. 

Joseph Mayett was forced to trick his master into taking him back as a resident servant, having been released from service and forced to subsist, during three months in the famine winter of 1800, on work as a labourer and on a very poor diet. Such an existence fostered flexibility in adjusting to several types of work, in eking out a living by alternating between assistance to parents at home, casual day labouring, and farm service. It also necessitated the acquisition of a wide range of skills, some of them quite specialised. Often it involved migration into areas and villages where opportunties for industrial employment and craft apprenticeships were available as well.”

-  Ilana Krausman Ben-Amos, “The Mobility of Rural Youth.” in Adolescence and Youth in Early Modern England

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Headlines

US braces for more virus deaths; Europe hopes crisis peaking (AP) The U.S. warned of many more coronavirus deaths in the days ahead as the global pandemic muted traditional observances from family grave-cleaning ceremonies in China to Palm Sunday for many Christians. Italy and Spain, the two hardest-hit European nations, expressed hope that the crisis was peaking in their countries, though Italian officials said the emergency is far from over as infections have plateaued but not started to decline. Germany remains an anomaly: With more than 92,000 people infected, the death rate is remarkably low. A chaotic scramble for desperately needed medical equipment and protective gear engulfed the United States, prompting intense squabbling between the states and federal government at a moment the nation is facing one of its gravest emergencies. The number of confirmed infections topped 1.2 million globally, and the death toll neared 65,000, according to a Johns Hopkins University tracker.

Surgeon general says coming week will ‘be the hardest and saddest week of most Americans’ lives’ (Washington Post) Surgeon General Jerome M. Adams said Sunday that the coming week could be a national catastrophe comparable to Pearl Harbor or the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001. “This is going to be the hardest and saddest week of most Americans’ lives, quite frankly,” Adams said in an appearance on Fox News. “This is going to be our Pearl Harbor moment, our 9/11 moment, only it’s not going to be localized. It’s going to be happening all over the country. “ He added that the next 30 days would be critical for slowing the coronavirus’s spread, noting that some early hot spots are actually starting to contain the virus.

Pet fostering takes off as coronavirus keeps Americans home (AP) Across the country, suddenly isolated people are rushing to care for animals, easing a burden on shelters and providing homes--even if just temporarily--for homeless dogs, cats and other pets. Shelters from California to New York have put out the call for people to temporarily foster pets. Thanks to an overwhelming response from people who suddenly found themselves stuck at home, shelters say they have placed record numbers of dogs, cats and other animals. If past trends hold, many of those who agree to temporarily care for a pet will ultimately decide they want the animal to stay for good.

Puerto Rico discovers protective supply cache amid COVID-19 (AP) The suspected mismanagement of essential supplies during Hurricane Maria turned out to be a boon for Puerto Rico as it fights a rise in coronavirus cases. Health Secretary Lorenzo González said Saturday that officials discovered a cache of urgently needed personal protective equipment at a hospital in the nearby island of Vieques that remains closed since the Category 4 storm hit the U.S. territory in September 2017. He said the equipment includes face masks, gloves, gowns and face shields that were in good condition and would be distributed to health institutions.

Journalists threatened and detained as countries on multiple continents restrict coronavirus coverage (Washington Post) Coronavirus is testing the resilience of independent media around the world as governments exploit concerns over coverage of the epidemic to clamp down on press freedoms. From Latin America to Russia, governments have tried to shape coverage so it avoids criticism or information that authorities deem harmful to public order. Questioning of official accounts has drawn fines, police investigations and the expulsion of foreign correspondents. In some countries, the virus has provided a pretext for governments to pass emergency legislation that is likely to curb freedoms long after the contagion has been extinguished.

Britain will tighten coronavirus restrictions if people flout rules (Reuters) Britain will be forced to impose more restrictions on outdoor exercise if people flout lockdown rules designed to curb the spread of the coronavirus, the health minister said on Sunday. Daily exercise, such as walking, running or cycling, is allowed as long as people maintain social distancing. But any other activity such as sunbathing could put others at risk and prolong the lockdown, Health Secretary Matt Hancock said. Health experts said any move towards a ban on outdoor exercise was “deeply worrying”.

British prime minister admitted to hospital (Washington Post) British Prime Minister Boris Johnson has been admitted to the hospital because of “persistent” symptoms of the coronavirus, a spokesman confirmed Sunday. Johnson tested positive for the virus 10 days ago and has been self-isolating at his official residence.

Telemedicine Arrives in the U.K.: ‘10 Years of Change in One Week’ (NYT) In a matter of days, a revolution in telemedicine has arrived at the doorsteps of primary care doctors in Europe and the United States. Virtual visits, at first a matter of safety, are now a centerpiece of family doctors’ plans to treat the everyday illnesses and undetected problems that they warn could end up costing additional lives if people do not receive prompt care. “We’re basically witnessing 10 years of change in one week,” said Dr. Sam Wessely, a general practitioner in London. “It used to be that 95 percent of patient contact was face-to-face: You go to see your doctor, as it has been for decades, centuries. But that has changed completely.”

Ireland’s PM returns to medical practice to help in coronavirus crisis (Reuters/NYT) Ireland’s prime minister Leo Varadkar has re-registered as a medical practitioner and will work one shift a week to help out during the coronavirus crisis, his office said on Sunday. Varadkar, who studied medicine and was a practicing physician for seven years before going into politics, is expected to help conduct screening calls for those who may have been exposed to the novel coronavirus before they visit medical facilities.

Amid coronavirus outbreak, Pope Francis marks Palm Sunday with restricted Mass (Washington Post) Pope Francis marked Palm Sunday Mass in St. Peter’s Basilica on Sunday in a service surrounded by only a few aids and a handful of clergy, after the annual public ceremony in St. Peter’s Square was scrapped as Italy battles one of the world’s worst outbreaks of the coronavirus. In the solitary mass, which was live-streamed around the world, the pope urged the faithful to turn to God “in the tragedy of a pandemic, in the face of the many false securities that have now crumbled, in the face of so many hopes betrayed, in the sense of abandonment that weighs upon our hearts,” according to Reuters.

Work from home, they said. In Japan, it’s not so easy. (Washington Post) When it comes to working from home, Japan simply doesn’t get it. In the midst of a coronavirus epidemic, commuter trains in Tokyo are still pretty packed, and many companies are acting like nothing’s really changed. This is a nation where you still have to show up in person. Work culture demands constant face-to-face interaction, partly to show respect. Employees typically are judged on the hours they put in rather than they output they produce. Managers don’t trust their staff to work from home, and many companies are just not set up for telework. The uniquely rigid work culture has left this country among the least prepared in the developed world to embrace the new remote-working realities of the coronavirus age.

Singapore announces surge of 120 new cases, plans ‘circuit breaker’ lockdown (Washington Post) Singapore on Sunday recorded its highest number of new coronavirus cases in a single day, bringing the total infected in the city-state to 1,309. In a Facebook post, Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong said many of the new cases were linked to two dormitories for foreign workers that are now being placed under isolation. Roughly 20,000 people living in these dormitories have been confined to their rooms for the next 14 days, according to the Strait Times. Singapore, which had initially resisted lockdown orders in favor of extensive contact tracing to catch the infected before they could spread the virus, will enter a government-mandated lockdown on Tuesday. Local officials have called the measure the “circuit breaker.”

‘Complete collapse of economies’ ahead as Africa faces virus (AP) Some of Uganda’s poorest people used to work on the streets of Kampala, as fruit sellers sitting on the pavement or as peddlers of everything from handkerchiefs to roasted peanuts. Now they’re gone and no one knows when they will return, victims of a global economic crisis linked to the coronavirus that could wipe out jobs for millions across the African continent, many who live hand-to-mouth with zero savings. “We’ve been through a lot on the continent. Ebola, yes, African governments took a hit, but we have not seen anything like this before,” Ahunna Eziakonwa, the United Nations Development Program regional director for Africa, told The Associated Press. “The African labor market is driven by imports and exports and with the lockdown everywhere in the world, it means basically that the economy is frozen. And with that, of course, all the jobs are gone.”

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Top Places to Find Inexpensive Organic Cotton Clothing

Non-organic cotton is the conventional toxic crops in the market, as it is developed with the use of pesticides. In the technique of pest control methods, cotton blends with toxic chemicals, which as ascertained to be cancer-causing agents in the animals and humans. Everyone who is concerned with the process of non-organic cultivation is more prone to get health hazards due to heavy exposure to these harmful toxins. Most commonly, the farmers who are supposed to accumulate cotton and the animals that live in nearby areas. Even the people who are living in the surrounding areas and utilize the water, which is toxify with the toxins. 

Planting cotton is a responsibility on our planet and people, and we should follow our duty by buying this that’s The difficulty is that most of the cotton made clothing is expensive and even out of reach from the normal shoppers. There are so many specific brands that claim to have organically made items in their stores because they can. But if you want to buy the cotton clothing at reasonable prices, all you need to do is the little research. Here are six good places to start.

Thought - 

Famous For | amazing pieces 

Based In | London

 Range | ££

In the queue of cotton clothing, thought is the leading one who manufactures Organic Cotton Clothing for Men and Women, with an uncomplicated philosophy—to create and make fantastic pieces and carry the fashion without harming the environment. They trade women's and men's cotton clothing, clothing of bamboo, and also hemp clothing. This brand has extended its relationship in the factories and with the suppliers.

Synergy 

Famous For | dresses and stylish outfits 

location  | Santa Cruz, CA

Range | $–$$

Synergy is confined to practising the most distinguished essence of organic cotton with the cooperation of farmers with experience and adequately funded to maintain their work under favourable conditions. This responsibility goes up with the people who weave the cotton to the people who carry the product; Synergy secures a safe and healthy environment to their every worker with a healthy and decent wage under healthy circumstances. They also strive to enable communities, especially women, in Nepal, by giving back programs to nonprofits.

PACT

Famous For | Affordable basic men and Women clothing

Location | Boulder, CO

Ranges | $

PACT is perpetrated to designing clothes that keep the world a most suitable and healthy place. The certified B Corp Corporation continues to elevated heights to make sure the healthy chain of supply—from the harvesting and growing of the organic cotton to its final sewing to clothes. They look clean and even classy, shop pact works in a similar clean and responsible environment. 

Shift to Nature

Famous For | Range of tenable textiles

Location | Australia

 Range | $–$$

This company brands the eco-friendly products with firm commitments to more tenable and decent clothes production. You can expect a variety of clothing and every the piece is labelled with the certified products that are produced from the hemp, organic cotton and even bamboo. Shift to Nature grants from ordinary to luxury cotton garments. 

 Brook There

Famous For | Undergarments

Location  | Portland, ME

 Range | $–$$

Brook, There is a brand which offers everyday clothing such as basics and undergarments. They produce garments with soft and permanent quality, even some of their collections also include impressive silk. If you are seeking to buy sustainable lingerie, then this is a good destination for you on the planet. 

Kowtow

Famous For | Women's workwear

Location  | Wellington, New Zealand

Range | £££

This the company sells 100% Fair and -certified cotton fabrics, with the sound working conditions that benefit employees, Kowtow is a fashion brand who ensures quality. It will give you a feeling of enormous comfort if you wear it. Kowtow does not use genetically altered seeds, holds water effectively, and through the crop revolution, the soil is maintained. 

 This the whole system produces a sustainable and even model which favours the earth for their business. 

And the fate of their profits supports the Education of girls, sheds for cows and donation programs for Cows. 

Groceries Apparel

Famous For | Cheap basics 

Based In | Los Angeles, CA

 Range | $

Groceries Apparel has a particular concern with the materials they manage—they pursue their cotton is produced by ensuring its moderate growth will be favourable to the environment.  Their clothing is produced in Los Angles where the company operates to diminish waste and also recycled the materials when possibilities are high. They manufacture organic collection from essential activewear for men and stunning maxi dresses for women. 

Apart from the worldwide location of organic clothing, India is also a leading country that produces and even utilizes organic cotton clothing. Organic clothing India is famous among most of the states, and there are so many ethnic and fashion brands that trade organic cotton clothing. 

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hows abouts giving a brief overview of your ocs 👀👀👀

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So I’m gonna put this under a read more cause there is A Lot.

I’m gonna separate this into two sections cause I’ve got like two projects/stories/whatevers I’m working on. A few months ago I made some posts about a different story that I was working on but that had some Serious Structural Problems and needs to be reworked, so it’s currently on the back burner. 

Anyway,

The first batch of OCs are from a story that I’m working on that will ideally become a novel. The project is called “The Unexplained Migratory Patterns of the Whooping Crane.” 

The main character is a 15-year-old girl named Oliver Lakely. Oliver is a sarcastic, quick-witted loner who has a really hard time fitting in with the other people in her town. She loves animals, music, and books. She’s cynical and artistic and really, really lonely. She’s also a psychic and her mother is a ghost. 

The other main character in TUMPotWC is 14-year-old Whyatt “Budgie” Kipling, nickname courtesy of his dyed bright green hair. Budgie moves in next to (but like country next to so quite a ways away) Oliver. He’s from London and his mother has been temporarily relocated to Oliver’s town to study the anomalous population of whooping cranes that have been nesting in this town for the last ten years. Budgie is a geeky, easy going kid. He loves to explore and is courageous to the point of being foolhardy. He knows that he’s weird, but is comfortable with it. 

Other characters include Miles and Siobhan Lakely, Oliver’s parents. Miles is psychic as well. He is a big tragic artist archetype. Plays the piano and has a lot of anger issues. Oliver’s relationship with him is a big part of the story. Siobhan is a ghost. She died when Oliver was 5 and has been manifesting in their house ever since. They also have a cat named Kyle he’s sentient and likes jazz. 

SECOND BATCH

These next children are from a project that is less fleshed out than TUMPotWC. It’s called “Pine Grove Stop & Go” and would ideally be a podded cast. It centers around a gas station off of the highway in Pine Grove, Wyoming, a one-stoplight town on the way to the Grand Tetons in the year 1997. The Pine Grove Stop & Go is a hotbed for supernatural activity, to the point that it is a bit of an urban legend. The story starts a month after one of the employees, Myla Heigel, is found dead behind the corner. Her death is ruled a suicide, but another one of the employees, Sophie “Lance” Lansing knows that isn’t true. 

Lance is the main character of the story. She’s 19. Anti-authoritarian, a flannel lesbian. Bit of a stoner. Super intelligent but hates school and organized education in general. Loves books and film. Cynical and sarcastic, comes off quite prickly but once she warms up to people she’s a total softie. All about that Repression TM. Has a whole thing later on where she becomes obsessed with a tape recorder to the point of near insanity but she generally gets better. ADHD.

Moving on. Noah Meredith. 19 as well. Conspiracy theorist. Gets a job at PGS&G to try and investigate Myla’s death. Super big nerd, diaster bisexual, the epitome of “bigfoot is real and we tenderly caressed each other one night behind the Arby's.” Not great at interacting with people asks A Lot of Questions WIth Little Regard for Politeness. Autistic icon. Really funny, loves campy sci-fi, secretly a bastard. At first he and Lance clash like crazy but eventually they get on like a house on fire. 

Seth Weiss. 17 years old. Burnout stoner. Likes to skateboard and makes dumb jokes. Crouching moron, hidden badass. Thinks that Lance is the coolest person in the world. Super gay but hasn’t figured it out yet. Sweet and genuine and kind of naive. Secretly Big Magic (He hasn’t figured that out yet either). Sees weird shit all the time but explains it away as either none of his business or a bad trip. Me, to Seth: my sweet boy let me show you the world. 

Lily Walker. 22 years old. The assistant manager at the PGS&G and *very* proud of it. Refuses to believe any weird shit. Always has a smile on her face but is like this close to just fucking losing it. The mom friend. Thinks she’s the token straight until she realizes that this is the kind of story where no one is straight and whoops she’s like hella bi. “Aren’t you tired of being nice? Do you ever just wanna go apeshit?”

Myla Heigel. R.I.P. queen. Was 20 when she kicked it. She’s like dead but also like ????. Big Dyke Energy. One of those people who smiles at you and gives you tea and then only after they’ve left have you realized that you gave them your social security number and credit card information. Walks up with her sundress and sandals and also like a crossbow. Super curious, could out-conspiracy Noah. Was investigating the weirdness behind the PGS&G before she died. Had a weird habit of recording everything on her tape recorder, which Lance picks up after Myla dies. 

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Yeah those are all my kids I love them all and love talking about them and I’m sorry this was so long but also like you’ve met me so is it really surprising?

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 Employee Security Animations London drew the group of characters who did not have genders or even natural skin colours, so we were able to easily form the workforce in a general way without discernment. For this section, we had a central character (Cai) who has a number of near dangerous situations going on around him, and yet just walks on by. The animation was comic in approach, it was not hopeful on voice-over or on-screen text to convey its message as the character tells the story.

  For Syngenta Employee Security Animations London created an information security animation that was required to show a crowd in home, city, and office environments. Due to the nature of the film, it was chief to the client that we used human characters, so we draw  a multitude of characters with other skin tones, ages, genders, hairstyles, and clothing so that we were not separated from any individual in any situation 

This was essential as in the animation we have a group of shady, criminal characters, and did not want to identify any special group of people.