#eva huang

[kyaikoo]

yee haw 🌾

[adamwatchesmovies]

Kung Fu Hustle (2004)

At first, Kung Fu Hustle looks like one kind of comedy: a spoof of period-piece martial arts films. You know the ones. They have these wildly exaggerated villains with demonic martial art skills, heroes with abilities that defy gravity but can only be unlocked once they achieve inner peace - while craving revenge -, a small population of hopeless wretches that need a savior and wild stunts - all of which are taken very seriously. At lampooning this genre, it’s masterful. We get many big laughs. And then, something changes. Suddenly, the movie becomes something else that recontextualizes everything you saw before…

In 1940s Shanghai, the notorious Axe Gang have the police in their pocket and everyone cowering. The only people who escape their attention are those linving in slums too poor to be worthy of their attention. In Pigsty Alley, petty crooks Sing (Stephen Chow) and Bone (Lam Chi-chung) attempt to extort the residents. To their surprise, everyone from the Landlady (Yuen Qiu) to her husband (Yuen Wah) to the tailor (Chiu Chi-ling) to the baker (Dong Zhihua) and the labourer Coolie (Xing Yu) turn out to be master martial artists. Humiliated, the Axe Gang retreats but it’s only a matter of time before they re-appear.

I listed the Landlady and her husband as expert fighters but this might not be the accurate description. This movie abides by its own set of rules, rules that seem to have been inspired by the Looney Tunes. Maybe the Landlord of Pig Sty Alley has super special skills. Maybe it was just funnier to have someone survive a fall from the top floor and shrug off being pummelled by their wife. When characters run, their legs turn into spinny circles with feet on the border. These slapstick laughs are a match made in heaven with kung fu movies. Sometimes, director Stephen Chow goes for the crass and juvenile jokes but most of the time, the writing is clever and subversive. The first scene has Sing attempt to pick an opponent from a crowd to show how tough he is. He keeps choosing someone who could obviously beat him and it's so good.

Kung Fu Hustle leaves you wanting to see more. What I mean is that it contains obvious references to popular film you’ve definitely seen - The Shining, Spider-man, The Matrix Reloaded - and others you haven’t because you’re just getting started with the martial arts genre. You’ll hear a line, you’ll see a detail in the background that makes you go “I bet you that’s a nod to something”. Sometimes, these Easter eggs can come off as the director showing off. Here, it displays a love for movies, an invitation for you to check out other pictures Chow loves so you can come back to "Kung Fu Hustle" and get the joke. You’ll want to, particularly once you see the big revelations this film has in store during the conclusion. You thought Kung Fu Hustle was just a parody but it’s also an homage. It loves the films its referring to and while making fun of them - in a way that’s never cynical - it also is one of those films. There’s so much to like.

If there’s one criticism to mention, it’s the special effects. Several have not aged well and look quite fake. Almost… cartoony. In a more serious film, it would be a big deal. Here? It’s almost part of the joke to have stunts no one could ever do in real life look completely unconvincing. At times, I even wondered if this was deliberate. Probably not but this movie is smart enough that it may have recognized its limitations and found a way to turn them into strengths.

Kung Fu Hustle is consistently hilarious, imaginative, lovingly crafted, thrilling and smart. I didn’t know what to expect going in but it blew me away. (Original Cantonese with English Subtitles, January 1, 2021)

[olivierdemangeon]

UNBREAKABLE SPIRIT (2018) ★★✭☆☆

UNBREAKABLE SPIRIT (2018) ★★✭☆☆

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13 artists, 13 love stories: #DAMUR SS25 @ TPEFW

#DAMUR’s show “13 Artists, 13 Love Stories” was presented on Sunday, October 20 at SCCP Warehouse No.5., leading the audience to explore the realities of love.

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[alldancersaretalented]

My fav solos this year

(please send anons or something, I'm down with bronchitis in 30°C weather :()

Solos

Avery Altobelli, Epic - "Heavenly Bodies" (Rudy Abreu)

Madisyn Amos, Elite Dance Pro - "A New Life" (Mandy Korpinen & Elizabeth Petrin)

Ellie Anbarden, P21 - "Somebody Help Me" (Madi Hicks)

Hallee Anderson, Larkin - "So This Is Love" (Kenzie Symanietz)

Harper Anderson, Concept Pavielle - "Paint It Black" (Brady Farrar)

Kennedy Anderson, VDA - "Come On Dreamer" (?)

Lilly Anderson, Larkin - "Cell Block Tango" (Michele Larkin)

Belle Marie Arauz, DT Miami - "How To Feel" (Ruby Castro)

Brielle Arias, Studio X - "Black And Gold" (Lia Dominique)

Finley Ashfield, Larkin - "Fools Who Dream" (Chelsea Jennings)

Melina Biltz, Rock - "Madness" (Crystal Huang)

Sofia Cuevas, Pave - "Locomotion" (?)

Kinley Cunningham, TheCREW - "Come Together" (Mollee Gray)

Aaliyah Dixon, Summit - "Take Me Oya" (Jay Jay Dixonbey)

Kensington Dressing, Evolve - "From The Ashes" (Chelsea Sebes)

Aria Du, Yoko's - "Je M'arreterai" (Megan Ellis)

Hope Edwards, OCPAA - "Winner Takes All"

Brinley Evans, Southern Strutt - "Silent Night" (?)

Gracyn French, P21 - "Chemtrails Over The Country Club" (Molly Long)

Kourtney Gampol, OCPAA - "Steam Heat" (Rachel Miller)

Regan Gerena, P21 - "That's Life" (Molly Long)

Lily Hackney, WFDC - "I Love You" (Gianna Adianez)

Sloane Hall, Southern Strutt - "Watch Me" (Leah Evans)

Lainey Hess, WFDC - "Between These Hands" (Gianna Adianez)

Reagan Hess, WFDC - "Twilight" (Gianna Adianez)

Izzy Howard, WDP - "Over It, Scene" (Maria Konrad)

Annsley Huff, Southern Strutt - "The Swan" (Shelby Barnes)

Desa Jankes, WFDC - "Find You" (Jessica Disalvo)

Eva Jimmerson, Renner - "A Mischievous Waltz" (Jordan Pelliteri)

Tayah Klimcuk, Pave - "Slow Me Down" (Courtney Schwartz)

Lily Knopps (Club) - "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend" (Ashley Moffitt)

Mya Lanigan, Evolve - "Breakin' Dishes" (Lauren Herb)

Esme Lee, OCPAA - "Bring On The Men" (?)

Jillian Mahan, OCPAA - "London Bridge" (Hannahlei Cabanilla)

Savannah Manzel, Larkin - "Flowers In May" (Chelsea Jennings)

Scarlett Manzel, Larkin - "What A Feeling" (Chelsea Jennings)

Kennedy Marble, Club - "Mr. Monotony" (Jaycee Wilkins)

Taylor Morrison, DC2 - "My Discarded Men" (Tanya Emmer)

Avery Olsen, OCPAA - "Woman"

Helena Olaerts, Mather - "She Used To Be Mine" (Shannon Mather)

Roxie Onellion, Base - "Amor" (Kelly Inskip)

Addyson Paul, Pave - "The Garden" (Courtney Schwartz)

Emily Polis, VDA - "When I Go" (Jessica Malafronte)

Mila Renae, Studio X - "Voila" (Fiorella Baclit)

Dylan Reuss, OCPAA - "Favorite Crime" (Amy Berokoff)

Lola Rodi, Evolve - "Heavenly Bodies" (Chelsea Sebes)

Amaya Rodriguez, DUC Miami - "3 Breaths" (Chelsea Sebes)

Elsie Sandall, Club - "Beneath The Mask" (Chelsea Jennings)

Emma Santos, Studio X - "Have A Little Faith" (Avery Cardozza)

Berkeley Scifres, P21 - "Cornet Man" (Molly Long)

Tatum Self, Club - "Gorgeous" (Jaycee Wilkins)

Everleigh Soutas, DCDF - "Something New" (Molly Long)

Kayleigh Stoler, Enthusiasm - "Medusa's Curse"

Sailor Stormoen, Larkin - "Bloom" (Chelsea Jennings)

Kiera Sun, WDP - "Mist" (Renee Kester)

Macey Strickland, WFDC - "Heavenly Bodies" (Chelsea Sebes)

Ellary Day Szyndlar, Club - "Over The Rainbow" (Mark Meismer :()

Sylvie Win Szyndlar, Club - "Magic Within Me" (Chantel Aguirre)

Ella Venerio, DUC Miami - "Beneath The Surface" (Chelsea Sebes)

Greta Wagner, Summit - "Me And The Devil" (?)

Tinsley Wallace, Renner - "Broken Wings" (Chelsea Sebes)

Skylar Wong, Woodbury - "Just A Room" (Ricky Ubeda)

Fiona Wu, Yoko's - "Voila" (Erin Lamoyne)

Aliyah Yen, P21 - "Mink, Schmink" (Molly Long)

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𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 - Gwendoline, Glinda, Celeste, Phoebe, Psyche, Ranni, Gwynevere, Rin, Evie, Rosa, Eva, Avery, Ashley, Catrina, Mary, Johanna, Maria, Astrid, Neriah, Bella, Belle,  Delilah, Gabriella, Valentina, Valerie, Venus, Ēostre, Vishali, Alice, Esther, Lynda, Ada, Iris, Daisy, Willow, Aurora, Memoria, Charlotte, Olivia, Emma, Dulcie, Amara, Amala, Claire, Dorothy, Diana, Aesira, Amanda, Maeve, Daphne, Irene, Cassandra, Gaia, Rhea, Cassiopeia, Camilla, Anastasia, Echo, Isis, Cybele, Phaedra, Rhaenyra, Maya, Hippolyte, Malenia, Daenerys, Cersei, Arae, Talia, Edith, Mio, Kyoko, Wanda, Uva, Dia, Usagi, Tsukiyomi, Charlie, Stella, Luna, Erza, Lucy, Verrine, Kali, Tara, Hathor, Anna, Nepthys, Khepra, Amrene, Kate, Jayne, June, Annie, Doris, Madeleine, Magnin, Isabel, Eve, Rose, Rosemary, Sydney, Ophelia, Ana, Amelia, Jasmine, Eliza, Tomoe, Maggie, Jill.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 - Marek, Vasper, Oscar, Felix, Ralph, Emory, Azariah, Alexis, Balthazar, Ramses, Shem, Jibri, Mercury, Eos, Namur, Luzbel, Gabriel, Kushim, Ravi, Indira, ba’al, melech, Mikhail, Dimitri, Jeremiah, Dius, Judus, William, James, Azriel, rodon, Ghidorah, Khaleesi, Adam, Adonis, Tyron, Marcus, Daemon, Louis, Jasper, Lestat, Astaroth, Horus, Maleketh, Mikael, Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah, Maacah, Sephtis, Cyrus, Abraham, Shesmu, Stefan, Nitäl, Aiden, An, Belua, Thatos, Gaelio, Eden, Ethan, Marzo, Harkos, Grims, Tyre, Saccharin, Gadreel, Neith, Set, Genos, Eisther, Oberon, Ka’el, Joseph, Hoshiyomi, Emelod, Leto, Thorn, Casimir, Astril, Arkmose, Demephius, Rue, Colin, Luka, Douglas, Mazoth, Nortek, Avalon, Luthinor, Adamas, Indra, Bradnall, Newt, Maul, Percy, Jack.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 - Meijer, Lugosi, Lee, Boucher, Talmai, Salvatore, Forbes, Avalon, Kaelux, Wong, Wang, Huang, Gyokuto, Choi, Lou, Angelou, Dague, Eliot, Urban, Medina, Graham, Robert, Anderson, Andromina, Dotter, March, Crowley, Ellis, Lockheart, Lovegood, Grendel, Mornings, Armas, Gadot, Bennett, Gozen, Cary, Harper, Ogilvie, Ewing, Rowe, Lackmos.

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 - Ambrose, The dirge, Cynder, Paraguay, Nowhere, Ember, Tartarus, Valcan, Twilight, The island of no return, Nightmare Vally, Eden, The fallen kingdom, Vally of shattered dreams, Themyscira, Rosario.

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welcome  back  ,  class  of  2014  !  i  was  so  glad  to  see  so  many  of  you  rsvp  yes to  attend  the  new  horizons  alumni  event  and  share  some  of  your  time  with  me  and  eventually  ,  the  student  body  .  please  ,  make  sure  you  reply  to  this  email  with  your  latest  contact  details  and  a  mailing  address  for  when  you  will  be  in  town  should  we  need  to  forward  on  information  packets  (  make  sure  your  ask  is  open  )  .  we  cannot  express  enough  how  deeply  we  appreciate  your  attendance  . 

CATALINA BLANCO ( eva de dominici ) penned by ali 

DANTE GORDON ( jonathan daviss ) penned by alma 

DION HUANG ( courtney eaton ) penned by mary

HELEN CARVALHO ( giovana cordeiro ) penned by di 

HOLLIS GIBBS ( corteon moore ) penned by ali 

IRIS ARGYLLE ( ella purnell ) played by di  

JODIE KINSKI ( daisy edgar jones ) penned by lauren 

KAI WILDER ( drew starkey ) penned by axel 

LEILAH AMIN ( pinar deniz ) penned by ci  

LUCARDO ADAN DELGARDO CABRERA ( enzo vogrincic ) played by mia 

MALCOLM WRIGHT ( paul mescal ) penned by b 

“MEENA” ANANYA SAOWALUK ( pat chayanit ) penned by idalis 

NICHOLAS LEHOY ( michael evans behling ) penned by ci 

NOEL CRAWFORD ( charles leclerc ) penned by maeve 

SANEM KEMAL ( ayca aysin turan ) penned by harper 

VINCENT ATWOOD ( mason gooding ) penned by harper 

ZAHRA MARINA BURCH ( maddison jaizani ) penned by mhai 

ZEPPELIN CARDOSO ( shawn mendes ) penned by axel 

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: M - stands for MEMELOR- nah it's just M 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: APR 24. 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Taurus Sun, Aries Moon & Gemini rising~ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5'3" KICK YOUR AS- nah i'm friendly i promise 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: Writing, video games, reading 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: pink! 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: King of Pride from the King of Sin series by Ana Huang ! (book changed my life man 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Track07 by Denzel Curry & Sir Officer Kenny Beats 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: Last Movie: Shrek 2 / TV Show: Grey's Anatomy 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: Im currently reading If We Ever Meet Again by Ana Huang 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: looootss of video games and tv shows that I love/grew up long. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: my future book series! It all starts with The Atlas' and i'm making a whole world just for them~ 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: There's an easter egg in the first Bayonetta game where Bayonetta herself holds two twin guns, it's Ebony & Ivory from DMC! Also Eva is mentioned as a witch who was contracted to a Legendary Dark Knight, this implies that Eva was an umbra witch and Vergil & Dante are able to use magic!!!

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[figureskatingfanblog]

2023/24 International Selection Pool

The International Selection Pool (ISP) includes junior- and senior-level athletes and teams who meet criteria approved by the U.S. Figure Skating International Committee. These athletes and teams are eligible to be considered for assignment to international competitions.    

List as of 8/13/2023

Men

William Annis

Lucas Broussard

Nicholas Brooks

Jason Brown

Lorenzo Elano

Goku Endo

Aleksandr Fegan

Kirk Haugeto

Jonathan Hildebrandt

Tomoki Hiwatashi

Liam Kapeikis

Lucius Kazanecki

Joseph Klein

Kai Kovar

Alexander Liu

Zachary LoPinto

Jimmy Ma

Ilia Malinin

Daniel Martynov

Samuel Mindra

Antonio Monaco

Daniil Murzin

Maxim Naumov

Nhat-Viet Nguyen

Yaroslav Paniot

Camden Pulkinen

Jacob Sanchez

Taira Shinohara

Beck Strommer

Andrew Torgashev

Michael Xie

Robert Yampolsky

Maxim Zharkov

Women

Starr Andrews

Sonia Baram

Mia Barghout

Juliana Barshay

Alena Budko

Annika Chao

Elsa Cheng

Ela Cui

Ting Cui

Sarah Everhardt

Alexa Gasparotto

Lilah Gibson

Amber Glenn

Gracie Gold

Hanna Harrell

Jill Heiner

Hannah Herrera

Sonja Hilmer

Logan Higase-Chen

Athena Huang

Jiaying Ellyse Johnson

Jessica Jurka

Mia Kalin

Ella Kim

Teryn Kim

Katie Krafchik

Josephine Lee

Michelle Lee

Soho Lee

Isabeau Levito

Elyce Lin-Gracey

Hannah Lofton

Cleo Park

Nicole Park

Maryn Pierce

Clare Seo

Katie Shen

Audrey Shin

Phoebe Stubblefield

Bradie Tennell

Lindsay Thorngren

Lindsay Wang

Wren Warne-Jacobsen

Sherry Zhang

Adele Zheng

Ava Ziegler

Pairs

Emily Chan and Spencer Howe

Olivia Flores and Luke Wang

Ellie Kam and Danny O'Shea

Chelsea Liu and Balazs Nagy

Isabelle Martins and Ryan Bedard

Maria Mokhova and Ivan Mokhov

Valentina Plazas and Maximiliano Fernandez

Anastasiia Smirnova and Danil Siianytsia

Naomi Williams and Lachlan Lewer

Adele Zheng and Andy Deng

Ice Dance

Kristina Bland and Matthew Sperry

Emily Bratti and Ian Somerville

Oona Brown and Gage Brown

Helena Carhart and Volodymyr Horovyi

Christina Carreira and Anthony Ponomarenko

Madison Chock and Evan Bates

Amy Cui and Kenny Ekchert

Julia Epps and Blake Gilman

Isabella Flores and Ivan Desyatov

Caroline Green and Michael Parsons

Jenna Hauer and Benjamin Starr

Kaitlin Hawayek and Jean-Luc Baker

Olivia Ilin and Dylan Cain

Raffaella Koncius and Alexey Shchepetov

Anya Lavrova and Jonathan Rogers

Angela Ling and Caleb Wein

Lorraine McNamara and Anton Spiridonov

Caroline Mullen and Brendan Mullen

Leah Neset and Artem Markelov

Eva Pate and Logan Bye

Elliana Peal and Ethan Peal

Yahli Pedersen and Jeffrey Chen

Katarina Wolfkostin and Dmitry Tsarevski

Emilea Zingas and Vadym Kolesnik

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My 2023 reads:

January

1. The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

01/01/23 - 08/01/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

2. Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo

09/01/23 - DNF

⭐️⭐️⭐️

FEBRUARY

3. Scythe - Neal Shusterman

27/01/23 - 28/02/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

March

4. The death cure - James Dashner

03/03/23 - 09/03/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

5. The mirror man - Lars Kepler

09/03/23 - 15/03/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

6. Medusa - Jessie Burton

16/03/23 - 17/03/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

April

7. The inheritance games - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

24/03/23 - 02/04/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

8. Survive the night - Riley Sager

10/04/23 - 12/04/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

9. The house across the lake - Riley Sager

12/04/23 - 17/04/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.8

10. The hypnotist - Lars Kepler

17/04/23 - 25/04/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

11. Twisted Games - Ana Huang

26/04/23 - 28/04/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

12. Twisted Love - Ana Huang

30/04/23 - 30/04/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.9

May

13. The Alpha and his mate - B E Wakeford

01/05/23 - 02/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

14. The Alpha’s Saviour - Reece Bardon

02/05/23 - 03/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

15. Distance - Luna Mason

03/05/23- 04/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

16. The Alpha’s Mate - Ava Gray

05/05/23-06/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

17. Mated to the Alpha - J.M Clarke

06/05/23 - 07/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.3

18. Silent Luna - Sabrina Noury

07/05/23 - 08/05/23

⭐️⭐️.5

19. Throne of deception - Adrianna Brinne

08/05/23 - 09/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

20. Shift - Heather Mackinnon

11/05/23 - 13/05/23

⭐️⭐️.5

21. The wolf’s wild mate - Ava Gray

14/05/23 - 15/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

22. Saving his mate - Ava Gray

15/05/23 - 15/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

23. Taken By a sinner - Michael Heard

16/05/23 - 16/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

24. Keeping my girl - Angela Snyder

17/05/23 - 19/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

25. Taken by the Pack - Laura Wylde

20/05/23- 20/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

26. Ruin - Samantha Towle

21/05/23 - 24/05/23

⭐️⭐️

27. Fighting for his mate - Ava Gray

27/05/23 - 30/05/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

28. Her defender bear - Scarlett Grove

03/06/23 - 03/06/23

⭐️⭐️.5

29. The fine print - Lauren Asher

01/06/23 - 04/06/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

June

30. Cold blooded alpha - Eva Bale

09/06/23 - 09/06/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

31. Her two alphas - Julia Sparks

10/06/23 - 10/06/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

32. Saving his fated mate - Marie Mason

10/06/23 - 12/06/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

33. Kidnapped by my mate - Elle Adams

12/06/23 - DNF

⭐️⭐️

34. Broken rules - I.A Dice

18/06/23 - 25/06/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

35. Done and Dusted - Lyla Sage

25/06/23 - 28/06/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

36. Against the clock - Brittany Kelly

30/06/23 - 02/07/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

July

37. Local woman missing - Mary Kubica

02/07/23 - 06/07/23

⭐️⭐️

38. Owned by a sinner - Michelle Heard

06/07/23 - 08/07/23

⭐️⭐️

39. Scoring wilder - R.S Grey

10/07/23 - 13/07/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

40. Sleet kitten - S.J Tilly

20/07/23 - 23/07/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

41. The haunting of Lannister hall - Amy cross

24/07/23 - 30/07/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

42. Tis the damn season - Kimi Freeman

31/07/23 - 01/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

August

43. Thin Ice - Ava Gray

01/08/23 - 04/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

44. Shatter me - Tahereh Mafi

03/08/23 - 04/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

45. Destroy me - Tahereh Mafi

07/08/23 - 07/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

46. Buddy reads - Dhara Shah

01/08/23 - 15/08/23

⭐️⭐️

47. Unravel me - Tahereh Mafi

08/08/23 - 16/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

48. Good girl for the bikers - Stephanie Brother

21/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

49. Secret Baby for the bikers - Stephanie Brother

21/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

49. The thief - Tara Crescent

19/08/23 - 22/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

50. Alpha Wolf - Rune hunt

22/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

51. Rejected wolf - Rune Hunt

22/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

52. Goddess Wolf - Rune Hunt

22/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

53. Finding somewhere to belong - C.C Masters

22/08/23 - 23/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

54. Finding Anna - C.C Masters

23/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

55. Finding the fire within - C.C Masters

23/08/23 - 24/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

56. Finding the power within - C.C Masters

23/08/23 - 25/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

57. Vicious saint - L.C Wilcox

25/08/23 - 26/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

58. Annie’s valentine Bikers - Alys Fraser

26/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

59. Will - Juli Hill

26/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

60. Fourth wing - Rebecca Yarros

26/08/23 - 30/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

61. Puppy Love - Katelyn Beckett

30/08/23

⭐️⭐️.5

62. Fracture me - Tahereh Mafi

30/08/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

September

63. Her second chance shifter romance - L. MacNourghton

02/09/23 - 03/09/23

ARC READ!!

⭐️⭐️

64. Unlikely mate - Candace Ayers

03/09/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

65. Fated to the alpha - Skye Alder

03/09/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️

66. Prom Queen - Laura wolfe

04/09/23 - 08/09/23

ARC READ!!

⭐️⭐️

67. A curse of blood and wolves - Melissa McTernan

03/09/23 - 13/09/23

ARC READ!!

⭐️⭐️⭐️

68. The housemaid - Freida McFadden

13/09/23 - 14/09/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

69. Brothers of blood - J.T patten

17/09/23 - 17/09/23

ARC READ!!

⭐️

70. Merciless - Tracy Lorraine

16/09/23 - 20/09/23

ARC READ!!

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

71. A court of thornes and roses - Sarah J. Maas

23/09/23 - 28/09/23

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Maybe I’m Blind

They swam out into the bay. Swam until their muscles screamed for pause, and kept on swimming until they reached the sleek, pill-shaped vessel.

Metal rungs allowed them to climb onto the submarine. Two men in black suits stood atop the submersible, armed with automatic weapons, and they nodded in greeting to the woman and the girl.

The woman, Evangeline, nodded in response. The young girl, Hien, hid behind her. Without losing a word, one of the armed men gestured down the open hatch into the sub, and the woman and the girl obliged.

More metal rungs, now descending a narrow ladder. Metal clanked and pressure valves hissed. The armed men followed them down and closed and sealed the hatch behind them.

The underwater coffin soon rumbled to life and glided into the ocean. Descending.

And so began their journey west, submerged under leagues of water, occupying quarters in a claustrophobically cramped environment made entirely of metal and plastics.

Hien said nothing but her face was a mask of silent terror. The prepubescent girl fidgeted at every odd sound with eyes constantly wide. Eva spent most of the time distracting the girl with games they could play in the tiny cabin they were permitted to use.

When Hien tried to take a nap—and could not sleep the entire time, twisting and turning and keeping her eyes closed without rest—Eva took a tour of the underwater vessel and learned quickly that it was part of a fleet operated by the Devonlake Company.

Eva had been on edge already, but this just sharpened that edge into a blade.

The Devonlake Company. A mercenary outfit notorious for massacres they had caused in the hotbed conflict zones where they had been hired by Allied Forces. Controversies surrounding their activities forced the Alliance to sever all defense contracts with Devonlake, but the ruthless reputation they earned had made them the number one choice of hire for the ruthless.

Though the crew of this vessel spoke little, their attempts at being accommodating and friendly to their two passengers struck a bad chord with Eva. Hien must have sensed it too. Though the girl had said nothing to anybody but her in the privacy of their cabin, Eva could tell she was instinctively tense around the hired guns in their tight black jumpsuits.

And she was right to feel that way.

The crew’s captain stopped her during her second tour through the sub, and asked her to come alone.

Through a maze of corridors and small doorway hatches where everybody had to duck down to not bump their heads, the officer escorted her into a special control room. There was nobody else there.

He said, “Knock when you’re done.”

Then he closed the door behind himself and left Eva alone in this strange chamber.

There was a smooth black bench and a seat bolted to the floor by it, with a wide monitor mounted on the wall above the bench. A red light rhythmically blinked with a communications icon emblazoned beneath it. Eva took a seat, a deep breath, and then pressed the button.

The monitor sprang to life, almost blindingly bright in comparison to the dim lights throughout the rest of the submarine. The screen’s display was split into four sections and in the bottom right, she saw herself mirrored by a camera feed hidden behind the tiny hole on the monitor’s frame, complete with all the little cuts in her face that had yet to fully heal. The bottom left was black, and in the top right of the screen was a moving image of Huang Chen.

Still holding a phone to his ear and appearing to be listening to someone on the other line, Chen cracked a crooked smile in a quiet remote greeting to Eva, but it was tired, and never reached his eyes. Maybe it carried something nervous.

Her expression mirrored his in response.

The top left quarter switched from black to the image of a man she had never spoken to before. She had seen his picture before—in TV interviews, newspaper photos, and on magazine covers. A handsomely symmetrical face, but with the predatory gaze of a shark, framed by slicked back hair.

Desmond Sharpe.

Billionaire, “philanthropist”, CEO of Sharpe Industries, and the money bags behind its many subsidiaries—including Devonlake Company, she presumed.

Whatever semblance of a smile Eva and Chen had just granted each other, seeing this man wiped any shred of sympathy from their faces. Chen lowered the phone, thumbed it to an ensuing BEEP, and stuffed it into his inner jacket pocket before straightening his collar and necktie.

Sharpe spoke with a voice that lingered on the precipice between silk and smoke.

“Hello, Princess. A pleasure to finally meet you, and always a pleasure to speak to royalty. A shame that it’s not truly in person, but I’m sure we can arrange something if you would do me the honor.”

Not a single word of his sounded sincere. It was more likely a combination of stock phrases that Sharpe was prone to use in his everyday business.

“Mister Sharpe,” Eva replied. “And Mister Chen, thank you for arranging this…”

“Unusual meeting, yes,” Chen added, picking up the slack where Eva’s thoughts trailed off.

“Yes,” Sharpe agreed. “And auspicious, I’d say. It’s rare to have a chance at extending a helping hand to the crown of an Alliance Nation so directly. I must say I’m—”

Eva interrupted. “Can we cut to the chase? What’s your business here?”

Sharpe narrowed his eyes for a split second. Just long enough to relay irritation. Nobody spoke to him like that. There was royalty, and then there was Desmond Sharpe.

“Right, to the point, then. I appreciate that, because I only have so much time in the day to spare.”

“Wouldn’t wanna keep you,” Eva said, unable to fully mask a sneer.

“Yes, well, as you are aware, despite all charity efforts lanced by my family’s estate, I am no charity myself. And the favor I now extend to you comes with quite the price tag to my personal accounts. You would be amazed what the maintenance on this vessel costs, let alone the fuel. Not to mention the rates of Devonlake’s finest—”

“Please, again, get to the point,” Eva said, scowling more with each passing second.

“Yes, the point. One hand washes the other. I have a business proposal for you, Princess. I would appreciate if you accepted—as a token of thanks for your trip back home to our fine country.”

“And what if I say no?” Eva said with a sigh. “We have to swim across the ocean?”

“Please, do hear me out first,” Sharpe said. His hollow use of the word “please” was not a condition, asking for someone to indulge the words that followed. It was an empty word he used to preface an order. “There are no strings attached to your ferry home. You can still say ‘no’ to my proposal—and no hard feelings.”

Eva knew there would be hard feelings between them, regardless of the rest of their conversation.

She just nodded, having had enough of snapping back at Sharpe, and wanting to end this group call as quickly as possible.

“Excellent,” Sharpe said. A cat meowed in the background and the self-important CEO steepled his fingers in front of himself. “I have need of someone with your particular set of skills and your personal motivation—I need someone to infiltrate the M-Tek laboratory and gather intelligence for me.”

Both Eva and Chen arched a brow simultaneously.

“Doesn’t M-Tek belong to Sharpe Industries?” she asked him.

“Yes, that is correct. But I need an outsider for this particular task. I think no person other than someone of your caliber is suited for this. You see, I suspect there is a leak in the M-Tek facility. And I was overjoyed to hear I could help you out because you had just come to my attention recently.”

“Sorry, I don’t do autographs,” she retorted.

Sharpe emitted an abrupt guffaw.

“It just so happened to my reach my radar that you were investigating something at my shipyard in New Port City. Please, allow me.”

His attention turned to something off screen, a loud click followed, and the fourth black panel on Eva’s screen winked on to life.

It displayed the red encircled “M” graffiti on the wall.

“You know what I’m talking about. I believe we have a common enemy,” Sharpe said, returning his piercing gaze to the camera. “I have a hunch you know who this ‘M’ is, and you can help me fix a little problem of my own regarding them.”

“Really? I’m not sure we’re enemies exactly. As little as I know, this ‘M’ hasn’t done anything to offend me yet.”

“The recent news of a shootout on the streets of New Port City—which, according to my observations, involved you on a motorcycle, Princess—well, the circumstances suggest otherwise.”

“Look, if these terrorists are causing you any damages, I recommend you take it up with the proper channels and authorities. Why bother with me?”

“Ah! There’s the word. Terrorists. And thieves. Have you noticed how their graffiti is on grounds of different companies that are all subsidiaries of Sharpe Industries?”

“Your network’s big and it’s easier to evade taxes when the complexity of it borders on the incomprehensible,” she said.

He smirked.

She added, “No, I have not noticed that. Again—what do you want with me that the city’s bureau of investigation can’t solve? And why not just use your trigger-happy rent-a-cops when they’re done moonlighting as a submarine crew?”

Sharpe tilted his head back. Though his expression remained a stony mask of indifference, his irritation with Eva grew to mirror her sentiments towards him.

“There is a high likelihood of a leak in M-Tek, and I want an outsider to pinpoint it and shore up the hole. I cannot trust anybody from the ranks of my own companies with this matter, because they may already be compromised, or part of this obscure terrorist faction.”

He clicked something and the image of the graffiti disappeared, making way to some sort of indecipherable bar graph.

“What you see here are the losses we calculate whenever a disgruntled employee leaks information to the public, our tech goes missing from our premises and ends up on the black market, or corporate espionage from rivals putting out competing solutions ends up affecting our annual gross.”

He clicked again and a second graph appeared below the other.

“And these are the losses we marked in the last two quarters since ‘M’ has been making moves in New Port City.” He paused. “Do you see the difference?”

Just before Eva could exasperatedly remark that she, in fact, could not, Chen interjected with a furrowed brow, “Almost no losses. Curious.”

“Precisely,” Sharpe said. “And that is far more worrisome, my friends. That means that whoever is stealing from my businesses—and I believe it is this ‘M’—they are keeping what they steal to themselves. I should not have to remind you of just how cutting-edge M-Tek’s innovations are. In the wrong hands…”

Eva crossed her arms in frustration. Frustrated because he was selling her on this. Still, she felt the need to play hard-to-get. Sharpe was not the kind of person she wanted to be associated with.

“Alright. So, someone is robbing you of your high-tech toys before you can sell to the highest bidder yourself—someone is hoarding them. What was it you said at the beginning? You’re no charity, Mister Sharpe. What’s your angle?”

He raised a hand, counting down his reasons with a finger outstretched each.

“One—you close a leak for me. Two—I will have you outfitted with the best tech I can provide to help you on the operation, which will serve as a test run for the equipment, as well as a test run for M-Tek’s security. Three—and this one may interest you as much as it does myself—we learn who this ‘M’ is, what they want, and we put a stop to them. I consider the latter a public service because I reckon these terrorists may become an international threat sooner or later. The rest may be selfishly motivated, but I believe whatever affects me and my company now may affect everybody in the future. I prefer getting on top of things.”

“Fine. Enough already. You convinced me. I will need full access to—”

“Ah-ah-ah,” Sharpe interrupted her, wagging a finger. “Here’s the real catch you asked about. This will be a covert operation. Security inside of M-Tek premises is so tight that your arrival cannot be announced. Your esteemed royal status also affords no chance at recognition, and we have facial recognition technology that would alert everybody to who you are in an instant. Anything but going in full-dark may tip off the thieving mole to our little joint venture.”

“Fantastic. Let me guess, the security outfit is authorized to use lethal force on intruders?”

“Yes. I’m afraid—and grateful alike—that your Crown grants us generous extraterritorial rights when it comes to defending company grounds.”

The smile across his lips was thin and sinister.

Eva jutted out her jaw. Her hands itched to punch Sharpe in the face. Unfortunately, it would have only busted the screen in front of her.

He continued, “I understand your concern. But I assure you, the tools at your disposal will give you an edge.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Eva said, “I think I’ve changed my mind. This is starting to sound like a suicide mission.”

“Not really. If things take a turn for the worse, let yourself get identified, and I can prevent any debacle from reaching the media, and my employees will know better than anybody not to harm you in the slightest. They may be a bit… rough when they escort you off-grounds, but you should come out as healthy as you entered. If you are as good as I hear through the grapevine, that is.”

“The same does not extend to the mole. I need to get them out alive if we want to know more about ‘M’.”

“Yes, of course. I agree. I have full confidence in your ability to handle this matter. Don’t ask me how, but I gained access to your service record—the unredacted files—”

“Alright, enough,” Chen growled. “Are you going anywhere with this? Eva, you don’t have to do this. I for my part have heard enough. This is not what we talked about, Desmond.”

Twitching, the corners of Sharpe’s lips curled into another fiendish smile.

“As I said—if you say no, there will be no hard feelings,” Sharpe replied.

Eva was so tempted to turn this rich bastard down just to spite him, but she had learned a lesson recently. She somehow found it in herself to consider cooperation. Mostly, she wanted to get back home and back with all the people she cared about, starting with Hien.

A new lead on “M” would just be a cherry on top.

She sliced through the silence with sharply resolute words.

“I’m in.”

Chen’s face cycled through uncharacteristically expressive emotions written across it. Surprise, confusion, irritation, disapproval, and embittered acceptance.

“Perfect,” Sharpe said, steepling his fingers. “I knew you would see things my way.”

In fact, she did not see things his way. But this may have been several birds with the same stone for her, as well.

“Oh—one more thing,” Sharpe added. “The R&D you may see in the M-Tek laboratory is top secret. I trust that someone with integrity such as yours will not speak of what you see there, even without the threat of litigation. You of all people causing me financial losses would not be a good look.”

Eva squinted and asked, “Why, is there something dubious going on there?”

Sharpe smiled again. “Even if there was, we wouldn’t want that to come out. Given the history between Sharpe Industries and your Crown, I think it would reflect badly on all of us.” He paused and tapped his lips theatrically. “Then again, nothing that my company couldn’t scrub away with some good PR and spin. The reputation of the royal family and the monarchy as a conceptual whole, on the other hand—”

“Enough of this,” Chen snapped. “You’ve made your point. She agreed. I believe we’re done here.”

Sharpe’s smile faded ever so slightly.

“I trust it is an implicit agreement of silence between us. There’s no need to sign anything as far as I’m concerned,” Sharpe said. “Your word is worth more than gold, Princess.”

She finally answered, “Oh, don’t sweat it. I don’t kiss and tell.”

He smirked.

“Then I will arrange for everything. When you arrive in the next port, an agent of mine will take care of your further travel needs, and a man by the name of Ghostwall will provide you with the special equipment. As you will be staying undercover from here on out, what codename do you want us to use in safe transmissions?”

Eva did not think for long.

“Swan.”

“Excellent. I wish you a pleasant rest of your journey. It was truly an honor.”

Still, not a single word of his sounded honest. All calculation. All poisoned.

Nobody said anything in response to that.

“Goodbye,” Sharpe said. His corner of the screen winked out, going dark.

Chen frowned.

“Are you sure about this? You can still back out. He can’t force you to do anything.”

“I’m a big girl, Huang. I can handle myself.”

Now she was lying. She was worried about how this would turn out.

But it was a perfect opportunity to learn more about “M”—and perhaps dig up dirt on Sharpe.

She would not be intimidated by his threats.

All she worried about now were the others.

“Huang, I—”

“Yes?”

“Can you arrange to pick up Hien? The girl who joined me in leaving the DMZ. I want her escorted into Lex’s care before I meet with this Ghostwall character. And I want you to brief Lex about everything we can spare to talk about. She can keep quiet.”

“Still debts to square I see,” he said with a crooked grin, then turned serious again. “I will do that. Anything else?”

Eva nodded several times over, as she pondered the precise words to relay.

“Yes. Please tell Lex that I want to meet her when this is all over. That I will tell her everything in my own words. And that I’m sorry for being a burden.”

Chen stared into the camera for a long while. Then he nodded.

“I’ll pass it on. Goodbye, Evangeline. And… good luck.”

She wanted to quip about not needing luck, but she needed luck more than anything, and luck had been almost consistently rotten lately. She smiled.

“Bye, Huang. Catch you on the flipside.”

His corner of the screen winked out, leaving only a black rectangle.

Eva tapped the monitor’s switch to turn it off. She got up to leave. The only door leading outside this cramped quarter was locked. She knocked.

No answer.

Her fist thumped harder against it.

Finally, she heard something click and then a lock disengaged. The door opened, and the same musclebound Devonlake captain gestured for her to lead the way back to the cabin where Hien awaited.

On the way back, from behind her, he asked, “Your face is awfully familiar. Are you—”

“No.”

She could almost hear the smugness, sensing a shit-eating grin on his face. Eva would avoid talking to the Devonlake crew for the rest of their trip.

Miles and miles away, in the M-Tek building, two security guards dressed in black rode downwards on a long elevator ride.

16th floor.

“There’s this new game show where they have contestants cook off against each other to determine which kingdom’s cuisine is superior,” said one of them, breaking the awkward silence.

“That sounds stupid,” replied the other in a low grumble.

10th floor.

“That’s not all there is to it. See, the contestants also have to dress as royalty of each kingdom, but in outfits that are, like, hundreds of years old? And the cuisine has to be made outta ingredients they would have had back then, too.”

5th floor.

The other guard groaned loudly.

“Come on, man. Do you hate fun? Always bitching and moaning about everything. Don’t you watch TV?”

Ground floor.

“No,” said the other. “TV sucks. I can’t believe you’re frying your brain with that garbage.”

2nd floor below ground level.

“Oh, and what? Practicing on a singing career while you’re whacking off to the lousy training videos here? I bet you’re—"

The access grate from the ceiling dropped like a rock and rattled on the floor between them, prompting confused looks from both security guards, directed at the object and not its source.

A female figure clad entirely in black dropped through the hole left open from the missing grate, landing between them like a cat. Grunts and shouts erupted between the three figures, but the fight was surprisingly short.

A furious kick pinned one of them by the neck against a corner, a volley of punches knocked the wind out of the other, and when the first whipped out a taser rod, she deflected his jab with the crackling weapon and sent it flying into the crotch of the other, who comically wobbled around while getting shocked until he joined the grate on the floor.

The second pushed free from the intruder’s boot but she landed strikes from his shins up to his face, with the final quick one-two punch making him see stars. He flew back into the mirroring wall of the elevator which cracked upon impact, then passed out. She snatched an ID badge from his chest and yanked, ripping some fabric off with it and pocketing the item.

A soft DING preceded the elevator final halt. Its doors slid open at the 7th floor below ground level.

The black-suited intruder slipped out, sticking to one side of the dimly lit corridor, slinking right underneath a camera sweeping the hall. She tossed a tiny green-blinking object up to the camera, and it magnetically clung to the device’s surface with a soft thwup. The camera stopped pivoting altogether.

The intruder sprang into motion and jogged down the corridor, coming to a stop behind a milky-white glass door with the M-Tek logo emblazoned on it, above a sticker sign that warned employees of the consequences of not having their ID badge on display at all times.

Here, she paused and produced a long handgun from the myriads of odd tools on her belt, then pressed the stolen ID badge from the guard against the magnetic reader next to the glass door.

A green light flared up above the door, and it slid open sideways with a soft hiss.

The intruder jogged inside, immediately ducking beneath rows of glossy marble planters which provided an almost sickeningly fake rendition of a jungle, with all manners of ferns and palm trees in this underground lobby. A stunningly elaborate mural on the walls had been painted to make the chamber look even more like another place entirely, with a mountainous horizon and a sea on the opposite side. Red leather couches lined the center square of this recreational lobby.

When the next door opened and some darkhaired woman in a white lab coat entered, she stared down the barrel of the intruder’s gun for a second that felt like forever. Then she slowly raised her hands. The badge hanging from her chest pocket read: Doctor Ida Sverigund.

“Don’t shoot. I’ll do anything you say,” said the scientist calmly.

The intruder quietly ushered her to turn around with a painful clutch on her shoulder, shoving the lab coat-clad woman right back through the door, keeping the gun squarely trained on her back.

This led them down a hallway branching off into high-ceilinged chambers separated by glass windows, containing rows of towering tanks. Each chromed tank had a tiny porthole and bubbling purple liquid behind it.

The whole place thrummed with magic.

Machines belched out steam behind sealed metal doors.

Said Doctor Sverigund, “What do you want? Maybe I can help—"

She was shoved more forcefully.

The intruder’s mask distorted the voice of its wearer when she replied in a menacing monotone, “Shut up and keep moving.”

“I can lead you to the most valuable research if you promise not to—”

Another shove.

“What part of ‘shut up’ do you not understand?” threatened the intruder, poking Sverigund in the back with the pistol. Arriving at the end of the corridor and ignoring all the strange rooms on the way after casting a glance into each of them, she ordered, “Door.”

Doctor Sverigund lifted her badge to the magnetic lock, and it emitted a beep. This next door was made of shiny metal and completely opaque. It swished ominously when it slid open. The badge zipped back on a cord and slapped against Sverigund’s chest, and the intruder pushed her into a security checkpoint with a metal detector and some lockers.

Eyes went wide. A security guard and a scientist had been idling about in this room, their deer-in-headlights frozen body language conveying that they had been flirting with one another before the interruption, surprised by the intruder.

The security guard’s hand went to a submachine gun on the desk, but he took a dart to the neck before he could reach it, then stumbled backwards, tearing down a folding chair behind the desk as he keeled over. The other scientist emitted a clipped but terrified shriek, hands shooting up in the air and trembling like a dry leaf in the wind, immediately begging for mercy.

The intruder said, “Get down on the ground, hands behind your head.”

She complied. Then the intruder shot her in the back with another dart, provoking a gasp before robbing the scientist of her consciousness.

The intruder turned around and grabbed Sverigund by an arm before the doctor could run. Twisted the arm. Though Sverigund’s face contorted in pain, she made no according sound, just gritting her teeth.

“Next door,” commanded the intruder.

“Wait. Wait! There’s a security turret—without Jackson’s retina scan, it will activate if we continue on without his authorization,” said the coat.

The intruder motioned to grab the unconscious security guard but was immediately interrupted by Sverigund.

“No use. The system can tell if a subject is dead or unconscious. It can even—”

“I don’t need the instruction manual. Speak up sooner next time.”

“You shot him with that tranq pistol before anybody could have possibly said anything!”

The intruder pushed her up against the next door.

“What kind of turret? Where is it placed? And open this door. Now.”

Sverigund used her badge to unlock the next door. Something buzzed, but it opened. Every light around them turned red.

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen them in use!”

“Stay down,” said the intruder, wrangling Doctor Sverigund till she dropped to her knees and waited there.

The intruder’s black-helmeted head featured a sinister-looking breathing mask—though all designed for efficiency, the sharp edges and angular shape lent it a vaguely demonic air. She poked it outside the next door. A split-second after she withdrew her head, a machine gun spat bullets at the doorway.

THUM-THUM-THUN-THUM-THUM-THUN-THUM-THUM-THUN-THUN-THWUNK.

The metal door ate the final shot, the rest of the high caliber bullets had chipped away at concrete walls where the intruder’s head had poked out from.

“Stay down,” the intruder repeated. At the same time, she holstered the dart pistol and produced a long cylindrical tube which she screwed onto a second gun.

She tumbled out into the adjacent corridor. Through the thick window, Sverigund witnessed the intruder roll to a stop on her knees—she fired the silenced gun several times.

It all happened so quickly that the turret could not respond with more automated gunfire. A gatling gun drooped into view, hanging in shambles from a mechanical arm that was mounted inside a small metal niche on the ceiling, the secret panel originally concealing it now busted and dangling down. Sparks sporadically jumped from the bowels of the niche.

Returning to Doctor Sverigund before she could run, the fleet-footed intruder grabbed her by the collar and dragged her back up onto her feet.

“How many people work here? Speak.”

She poked Sverigund in the side with the substantially more lethal silenced pistol.

The doctor stammered out a string of broken thoughts and sentences that died on the way out of her mouth, correcting herself multiple times.

“Eight. Eight! No more than eight at all times. Company policy.”

The intruder shoved her aside, kicked in a door, and found an interview room behind it—a windowless little cell with folding metal chairs and a bare table in between them. It was cold and impersonal. More like an interrogation room.

Out of nowhere, someone exclaimed, “What in the damned Hells is going on h—”

A man descending a circular flight of stairs gripped his neck where the needle of a dart was suddenly stuck in it, and he began rolling down the rest of the steps in what looked like a painful series of slow, little falls.

When he landed on the floor in front of them and stopped moving, the intruder pointed to the stairs.

“What is up there?”

“Uh—uh, just restrooms, offices. Lockers, showers,” Sverigund answered.

“Who’s not there right now?”

“I don’t know! I was just on my way home before—”

“Move,” the intruder ordered, shoving Sverigund to go up the stairs instead of following any of the branching hallways.

They took wide steps over the unconscious scientist on the ground and ascended.

In an office, two scientists were focused on a whiteboard. One of them stood in front of the board, biting his lip as he was trying to solve an equation, while the other sat at her desk, shoveling what looked like cold noodles from a plastic cup into her mouth with a pair of chopsticks.

They both slowly turned their heads, dumbfounded, when they saw who was standing in the door. They did not even manage to make any noteworthy sounds before the sedatives in the darts kicked in, one sticking out of the chest of the guy by the whiteboard and one out of the neck of the young scientist eating ramen. The terrified looks on their faces spoke volumes to their surprise. The guy with the whiteboard pen dropped like a sack of potatoes and the other scientist’s head splashed in spilled soup, falling asleep at her desk.

“If you’re not lying, that leaves only two more,” said the intruder, yanking at Sverigund’s shoulder and pushing her farther along.

Clicking and clacking sounds accompanied her reloading of the tranquilizer pistol.

With her hostage at arm’s length and a jab of the silenced pistol between the shoulder blades to keep her motivated in moving, they swept through the locker and shower rooms, finding them all deserted.

“It’s not too late to surrender,” the doctor muttered without turning around.

She flinched when she expected the intruder to hit her, but no such action followed.

“Fat chance,” said the intruder, chortling. The electronic distortion delivered by the mask made it sound raspier, sinister. “I’m only getting out of here in one of two ways. Either walking out with what I want, or in a body bag. Do you understand?”

Sverigund nodded. Then said, “The remaining two people are scientists. Please don’t hurt them. There should be two guards on the way to change shifts with the checkpoint officer and the one you shot on the stairs.”

“No concern now,” said the intruder.

They looped back and descended the stairwell, stepping over the unconscious guard at the bottom and entering another corridor.

A gatling gun rattled away, shaving chunks of concrete off the walls, and tearing up the floor. Before Sverigund knew what was happening, the wind was knocked out of her as she hit the ground, having been yanked back and tossed aside like a ragdoll.

In a lull of the turret’s shooting, the intruder aimed her silenced gun around the corner and blazed away. Something exploded and she ducked back behind the door. Then she grabbed Sverigund and pulled her back up onto her feet.

“You’re not going to kill anybody?” asked the doctor.

“Unlike your employer, whose turrets don’t distinguish between valued employees and armed robbers.”

She grabbed her and shoved her along once more.

The corridor took them to an intersection where numerous labs glowed with bright light, separated by tall glass windows, and sliding doors secured with airlocks.

The intruder swept her weapons back and forth and gave Sverigund another unpleasant push with the butt of a gun to keep moving. One of the airlocks hissed. The intruder swiveled to point her guns at it.

Announcing his presence was a scientist in a lab coat who had decided that day to play hero. Someone who had decidedly seen way too many action movies and possessed far too little training with the firearm in his hands to pose a real threat.

“You’re goin’ down!” he shouted, but his voice trembled as badly as his aim.

Sverigund tumbled back onto the floor behind the intruder—first frustrated when she bumped her head against the wall, then realizing the intruder had pushed her to protect her when the scientist opened fire with his eyes screwed shut.

He shot every bullet from his pistol until it only clicked away ineffectively with an empty magazine.

The intruder stumbled back one step, then paused to look down at her chest. Many shots had missed her entirely—one of them having broken a fluorescent tube on the ceiling, now swinging back and forth where it dangled from an end. But the bullets that miraculously struck true against the intruder’s body had been smushed up like accordions—they clicked as they dropped from her chest and hit the ground, peeling off the intruder’s strange night suit when she swept them away with the back of her gloved hand.

The scientist with the gun began to panic. He turned and ran away, screaming at the top of his lungs, silenced just seconds later by the tranquilizer dart shot into his butt cheek. He tumbled sideways onto the floor in the narrow corridor.

In one of the labs, all sorts of gadgets had created an array of laser beams humming with concentrated magic enchantments, the inner workings of a bizarre machine laid bare, connected to a hulking armored suit by a tangled knot of colorful wires. Nearby, the final scientist cowered in a corner with her hands over her head, shivering and peeking out at the intruder through terror-stricken eyes.

Sverigund obeyed another shove and used her badge to open the airlock to that lab. She passed through with the intruder right behind her, both sprayed by a cloud of disinfectant and microwaved very briefly to destroy any other microscopic contaminants.

The cowering scientist stammered away, “P-please d-d-don’t hurt—"

A silent dart sank into her shoulder and quickly knocked her out.

Things happened way too quickly once more as Sverigund was spun around by her kidnapper and shoved against the nearest counter, knocking over empty beakers, and causing a mess of clipboards and other tools to cascade off the counter, all clattering onto the floor.

The intruder stuck the injector gun’s muzzle right underneath her chin, reminding her that the weapon was still painful even if not lethal.

“What in the hell do you want?” asked the doctor, paralyzed with an impotent anger.

“You are the mole,” said the intruder.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You are the one smuggling tech and secrets out of this place.”

“I don’t—”

With a violent nudge and painfully pressing the weapon harder against her jaw, scraping the skin, the intruder threatened again, “Don’t play dumb.”

“Okay! Shit. Okay, yes. Shit. How did you find out—oh goddess—”

“You just told me right now. I was guessing.”

Sverigund’s eyes went wide. “Fuck—"

“One of the guards even pissed himself. You, on the other hand, Miss Sverigund,” said the intruder, tapping the doctor’s ID badge with the tip of her gun. “If that’s even your real name—you were the only person here who didn’t flinch when I pointed a gun at you. You also knew about the security protocol with the turrets and the failsafe—I’d bet money on that not being in the lab employee guidelines. Besides, what do you care about guard shift intervals?”

“Okay! Shit. Did—did Sharpe send you? Shit. Please don’t kill me. I have family—”

The intruder shook her and shouted, “Don’t lie to me!”

“Please—”

“Damn it, listen. I’m not going to kill you. Sharpe probably wants that. I am here to help you.”

The intruder ripped at a latch holding the mask onto her helmet. The Coil Suit emitted a small but sharp hiss, similar to the airlocks before. The mask folded open from the middle, revealing Evangeline’s face.

Sverigund’s visage rapidly cycled through several stages of confusion and realization, and before she could ask if she was who she thought she was, Evangeline continued talking. “I will get you out of here and do my best to keep you alive. I just want to meet ‘M’ without any bloodshed.”

Chairman Desmond Sharpe sat in his favorite red winged chair in an opulent office. He stroked a hairless gray cat that was sitting on his lap and purring.

With vested interest, he stared at the screen. The tinny voices of the two women talking in the M-Tek lab reached him through the screen’s built-in speakers.

“Aren’t you afraid that he can hear us talking right now?” asked Sverigund.

Evangeline said, “No, and last I checked, the penny-pinching dirtbag has been cutting corners on tracking audio with his security systems.”

Sharpe smiled to himself over just how wrong the princess was about that, then continued to stroke his cat.

While the two women commenced their escape, backtracking through the absolute dead end of a lab complex, he calmly leaned over and pushed a button on his intercom.

“The M-Tek labs are compromised. Initiate omega protocol.”

Then he leaned back and continued stroking his cat, eager to follow their attempts at egress.

“Oh, Mister Mole Rat,” he said to the cat. “You know why I admire Trager’s security system designs?”

The cat purred.

“Exactly. He makes it so it’s far easier to get in than out. You learn more about the intrusion measures, the intruders themselves, and you can upgrade for the next miserable fool who makes the mistake of even trying.”

He chuckled sadistically.

Eva escorted Doctor Sverigund back to the elevator where two guards still lay unconscious. The women boarded the elevator and Eva paused, considering their method of ascent.

The rogue scientist said, “With the industrial elevator locked down, this is the only way up. With the silent alarm triggered, I don’t think they’ll allow the elevator to rise. Or if they do, we’ll be facing a dozen armed guards on our next stop.”

Eva hopped up, grabbing hold onto the edges, and pulling herself up through the hole she had left in the ceiling, vanishing through it in one fluid motion.

Speaking down to Sverigund, she said, “Don’t worry. I got this.”

Then the elevator emitted a DING, its doors closed, and it lurched upwards into motion.

“How did you do that?” hissed Sverigund.

Eva extended a gloved hand through the hole, offering to help the doctor climb up.

“I didn’t. Get your ass up here, quickly.”

Sharpe smirked. He refrained from alerting his personnel of what he witnessed and simply continued to watch the spectacle unfold like someone watching a game show. Mister Mole Rat meowed.

Sverigund took Eva’s arm and scrambled as she clambered up and out of view from the elevator’s camera.

The elevator’s digital display counted upwards.

Ground floor.

DING. Swish.

A chorus of voices shouted almost simultaneously, “Freeze!” – “On the ground, now!” – “Get down!”

Ten armed guards yelled at the elevator, eager to pull the triggers on their guns until they fully registered that only two unconscious guards snoozed away on the elevator’s floor. Their yelling died down.

Then Eva swung into view, hanging upside down from the hole in the ceiling, both guns out and flaring up with shots. A mixture of darts and gunshots ripped through the small crowd, wounding several of the armored guards, stunning others whose body armor protected them, and needling the rest with darts. Few darts did anything, but bullets sent several security officers sprawling on the ground, diving for cover, or keeling over onto the shiny, checkered marble floors.

She swung back up into cover before any of them returned fire. The deafening hail of bullets shook the elevator and littered it with bullet holes. The glass from the already-cracked mirror in the back fully shattered and showered the floor with shards.

Two tiny devices flew out from the elevator and bounced along the marble floors. They exploded into rapidly spreading clouds of smoke, cloaking the vicinity of the elevator doors in a thick black fog, and provoking fits of coughing from the still-standing guards.

They failed to notice the blur of a sleek figure darting through their midst. They missed the flash of a short, curved blade swinging about and slashing left and right. They only noticed something wrong when pants dropped, severed weapon straps and ammunition belts flopped onto the floor, and a flurry of kicks and strikes sent them flying in every direction, followed by several groans and shouts. Stray shots only hit walls.

By the time the smoke had cleared and all ten guards were on the ground in a mixture of unconsciousness or reeling in pain, Eva was already dragging Sverigund behind her towards the lobby entrance.

Halfway across the ostentatiously spacious and decadently furnished hall—

CLANK-CLANK-CLANK-CLANK—

Loud clanking erupted from all around them. The front doors and the entire glass front that framed the lobby’s circumference darkened. Metal shutters unfolded and slammed down, locking them inside.

Eva shouted a curse, distorted through the plas-steel mask over her face.

The thumping of combat boots spilled into the hall, and the guards that approached now were armed with even heavier weapons than the first wave. Immediately upon entering from the far end, they smashed riot shields into the floor to take cover behind them, issuing the same orders for surrender as the ones intercepting the elevator.

Only seconds too late.

The door to the nearby stairwell slammed shut behind Sverigund, where the two women had already run off to. The commanding officer barked orders at the others, splitting to secure every way upstairs.

Halfway to the fifth floor and already out of breath, Sverigund panted between words when she said, “We need to make it to the CTO’s office. There’s a security override there, it’s our only hope of—”

“Forget about it,” Eva cut in. “Keep moving. I will get us off the rooftop!”

“What? How?” Sverigund shouted at her, audibly growing more desperate and fearful for her life now. “The building has an automated anti-air gun that will take out any airlifts!”

“There won’t be any airlift,” growled Eva.

“What? Are you insane?”

Volleys of bullets rained from above, spraying them with sparks where shots ricocheted off metal railings. Eva kicked open the nearest fire exit and motioned hectically for Sverigund to go there, which she did. They escaped the bullet storm and charged down red-carpeted hallways with beautifully warm lighting.

Using a submachine gun that she had claimed from one of the guards, Eva pointed it at a man in a three-piece suit with dark rings under his eyes, who stepped outside of his office to inspect the sudden explosion of commotion.

“Get down!”

His eyes went wide, and he dove back inside his office, slamming the door shut behind him.

A blinding light flared up to their left, forcing Sverigund to shield her eyes, and the rumbling of helicopter rotors made every window vibrate ominously. Over a loudspeaker, the pilot of the gunship shouted at them.

“Surrender now! We are by law authorized to exert lethal force if you fail to comply!”

The two women froze as the combat helicopter hovered just outside the floor they were on. The stretch from them to the other end of the hallway and relative safety of the next stairwell gaped dangerously wide.

Eva hissed at Sverigund, “Run.” Then she added with more ferocity, “Run faster than you’ve ever run before in your life.”

They bolted.

The rotating barrels of the gun mounted underneath the chopper’s nose began to spin until their discordant whine pierced even glass.

The ensuing cacophony was apocalyptic.

Windowfronts exploded, walls were torn apart, desks ripped to shreds, the man in the suit dismembered with screams that were drowned out by the tidal wave of noise. The rapid rhythmic thundering of the gunship’s cannon sliced across the entire floor, relentlessly raining death and destruction.

Sharpe did not even blink while he watched his orders end a life. The kind of cost he had long calculated as acceptable if this meant the leak was liquidated.

Shards of broken wood, brass furnishings, trashed computers—all sorts of debris lay scattered across the seventh floor when the chopper’s gatling stopped firing.

Eva dragged Sverigund up some steps, but there was no way she would survive. The undercover infiltrator disguised as lab scientist had a deadly hole in her belly that wept with excessive amounts of blood pumping from it.

She had not run fast enough.

Eva clutched her and pleaded with her. Shook her in desperation.

“Please, tell me, quickly. How do I reach ‘M’? Please! Tell me!”

One last groan escaped the late “Doctor Sverigund”, ending in a raspy gasp on her final breath.

Nothing of use.

Then her head slumped lifelessly against Eva’s shoulder.

The princess dropped her and jolted into standing, knowing she had no time to lose—the thundering of combat boots quickly closed in on her. She whipped out a third gun and fired it, launching a hook and thin wire upwards. It latched onto a railing and the wire recoiled and zipped at breakneck speed until it stretched taut. With a sudden jerk, it propelled Eva upwards and bullets from small arms began to tear up plaster and metal of the stairwell all around her. With the volatile momentum, she launched herself up several flights, hurtling over the edge with a somersault and painfully rolling into cover in a way that would leave her with many welts and bruises.

Staggered volleys of bullets kept flying up the stairwell, but she did not pause, kicking through the door she had secured for exit upon infiltrating the building in the first place.

She charged straight up a thin metal stairway and emerged onto a rooftop where howling winds cut across the surface, right underneath the gigantic glowing logo of M-Tek.

Losing no time, she took a running start and leapt right off the edge of the rooftop.

In freefall, the coils along her suit hissed and a pitch-black glider unfolded from her back and limbs, connecting and solidifying into a winged kite midair. Like a human rocket, she glided past the rising gunship, its floodlight sweeping every top floor of the M-Tek high-rise in search of intruders, and narrowly missing her. Their instruments would also fail to detect her.

The prototype Phantom suit carried Eva away and her flight path arced in a sharp curve, swooping past other tall buildings until she was swallowed by the city skyline on Sharpe’s camera feeds. He kept tapping a pen to switch from camera to camera until he fully lost track of her.

Mister Mole Rat meowed as he hopped off the CEO’s lap and sauntered around the luxurious office. Sharpe got up and visited his private bar. He helped himself to a glass of the most expensive whiskey in the world, which he cradled in a palm while he returned to his intercom.

He pressed the button and spoke, “Call off the chopper. Your work is done. I trust you can tackle debriefing without me.”

Sharpe awaited answer and killed the transmission after he had spoken. He walked over to the window of his office, where he overlooked the nightly skyline of New Port City. He savored the scent of his whiskey, taking a timid sip from it.

His phone rang.

He sensed what was coming next and smiled to himself.

He tapped the earbud in his right ear.

“This is Desmond Sharpe. How can I help you?” No real question to his words, just a cold and smugly smoky voice that could sell refrigerators to people living in the arctic.

“You slime bag,” Eva spat into the phone, causing him to adjust the headset volume. “What the hell was that? We had her.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific. I am a very busy man, Swan.”

“Oh, spare me!” she yelled. “I know you know what happened, you slime. And you sound exactly like I expected you to sound.”

“Hm? How’s that?”

“I know you’re happy with today’s outcome. But I swear, this is gonna bite you in the ass. I was this close to learning about ‘M’, you homicidal prick.”

Sharpe took another sip from his cup and smacked his lips. Pursed them. Savored the taste.

“Shame, really. But that mishap was on you.”

The silence that followed was filled with the fuming rage of Eva, finding no words of hers to express it other than, “We better never meet in person.”

“I agree,” he said, intonating it almost musically. “I’m glad you see things my way.”

“Fuck off.” She hung up.

Sharpe smirked and sat back down to finish his whiskey as he gazed at the glittering skyline of New Port City, then turned to other matters while Mister Mole Rat pranced about his penthouse-sized office.

The sociopath would be sleeping soundly that night.

[nothingunrealistic]

new information from that 7x04 call sheet:

7x04 is written by lio sigerson, who cowrote 6x04 burn rate and 6x08 the big ugly with brian koppelman & david levien, and directed by john dahl, who directed 1x08 boasts and rails, 3x04 hell of a ride, 3x06 the third ortolan, and 5x03 beg, bribe, bully.

babak tafti, who had a lead role in super pumped season 1, will be in billions season 7 as a new character, bradford luke. last month daniel k. isaac posted a selfie with babak tafti captioned “SUPER PUMPED & now #Billions Family,” so this isn’t too surprising. in this episode, luke will try to stop prince from taking some course of action and will fail because he “has no veto power.”

scooter will get the chance to conduct a musical ensemble (tying back to telling philip in 6x05 that he could have been a conductor “for real”) and prince cappers will be there to watch.

chuck & allerd will return to the us attorney’s office for the southern district of new york and work against prince from there. in this episode, this will involve someone named kai huang liu (see: the photo double casting call for “kai sr”) and a kid who flees the law until prince convinces him to turn himself in.

the dollar bill photo double/stand-in will appear in this episode.

questions raised by the call sheet:

who exactly is bradford luke and what is he failing to veto? how big will his role in the season be?

is prince hanging out at prince capital because 1) he’s still running the fund day-to-day despite ostensibly handing over the reins to philip and taylor, 2) he’s using it as his operating base for his presidential run and other projects, or 3) he wants everyone to cheer and clap for scooter and this is the best place to do it?

how on earth did chuck get back into the us attorney’s office after being fired from there and from his subsequent job as the nyag *and* supposedly being indicted? what happened to dave’s plan for him to go after prince under cover of disgrace? is his office a supply closet in the back of the building?

who’s the kid that’s hiding out on prince’s plane until he turns himself in, and is he connected to the kai huang liu case? is he, perhaps, kai huang liu junior? or is there no connection? why is he unnamed and not listed on the call sheet with the other actors?

given that dollar bill, rian, chuck, and allerd are in this episode, where are mafee, winston, sacker, and dave? i can understand dave not being on here, since none of the scenes listed happen at the nyag’s office, but why wouldn’t sacker and winston be at what seems like an all-hands prince cap meeting, and why would dollar bill be there if mafee isn’t? for that matter, why isn’t wags in those scenes despite being listed on the call sheet?

if my newly-acquired understanding of call sheet abbreviations is correct, this day of shooting was the last day that asia kate dillon, kelly aucoin, daniel k. isaac, louis cancelmi, eva victor, and dhruv maheshwari worked on this episode, despite it being only day 3 of an 11-day shoot. is the prince cap ensemble barely present in this episode, or were the first two days of shooting jam-packed?

[moveme4nt]

FRESH CUT GRASS AND ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS

falling in love with the quidditch player from the house you despise oh so much

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Magdalena de pointe [chandler kinney]

ravenclaw

half-veela

Evalynn mehta [maitreyi ramakrishnan]

ravenclaw

Lee Jeno [himself]

gryffindor

marks cousin

Na Jaemin [himself]

hufflepuff

jeno’s friend group

Lee Mark [himself]

gryffindor

jenos cousin

Lee Haechan [himself]

ravenclaw

lena’s friend group

Huang Renjun [himself]

ravenclaw

lena’s friend group

Zhong Chenle [himself]

slytherin

eva + jeno’s friend group

Park Jisung [himself]

slytherin

eva + jeno’s friend group

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[alldancersaretalented]

YAGP Hope Award/(Youth) Grand Prix Winners 2023/24

Hope Award

Los Angeles: Spencer Collins, Age 10 (Westside School of Ballet, CA)

Austin: Yihan Jiang, Age 10 (Movements In Time, TX)

Chicago: Evelyn Allen, Age 11 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

Philadelphia: Amelia Sias, Age 11 (Pennsylvania Ballet Conservatory, PA)

Salt Lake City: Ellary Day Szyndlar, Age 11 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Boston-Worcester: Juliana Kuang, Age 11 (N&D Ballet, MA)

Atlanta: Elynn Nie, Age 11 (MorningStar Dance Academy, GA)

Dallas: Lydia Bachman, Age 11 (Independent, TX)

Phoenix: Victoria Carrillo, Age 11 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Kansas City: Calla Massey, Age 9 (Independent, KY)

San Francisco: Athena Hu, Age 11 (Ju Lu Performing Arts, CA)

Denver: Reagan Neuhoff, Age 11 (Dallas Conservatory, TX)

Toronto: Owen Simmons, Age 11 (School of Cadence Ballet, ON)

Indianapolis: Eva Julia Sutanto, Age 11 (Academy of Russian Ballet, VA)

Youth Grand Prix

Chicago: Ekaterina Pichkova, Age 13 (Osipova Ballet Academy, CA)

Austin: Melissa Plishchadina, Age 14 (Pavlova Professional Coaching, TX)

Chicago: Chloe Helimets, Age 13 (Bayer Ballet, CA)

Salt Lake City: Annie Webb, Age 13 (Moga Conservatory of Dance, UT)

Winston-Salem: Eric Poor, Age 14 (Cary Ballet Conservatory, NC)

Pittsburgh: Ela Sevillia, Age 14 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Kansas City: Quinlin Maconachy, Age 12 (Dallas Conservatory, TX)

San Francisco: Fiona Wu, Age 13 (Yoko's Dance, CA)

Denver: Keenan Mentzos, Age 14 (Ballet Bloch Canada, BC)

Los Angeles: Kiera Sun, Age 13 (DKCBA, CA)

New York: Lisa Kamiya, Age 14 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Nashville: Angelina Tan, Age 14 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

San Diego: Leon Yusei Sai, Age 12 (Southland Ballet Academy, CA)

Grand Prix

Los Angeles: Izzy Howard, Age 16 (DKCBA, CA)

Austin: Isabella Keesee, Age 15 (Elite Classical Coaching, TX)

Tampa: Crystal Huang, Age 15 (Bayer Ballet/The Rock Center, CA)

Philadelphia: Carson Willey, 17 (The Rock School for Dance, PA)

Atlanta: Miharu Kikuchi, Age 16 (International City School of Ballet, GA)

Pittsburgh: Kaitlin Natili, Age 15 (West Point Ballet)

Phoenix: Parker Rozzano-Keefe, Age 18 (Master Ballet, AZ)

Houston: Sophia Jones, Age 17 (Feijoo Ballet School, TX)

Los Angeles: Maddux Ellison, Age 15 (DKCBA, CA)

New York: Ivana Radan, Age 15 (Ellison Ballet, NY)

Toronto: Madison Bevilacqua, Age 16 (Timothy Draper Center, NY)

Indianapolis: Everly Nedza, Age 16 (School of Cadence Ballet, ON)