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[yourreddancer]

Today in Politics, 12/23/24 Part 1 Ron Filipkowski

… Matt Gaetz was in full panic mode today, filing for an emergency injunction to attempt to block release of the House Ethics Committee report detailing his long pattern of criminal behavior. It did not work though, as the Committee posted the report online before a judge even read his emergency motion. Wonder how much he paid his lawyer for nothing.

… In the motion, Gaetz claimed that the Republican-controlled bipartisan committee failed to follow “constitutional notions of due process, and failure to adhere to its own procedural rules and precedent represents an unprecedented overreach that threatens fundamental constitutional rights and established procedural protections."

… Cry more.

… The motion was also so sloppy it looks like Gaetz did it himself. Despite seeking a restraining order, he failed to file a separate motion requesting one, which is required by the rules. He also never served DOJ with it electronically, which is one of the most basic requirements every first year law student learns.

… The report was leaked to CBS this morning, which published an article with some of the key points in it. The report said that he paid several women and a 17-year-old girl for sex and purchased and used illegal drugs, including from his Capitol Hill office. From the report:

"The Committee determined there is substantial evidence that Representative Gaetz violated House Rules and other standards of conduct prohibiting prostitution, statutory rape, illicit drug use, impermissible gifts, special favors or privileges, and obstruction of Congress.”

… Gaetz paid 12 different women a total of over $90,000 for sex during several years, which included a 2018 trip to the Bahamas where witnesses testified that he was on ecstasy and had sex with four women.

… The committee said it also received testimony that in 2017, Gaetz twice had sex with "Victim A," who was 17 years old at the time and had just completed her junior year in high school: "Victim A recalled receiving $400 in cash from Rep. Gaetz that evening, which she understood to be payment for sex. Victim A said that she did not inform Gaetz that she was under 18 at the time, nor did he ask her age."

… The report also found that Gaetz’s girlfriend at the time served as his agent to find new young women off websites for Gaetz to have sex with for money. She also sometimes participated with them in sexual encounters.

… The Committee had one text from her to one of the women: “the guys (Gaetz and Joel Greenberg) wanted me to share that they are limited in their cash flow this weekend.” She said Gaetz wanted to know if the women would have sex that weekend for free as part of a “customer appreciation week.”

… American Bridge’s Monica Venzke: “There’s not enough talk about how Matt Gaetz was making them fly Spirit Airlines.”

… Ann Coulter’s reaction: “Well, this isn’t good.”

… Who were the mystery Republicans who voted with Democrats to release the Gaetz report? Rep. Michael Guest (R-MS) released a statement that it wasn’t him. It is highly unusual for anyone on the secret committee to release any information on their deliberations or actions. The Committee will never reveal that for obvious reasons - they are policing their own, and in this case MAGA activists and Trump will go after them bigly.

… Well, Axios is reporting that the two Republicans who voted with the 5 Democrats on the Committee to release the Gaetz ethics report were Dave Joyce (R-OH) and Andrew Garbarino (R-NY). Something tells me that MAGA is not going to make their Christmas merry.

… At the same time they were releasing the Gaetz report, the Ethics Committee announced that they would not be conducting an investigation on Rep. Michael McCaul (R-TX) after he was charged with a misdemeanor for being intoxicated and disoriented in the Dulles Airport. The Committee noted VA prosecutors dropped the charges on December 13. I don’t have a problem with this one. If I was in Congress, I’d be found drunk in the Dulles Airport at least twice a month.

… Fox is reporting that Mike Johnson allies in the House are calling for Trump to intervene to save his job as Speaker. Rep. Carlos Giminez (R-FL): "If we have some kind of protracted fight where we can’t elect a speaker, then the speaker’s not elected and we’re not sworn in. And if we’re not sworn in, we can’t certify the election for Trump. I would hope that Trump would chime in and talk to those who are maybe a little hesitant, and say, ‘We’ve got to get going. We don’t have time.’"

… Giminez knows how to craft a message that appeals to Mango Mussolini.

… Rep Pat Fallon (R-TX): “It would be immensely helpful" if Trump got involved. "Any time would be great, but right after Christmas if Trump said, ‘You know, listen.’ It would even be really cool if somehow Mike Johnson ended up at Mar-a-Lago for Christmas - wherever the president is. I think it would be incredibly powerful." What a sad, pathetic, sycophantic party.

… I tend to think that Trump is tired of Johnson’s fecklessness, but I also think he likes the fact that he completely owns him where he only owned 70% of the shares of stock in Kevin McCarthy,with well-heeled DC lobbyists holding the remain 30% of the McCarthy shares. I say Trump stays out of it or just posts a lukewarm Truth Social post that doesn’t move the needle for MAGA Mike.

… Kara Swisher was interviewed by The Washingtonian about whether talk of her buying the Washington Post with a group of investors from Jeff Bezos is serious: “I think so. The reporters are doing a great job. It’s the management that isn’t doing a good job. I just started talking to investors, and I realized I know just as many rich people as anybody. And I know who’s good and who has good intentions. Not that you want to rely on the kindness of rich people. Trust me, you don’t. But I was like, I bet I could put together a group of people here. And as I started talking, a lot of people were like, ‘If you do this, call me.’

… More Swisher: “I just would like the paper, if it’s going to be owned by rich people, I’d like it to be owned by rich people who like journalism. I’m not looking at it as, ‘Let’s make a ton of money here.’ Slightly profitable would be great. Break-even would be great.”

… Swisher then went on to explain the reason why she thinks that Bezos’s business interests collide with the interests of WaPo and why she thinks he has a much different attitude towards Trump this time around. It is my practice not to clutter this column up with external links, but this interview was so good I will make an exception on this article.

… In case you couldn’t tell, Swisher has been one of my heroes for a long time. Super smart, fearless, tons of integrity, keeps it real, no BS, authentic. Those kind of people are rare. Just one of the greats in my opinion. Much greater than many who are much more famous because they get more screen time on cable.

[snackpointcharlie]

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PLAYLIST

1) Big ‡ Brave - “i felt a funeral” from A CHAOS OF FLOWERS https://thrilljockey.com/products/a-chaos-of-flowers https://bigbrave.bandcamp.com/album/a-chaos-of-flowers

2) Martin Rev - “Jomo” from MARTIN REV http://www.bureau-b.com/

3) Allison Burik - “Heiemo og Nykkjen” from REALM https://allisonburik.bandcamp.com/album/realm

(underbed throughout:) Pinchas Gurevich - “Fsckingmajor”

4) Willie Dunn - “I Pity the Country” from NATIVE NORTH AMERICA: ABORIGINAL FOLK, ROCK, AND COUNTRY 1966-1985 (VOL. 1) https://nativenorthamerica-variousartists.bandcamp.com/album/native-north-america-vol-1-aboriginal-folk-rock-and-country-1966-1985

5) Ryu Tsuruoka - “Wagamama” from OMAE https://ppudc.bandcamp.com/track/wagamama

6) Dr. Alimantado - “I Am The Greatest Says Muhammad Ali” from BEST DRESSED CHICKEN IN TOWN https://www.discogs.com/master/91461-Dr-Alimantado-Best-Dressed-Chicken-In-Town

7) Meiko Kaji - “Kanashii Egao” from GINCHO WATARIDORI https://www.wewantsounds.com/?lightbox=dataItem-lr661tlq

8) The Nelories - “Banana” from A HELLO RECORDING CLUB SELECTION - APRIL 1993 https://www.discogs.com/release/1052981-The-Nelories-The-Nelories

9) Pen Ran - “Koun K'Teuy (Baby Lady Boy)” from THE ROUGH GUIDE TO PSYCHEDELIC CAMBODIA https://www.discogs.com/release/5970582-Various-The-Rough-Guide-To-Psychedelic-Cambodia

10) ታምራት ሞላ [Tamrat Molla] - “እኔ እየወደድኳት [Ene Yewededkwat]” from ETHIO ROCK'N'ROLL - ORCHESTRAS & RHYTHM, FUZZ AND WAHWAH GUITAR IN ETHIOPIA & ERITREA, 70S & 80S https://ultraaanirecords.bandcamp.com/album/dj-mitmitta-ethio-rock-n-roll-mixtape

11) Yemane G/Michael - “ፈተነ [Experiment]” from VOL. 2 https://awesometapes.com/yemane-ghebremichael-vol-2/ https://ethio-pain-music.blogspot.com/2013/07/yemane-ghebremichael-yemane-barya-1992.html

12) فريد الأطرش [Farid El Atrache] - “يا حليوه (Ismaa)” https://www.discogs.com/release/6203453-%D9%81%D8%B1%D9%8A%D8%AF-%D8%A7%D9%84%D8%A7%D8%B7%D8%B1%D8%B4-Farid-El-Atrache-%D9%82%D8%B3%D9%85%D9%87-%D9%8A%D8%A7-%D8%AD%D9%84%D9%8A%D9%88%D9%87-Ismaa-Yahlewa

13) Aine O'Dwyer - “Deep Sound' Invocation” from MUSIC FOR CHURCH CLEANERS VOL I & II http://mie.limitedrun.com/products/537633-aine-odwyer-music-for-church-cleaners-vol-i-and-ii-2lp

14) Ryuichi Sakamoto - “tri” from ASYNC https://thevaultpublication.com/2020/11/10/async-by-ryuichi-sakamoto-appreciating-differences-in-the-face-of-death/

15) David Greenberger & The Pahltone Scooters - “Leave This Hemisphere” from FRACTIONS BY STELLA https://www.discogs.com/release/15434343-David-Greenberger-The-Pahltone-Scooters-Fractions-By-Stella https://davidgreenberger.com

16) Tom Dissevelt & Kid Baltan - “Song of the Second Moon” from SONG OF THE SECOND MOON: THE SONIC VIBRATIONS OF TOM DISSEVELT & KID BALTAN https://www.discogs.com/release/492239-Tom-Dissevelt-Kid-Baltan-Song-Of-The-Second-Moon-The-Sonic-Vibrations-Of-Tom-Dissevelt-Kid-Baltan

17) Ryan Patrick Maguire - “moDernisT” from GHOST IN THE MP3 https://rpm7.bandcamp.com/track/modernist

18) Alba Haro - “L’Alba i l’Aurora” from TRÍPTICA https://www.microscopi.cat

19) Tony Elieh - “It's good to die every now and then” from ANTHOLOGY OF ELECTROACOUSTIC LEBANESE MUSIC https://unexplainedsoundsgroup.bandcamp.com/album/anthology-of-electroacoustic-lebanese-music with 20) Eartha Kitt - “The Beautiful Girl Who Had No Teeth” from FOLK TALES OF THE TRIBES OF AFRICA https://www.discogs.com/master/724703-Eartha-Kitt-Folk-Tales-Of-The-Tribes-Of-Africa

21) Derek Monypeny - “Laayoune” from Cibola https://derekmonypeny.bandcamp.com/album/cibola

[saulweissberg-archive]

in defense of their mutually pasty legs, colorado had never been known as a sunny place. especially not in the long winter that was just finally behind them, but still, he took a chance on wearing shorts and she was calling attention to it! his feelings were hurt! “it was implied.” saul sniffed, putting on a show of being offended, though it quickly broke for a light chuckle he couldn’t suppress. “we’ll have to go to a tanning salon together, then. lest anyone will get blinded by our white ass legs.” he joked, bumping his shoulder into rachel's. “hey, any chance to get out of the office is out on the town to me.” the week’s events had already disrupted his work. normally, he saved his fun for the evenings after work and the weekends when his law firm was closed for business (then ended up taking calls on his work cell phone anyway). any other weekday afternoon, he’d be at his desk or in a client meeting. today, he was wearing shorts in public and accompanying a beautiful woman to a charity baseball game—though he lived to work, his current situation was preferable. “yeah, she’s a sweetheart! how did you guys meet?” he was previously unaware that rachel and phoebe knew each other, though it made sense. they should’ve been in a competition to see who was the nicest person in providence peak… and then both win in a tie.

saul scoffed at the glasses comment. “hah—i do have glasses. well, contacts, but i have to use reading glasses at work sometimes.” though he believed aging was a privilege, it had its pitfalls, like weakening eyesight. “just you wait! soon you’ll need to hold your phone two inches away from your face in order to read an article, too.” that was the worst part: it snuck up on you. once he had been a young man, then suddenly, the man looking back at him in the mirror had gray hair and wrinkles around his eyes. he tried to remember that his father never made it past forty-three, so he should consider his reflection as an honor. it had been a long, long road, a messy road, but he made it to fifty-two. that was something to be proud of (most of the time). he laughed at the idea of the announcer calling his name. if anyone in the stands knew him and heard saul weissberg come over the speakers, they’d probably fall over in shock. “no, he’s under his own name, but they might mention i put him up. i guess he’s pretty good, some ncaa division one superstar or some shit, i don’t know.” truthfully, he just called up the university of denver and asked them to send a warm body down. he wasn’t knowledgeable enough about the game to care who came. “number three.” saul held up three fingers for emphasis. “thalia. the rest live back in new york city, so does my son.” there, a bit more saul lore for her. “she no doubt thinks i'm doing this to be petty, but i am a man of conviction… most of the time. i couldn’t back out and leave them uneven for the teams, and well, i live here, too, y’know. i have every right to be part of the community as she does.”

somehow, her assumption that he was a baseball fan made sense to him. maybe it was his face or something. “nope. the weissberg men have always been much more focused on studying than sports. they all thought it was a waste of time… though we’ve always revered sandy koufax and hank greenberg as heroes to our people.” two legendary players that refused to play on high holidays, saul had been forced to appreciate them as a child, though he was pretty sure both players retired before saul and his twin brother were even born. “good, then i'm relying on you from here on out, sunshine. what inning are we on? i feel like we’ve been here for hours and i’m pretty sure the game started like forty-five minutes ago.” that was a reason why he had never been a fan of baseball—or football, for that matter—it seemed like an all day affair. “oh, shit, you do?” saul looked back at her, brows rising in surprise. “like on a rec team?” had she told him this before? did he forget? another pitfall of aging: his short-term memory wasn’t worth a damn anymore.

@rachelhargrove

Rachel smiled back at him as he looked towards her, processing what she said for a moment. She couldn't help but crack up as it finally showed on his face that he'd heard what she said. "I never said that!" Rachel's tone a bit defensive as she straightened up a bit. "To be fair, I'm quite pale as well here! It'd be pretty hypocritical to call anyone out for looking pasty." She shared honestly, but to be fair it was only the start of spring so really who was going to be looking tan unless they'd just come back from a vacation. Looking at his hand on his shoulder before back at him, she snorted a bit at the sentiment in his words. "I definitely wouldn't call charity baseball games out on the town, but I guess I shouldn't argue too much since I do enjoy the company." Rachel shared with a grin before also looking back towards the field to try to look to see if she could identify anyone. Was this how people saw her in the stands when she was playing softball? "Oh! Okay very cool! I know Phoebe a bit." Rachel couldn't say she knew the woman too well at all, but enough to recognize the name and she knew that their conversations they'd had been nice. "Sounds like you need some glasses, Saul." She teased a bit before her brows raised as he told her that he had basically done the equivalent of having someone take an entrance exam for them but in baseball form. "Interesting, is he playing under your name? Should I be expecting the announcer to call Saul Weissberg up at bat?" She teased as she snickered at the idea of a young man coming under the alias while Saul sat up with Rachel. Though her expression changed to a bit of shock at what sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. "Damn, this should be way more interesting. You put money on a charity game?! Wait...which ex-wife is this that did this?" She asked for clarification considering there was more than one and she was naturally curious. The lore of Saul Weissberg was forever intriguing to Rachel, which perhaps should be a bit concerning but she couldn't help it. Looking back at the field, she was a bit shocked when Saul asked her if she knew anything about baseball. "Really? I don't know why I thought of all sports baseball would be one you'd know. Well, I do, so don't you even worry. I'm your gal. I grew up on sports even though I never played them. Well I swam. But now I play softball!"

@saulweissberg

[tabbytabbytabby]

For Day 2 of Greenberg Appreciation Week - Supernatural: Witch Greenberg

[greenbergappreciation]

Hello! Welcome to Greenberg Appreciation Week 2020! An event dedicated to showing love and appreciation to our favorite mystery: Greenberg. The event is taking place from March 1st through March 7th. Themes can be found below:

Day 1 (March 1st) - Who The Hell Is Greenberg?: Time to share all your theories about who Greenberg is.

Day 2 (March 2nd) - Supernatural: Is Greenberg a warlock? A werewolf? Any other number of supernatural creatures? It’s up to you!

Day 3 (March 3rd) - Alternate Universe: From human AU’s to movie and book AU’s. Any and all universes are yours to play with.

Day 4 (March 4th) - Lyrics and Quotes:  Have a song or quote that you can relate to Greenberg? This is the day for you.

Day 5 (March 5th) - Relationships: Whether it be understanding the mystery behind Coach and Greenberg, to any possible relationships between Greenberg and the rest of Beacon Hills. Whether that be romantic or platonic.

Day 6 (March 6th) - Alternate Canon:  Insert Greenberg into any of the events of canon.

Day 7 (March 7th) - Dealer’s Choice: This day is open for literally anything.

The daily themes are merely suggestions that can be used as guides. If you have something else you want to make that doesn’t work with the theme feel free to use it. As long as it pertains to Greenberg, it works. When making your post, please tag them with #greenbergweek2020 and @ us if you want so we can find your posts. Happy creating!

[bejeweledmoon]

TEEN WOLF APPRECIATION WEEK ▸DAY 3 ◎ SIDE CHARACTER(S) ▸COACH BOBBY FINSTOCK, #1 ALLY AND GREENBERG HATER

[tbehartoo]

Bursting Bubbles

My piece for @thedjwifizine that can be found here. It's full of great art and stories. Check it out!

...

Nino looked up into the scowling face of his favorite seatmate.

“Here you go, Bubbles,” she said as she thrust a mango bubble tea into his hand. “One special of the day from The Boba Bar.” Her other hand slapped a small card onto his sheet music. “And here’s your other three week’s worth of drinks.”

“Aw, Alya you didn’t have to do this,” he held up the card. “This,” he grinned as he took his first sip of the drink, “you definitely needed to do.”

“Well you won the bet fair and square,” Alya huffed as she plopped down into her seat. “You really could find a way to get a harpsichord to sound rockin' when you DJ’ed Kim’s house party.”

“Scoops, I’m surprised you could doubt me,” Nino held a hand to his heart. “It’s like you’ve forgotten that music is my life.” He grumbled toward the music piece he’d been assigned, “It’s not like I’ve spent nearly three grueling years learning this European centered musical theory or anything.” Looking at her smirk he added, “Or that I’d hardly be the first person to experiment with combining old instruments to new music.” He thought for a moment before adding, “Or old music to new instruments.”

The next week it was Nino placing a gift card on Alya’s notepad.

“Your payment for getting me those sources for my music history essay, m’lady,” he said as he bowed to her.

“Nino, what-” she asked as she looked at the card “-what is this?”

Nino felt his face warm up, but he sent a shy smile in her direction as he sat down. “You were saying, the other day, that it’s been forever since you had a mani-pedi, but that they weren’t in your budget at the moment so I figured I’d get one for you as thanks for saving my bacon. I didn’t have time to track down those translations of medieval manuscripts for that Music Development in the Dark Ages assignment, but you did it without my asking.” He grinned at her, “You really took some pressure off of me and I appreciate it.”

She looked at him, back at the card, and back at Nino.

“I don’t remember saying that,” she murmured.

“You were picking at your nails because the color was coming off and said that you’d need to see if Marinette was free for a girl’s night so you could get her to do your nails again,” he said as he started to root around in his bag.

“That was two- three weeks ago?” she said, thinking out loud. She looked at him, but he was obviously avoiding her gaze. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

His head tucked between his shoulders, a turtle pulling into its shell.

“It was easy to remember,” he said. “You had that sparkly red polish. It really drew in the eye. I remember thinking that you had the perfect hands for playing the piano right before you said it.” He quickly looked away again.

Alya was quiet for a moment before smiling up at him.

“That seems like a really nice compliment coming from a musician like yourself,” she reassured him. She looked back at the card. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this place.”

“It’s, uh, one of the local beautician schools,” he told her. “You were right about mani-pedis being a bit pricy, but my cousin is going there to learn to cut hair, and she said the girls in the nail class are crazy talented and eager to get someone not a relative to paint on, and it only costs about a fourth of what the pros charge.” He shrugged. “This way you can have like half a dozen manicures for the price of one.”

Alya lunged at him and caught him in a tight hug.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” she cried before releasing him. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Miss Cesaire, if you are quite done groping Mister Lahiffe I’d like to start the class,” the voice of Doctor Agreste cut through the lecture hall and every head snapped toward them.

Alya’s face was nearly as warm and red as his own.

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked as she pulled her arms back to her side.

“Now if we may?” the professor’s curt voice took control of the class.

“Groping,” Nino mumbled. “He calls one little hug groping.” He pulled out a composition that Madame Mendeleiev had assigned just that morning. “I’d like to show him groping.”

He was startled out of his grumbling when Alya whispered, “Me, too.”

Only three more weeks and I’m out of this class and I never have to see this man’s stupid face again, Nino thought to himself. At least after today it’s just student presentations before the final.

They had finally reached the Contemporary Era and the man was butchering even the easiest movements! And don’t get him started on the composers. He’d wasted over half the lecture trying to explain that Richard Wagner wasn’t really an antisemite, but that Nazi sympathizers, mainly Adolf himself, just liked his music so much and thought it expressed National Ideals perfectly! The man wasn’t even a composer in Contemporary times!

And that just served to take time away from some real pioneers of the era like Laura Anne Karpman whose music can be found literally anywhere. Or what about Meredith Monk who includes operas amongst her compositions, since Doctor Agreste seemed to be hung up over Wagner’s damn Ring Cycle. Of course he didn’t mention Yihan Chen the brilliant Chinese pianist and composer. And though the man would fawn and dote on child prodigies like Wolfgang Mozart all day, he wouldn’t give the time of day to “Bluejay” Greenberg who could hear several compositions in his head at the same time and then be able to write them with minimal correction.

Just, UGH!

Nino was done with this entitled little man and the racist ideology he’s attempting to spread about. He was certainly spreading something, but it smelled more like fertilizer than anything else to Nino’s mind.

He could tell that Alya was concerned about his agitation, he’d been clenching his pencil so hard he heard it crack, but he refused to look in her direction. She had a great talent for sniffing out these kinds of things and if he looked at her right now, he’d probably see his frustration reflected on her face and do something dumb- like start an uprising in the middle of class. He really couldn't afford to take this class again.

As soon as they were out the doors Alya started ranting about how it was obvious that Doctor Agreste didn’t even bother to check Wikipedia for sources. She made her opinion known that the good doctor didn’t like the era because more people were included in writing and performing it rather than just white, Western-European men who were either wealthy or had wealthy patrons. And stopped mid rant.

Nino looked at her and watched as Alya got an idea. By the look on her face it was a genius idea: an Evil and Genius idea if the cackle was anything to go by.

“Whatever you’re planning, I’m in,” he declared.

“I haven’t even told you my idea yet.”

“I can tell by your expression alone that it’s going to be the best idea ever,” he said with a smirk. “So want to let me in on our plan?”

She explained her idea and Nino’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, that man is going to regret crossing paths with us,” he chuckled. “Can you come over tonight? I’ve got plenty of stuff we’d need for the music portion of the presentation.”

She shook her head. “I need at least one day to fact-check my notes and another to find accurate sources. Are you busy Saturday?”

Nino thought for a moment. “I’m free in the morning, but I have a wedding I’m playing for in the evening.”

“Okay that gives me a little more time for research.” She smiled up at him. “So, Saturday morning we’ll meet up to pull things together?”

Nino nodded in agreement.

“Great,” she said, “That’ll give us Sunday to type up the report and Monday to practice for our presentation on Tuesday.”

“Tell me the truth, Alya,” Nino looked at her, “Is this too much? Are we crazy to put together a spite presentation in one weekend? At the end of the semester?” He brushed a bit of her hair out of her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. “You already have so much to do for all your other classes. I don’t want this to be something that stresses you out or makes you do something that hurts you.”

Alya reached up and patted his cheek before replying.

“Nino this is going to be so much fun that I doubt I’ll even notice how much work it is,” she grinned at him fully. “I might pull an allnighter here or there, but I promise you that I’m taking care to not do too much. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t think we could do it.”

He held her gaze for a moment then sighed.

“Okay, let’s ruin this man’s whole career.”

She laughed loud and pulled him toward the school’s cafe. Obviously this called for copious amounts of snacks and his precious bubble tea.

Tuesday dawned bright and clear. A perfect day to teach about the subtleties of Contemporary music while simultaneously displaying the ignorance and prejudice of the most hated music teacher on campus. Nino sipped at his Thai tea with coffee pudding as he contemplated Alya’s plan of attack. It was a nice simple plan, but it needed something. Seeing a familiar outline hurrying across campus brought a smile to his face. The final nail in Doctor Agreste’s coffin just made itself known. He hurried across the quad to see if he could catch up with Madame before she reached her office.

An hour later he stood at the podium inserting the thumb drive into the computer for the projector.

“Good morning everyone,” Alya began. “As you all know we’ve had to jump over and through many musical ages and movements. That meant we had to skim through a lot of really interesting information. Nino and I decided to do a little bit of music through the ages for the Contemporary Era for you all. Now, get ready to get funky!”

That was his cue. He started the Powerpoint and Richard Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” began to blast from the room’s speakers while Elmer Fudd stabbed a spear into the ground singing, “Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!”

“Welcome to Neoromanticism,” he called to those present.

The presentation went off without a hitch. Madame Mendeleiev had managed to slip in before their presentation and had stayed to the end of class. It was with great delight that Nino watched the Dean of the Music Department approach Doctor Agreste and congratulate him on the quality of his students’ final presentations. She even approached Alya and complemented her on the amount of research she’d done to be ready for the day. Then she turned to him.

“An adequate presentation, Nino,” she said with no trace of humor in her words. “Your compilation was a little heavy on the electronic music and light on the serialism, but I suppose that’s only to be expected with where your interests lie,” she paused, “and in light of the time constraints.”

He gulped and nodded his head. He knew she’d pick up on that.

“Please, send me a copy of your presentation at your earliest convenience.”

His eyes snapped up from the floor to meet hers. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining the slight upturn to the corners of her mouth or not, so he chose not to comment on it.

“I think I might incorporate it into my opening lecture next semester,” she remarked so offhandedly that Nino was sure he was hearing things. “It’ll be an excellent introduction to modern music for the freshmen.” She nodded to him before moving off to catch professor Agreste on his way out the door.

Alya was grinning from ear to ear and practically vibrating where she stood. He turned to her and had a fraction of a second to brace for impact as she’d thrown herself in his direction. Her arms were around his waist as she pulled him into a hug. He returned the hug with matching enthusiasm.

“We did so good!” she squealed.

He looked down into her grinning face and returned the smile.

“Hell yeah, we did,” he replied. “This calls for a celebration.” It was only then that he realized he still had his arms around her shoulders. Then again she was still holding on to him. He pulled back but kept hold of her hands. “I know you have another class in an hour, but do you want to go get boba to celebrate?”

She smirked up at him. “Only if you’ll let me treat you to dinner at Sabine’s tonight.” She looked to the side as she added, “And then we could go check out that concert in the park you mentioned yesterday.”

His mouth suddenly went dry. That sounded a lot like an actual date. Like a real date with this girl he knew he’d started crushing on some time this semester. What else could he do?

“Sounds great, but you have to let me bring pizza and dessert to our study date on Thursday night.”

Her laugh sent a tingle down his spine. “It’s a date!”

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Hi do you happen to know any fics where Derek is an Alpha and Stiles is an Omega and they’re both at school? It would be nice if they were 20k or higher

Here are a few. 

Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds. by TheBeastsWrite | 21K | Explicit

Stiles always knew finding a mate would be hard for him. He's not bright and beautiful like Lydia, or stong like Danny or adorable like Scott.

He was just Stiles, fox kid with ADHD who loved to draw.

Derek Hale was everything, popular, strong, smart and gorgeous.

They get put together on an English assignment and it doesn't go at all like Stiles expects.

Star-Crossed by cloudsarefluffy | 32.9K | Mature

Derek clears his throat quietly, resuming his plan on retrieving the boy’s mythology book, “Y-You dropped this…”

“I know, but- thanks.”

The boy snatches the book out of Derek’s hand with his mortification filling the air in a sharp, heady scent that has Derek’s wolf mentally salivating, “You’re welcome… Uh, do you know where the tutor session thing is supposed to be?”

“T-That’s me,” with another addition of pink to his cheeks, the boy rushes to correct himself a little, “I mean, I’m the tutor here and this is supposed to be- oh god, I’m really butchering this, aren’t I?”

Alpha Nose Best by CharWright5 | 23.1K | Explicit

Alpha Derek Hale is noseblind. He can smell every day things, like coffee brewing or recently mowed grass or people's perfume, but when it comes to personal scents and telling an Alpha from a Beta from an Omega? Not so much. As annoying as it may be, he's grown to accept it and moves on with his life. Besides, he has more important things to worry about.

Until he stumbles upon the most delicious scent he's ever had the pleasure of sniffing in his life, leading to an unfortunate misunderstanding in a public bathroom. And to make matters worse, this Alpha-hating Omega he accidentally accosted just happens to be the best friend of his own best friend Erica and the two of them have been recruited to help her plan part of her elopement. It's not how Derek wanted to spend his week...until it totally is.

Something about books and their covers by countrygirlsfun | 23.1K | Mature

Derek decides he's going to court his neighbor.

Stiles decides he wants to be courted.

Knot Your Typical College Romance by stilsanderek (minxxx) | 51.5K | Explicit

In which Stiles loves studying at Beacon Hills Supernatural University and even though he loves his group of friends, he just wishes that Derek wasn't included in it. Stiles hates the guy fiercely, and he knows it's completely mutual, and what he also knows it's completely mutual is the hate boner they both have going on for each other. What happens after they finally hookup after years of tension, though, isn't something Stiles ever signed up for.

Knot if You Don't Knock by jsea, marguerite_26 | 13.7K | Explicit

Stiles never expects to present as an omega -- that's something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

You Smell Like Mine by bleepobleep, marguerite_26 | 13.4K | Explicit

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha's head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek's never felt any of that. He's just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 13.3K | Explicit

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

That’s Debatable by cloudsareflufy | 16.7K | Mature

Stiles is known for not being a run-of-the-mill omega.

He’s mouthy, stubborn, strongly opinionated, and he doesn’t appreciate egotistical alphas in the slightest. In fact, he’ll tell them exactly where to shove it— . . . if he could. Sadly, when you’re in a Contemporary Issues class at school with a teacher who loves write-ups, one must curb the tongue to some degree.

Even when lacrosse star and alpha Derek Hale is being a massive asshole, and continues to argue with Stiles every chance he gets.

Knot as Planned by CharWright5 | 10.1K | Explicit

The Alpha-Omega Alliance was staying overnight in Sacramento, preparing to take part in a rally for Omega rights. Meaning Derek was having to share a room with his crush, Stiles. Who just happened to hit his first Heat ever...

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Irreverent Pt. 39 - Dinner Party

Title: Irreverent Pt. 39 - Dinner Party Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: M Words: 5812

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Clyde was handling another assignment so you were working out of Quantico for the time being. You'd learned really quickly that not everyone had a Penelope Garcia at their disposal and you needed to skill up fast. You'd bribed her with concert tickets and a very handsome Elliot Greenberg as her escort in exchange for teaching you the basics.

Elliot worked for the white collar crime unit in New York after the BAU rejection and had recently made the transition to Quantico for sex crimes. The two of you had kept in touch over the years and he'd hit you up when he'd moved back. He'd broken up with his girlfriend back in New York for the job - which really just told you the girlfriend hadn't mattered all that much. Elliot was smart, good looking, and doing well at work but you knew he also had a nerdy streak that Garcia would appreciate.

It was kind of fun being on the other side of a case and watching Penelope in action. You figured it would be easiest to learn on the job so you'd stayed holed up in her office and the two of you worked together with the team on a case. She taught you how to do some of the less complex stuff and you got to flirt with Hotch anytime he called for an update - it was a win-win really.

When they got back, he'd decided to have everyone be home for a week and do reports and consults to coincide with your schedule. No one was really complaining about a week of no travel.

Aaron had gotten home before you as you'd had a late afternoon meeting with McKinney to update him on your progress. When you walk in, you can smell roasted spices wafting from the kitchen. Aaron had always enjoyed foods from other cuisines but with you he'd really embraced cooking it as well, since you'd lived all over and had curated your own recipes over the years. If your nose wasn't mistaken, he was trying his hand at your Chicken Vindaloo recipe.

You walk into the kitchen to see him wearing an apron and manning the stove while Jack sits at the island doing his homework.

"Hi baby." You greet Jack and place a quick kiss to his head before going over to observe Aaron's handiwork - it smelled pretty good and he already had the rice cooker going as well. Jack mumbled a hello and you could tell something was off. You raise an eyebrow at Aaron who mouths "Soccer" to you, peaking a glance backwards at Jack's head bent over his worksheets.

Aaron and you had decided to sign him up for soccer lessons, figuring it was a good age to get him into team sports and be a little more active in a structured setting. Apparently he wasn't taking it too well, though you couldn't fathom why.

You take a quick taste from the spatula that Aaron had been using to stir and add a little pinch of salt to the pan. He throws you a mock glare. "I was getting to it," he mutters, shooing you away.

You leave him to the cooking and go sit at the island by Jack. Grabbing a tangerine from the fruitbowl, you peel it and break off a piece. "Orange for your thoughts?" you ask Jack.

You can see him hesitate but he still reaches out for the small slice, putting his pencil down. "I don't want to do Soccer," he confesses, reaching for another piece. Aaron's back is turned and he appears to be bustling around the kitchen.

"What part of it do you not want to do?" You pop a piece of tangerine into your own mouth as well.

He seems to consider your question as he chews on another piece. "It seems messy and the other kids seem mean."

You and Aaron had taken Jack by the soccer field a couple of weeks ago and you realize he's referring to the mud covered kids all pushing one another. Jack was a sweet and sensitive kid and you could understand how that was maybe a stressful situation for him. But you also wanted him to give it a shot because it would be good to do some team activities - help him make some more friends and be more active.

"It does seem kind of messy," you agree. "But I don't think the other kids will be mean. You're good at making friends and as long as you're nice to them they'll be nice to you."

He thinks over your response and you know you can seal the deal. "If you don't like it after you give it a fair shot, then we can discuss. Is that okay?" Jack was a reasonable kid and you and Aaron tried to give him choices as much as possible.

"Okay, Y/N." Jack nods, grabbing the last piece of tangerine from your palm.

"You know," you lean in a bit to Jack, lowering your voice, "your family has a special history with soccer fields."

"We do?" He quirks an eyebrow at you and he looks so much like Aaron in that moment. The cheeks are all Haley but the expression is completely Aaron.

"Well, you know how your parents met, of course," you confirm with mock seriousness.

Jack smiles and nods. "Pirate #4"

You laugh, ruffling Jack's hair. Aaron had kept his word to Haley and he did his best to make her a part of Jack's life as much as you could. But you had a feeling this wasn't a story Jack knew yet. Jack had been obsessed with all of the Disney movies lately so you know he'd appreciate a good romance story.

"Yes, your parents met during the play. But your dad was quite the young soccer star when he was in high school." You look and see that Aaron is adding the finishing touches to dinner and undoubtedly listening in. Jack has turned fully to face you, bringing his chair a little bit closer to yours.

"Well, your mom started to go watch him practice and go to his games. After a game where your dad scored the winning goal," you pause as Jack hangs on every word, "they were hanging out on the field and your dad finally plucked up the courage and asked your mom to be his girlfriend."

"That's pretty cool, I guess." He smiles, turning to look at his dad. "But not as cool as Buttercup and Wesley. Can we watch The Princess Bride again after dinner?"

You and Aaron laugh as he nods and tells Jack to go get washed up for dinner. The three of you had already watched The Princess Bride a couple of times and Aaron insisted that Inigo Montoya looked exactly like his old boss, Gideon. He'd pulled up pictures to show you, but you just didn't see it. It was probably the longest argument the two of you had had in recent memory.

As Jack leaves, Aaron turns to look at you, his face identical to Jack's from earlier, eyebrow quirked just the same. You know he's wondering how you knew that story about him and Haley because it sure hadn't been from him.

"Jess and I bonded while you were gone," you explained with a small smile. "He should know your love story."

Aaron nods as you get up to get changed for dinner yourself. He adores that you go above and beyond to make sure that Jack feels connected to Haley. Sometimes, though, he worries that you end up minimizing your role in his and Jack's life in the process.

As far as Aaron was concerned, Jack got to be witness to his favorite love story.

*------------*

With the whole team at home base for the coming week, you and Aaron decided to host the long postponed dinner party that you had initially aimed to have as your relationship reveal party. Between the team jumping the gun on you and then all of the work and cases, it had gotten pushed back indefinitely. However, now seemed like the right time to do it. You'd planned it for the end of the week when both Henry and Jack were invited to a birthday sleepover and all of the adults had the next day off.

Emily, Derek, and Penelope were all bringing dates. Rossi was seeing Strauss but knew better than to invite her to a team thing. You still remembered worming that particular secret out of Aaron. You had known something was up when you'd happened to catch his face when Rossi told him. You'd been too far to actually hear what caused that face, so you'd brought it up later. In his defense, he'd valiantly tried to protect Rossi's secret, but you had your ways. When he'd finally given in and told you, you regretted having tried so hard to get it out of him. Rossi and Strauss. Just the thought of it made you shudder.

However, with that large of a group, you decided to get some outside help, though you'd still make dessert. You'd left for lunch to go meet with the caterer, taking Rossi along with you since he'd actually be helpful. Aaron was in some budget meetings through lunch anyways and you'd grabbed him a salad on the way back. You thanked Rossi for joining you and he took Aaron's food up with him as you turned to see Derek and Emily hanging out by her desk.

"Hey, so what'd Hotch mess up?" Derek asks as he sees you.

You're confused for a second as to what he means but then you catch sight of the large bouquet of flowers on your desk. Your heart stops. You recognize that arrangement - the ostentatious roses arranged artfully. You'd forgotten what day it was. After he missed last year, you'd thought he'd forgotten - that he'd moved past it finally. This was the first time they'd arrived at the office. Usually it was sent to your home so you could deal with it in private.

You approach your desk not bothering to look for a note. Quickly, you pick them up and place the bouquet in your trash can, in the hope that no one else would see them. Both Derek and Emily eye you curiously.

You have to make sure your voice will come out steadily before you speak. "They're not from Aaron."

You hope they'll just go back to their conversation as you sit down in your chair, your mind whirling. You'd have to deal with this situation. Him sending them to work was an obvious escalation and to what end, you couldn't be sure.

From the corner of your eye, you see Derek stand from his spot on Emily's desk. He walks towards you with purpose and before you can stop him, he's reached into the trash can and fished out the note.

"Matthew? He's sending you flowers?" His voice is low and he looks troubled, holding the note in his hands and taking a seat on your desk instead. Seemed like him and Emily had decided he'd deal with it, as she was conspicuously missing, leaving just you and Derek in the bullpen.

You sigh internally. It had been too much to hope that they would've just ignored it. "It's our anniversary," you explain, looking around and making sure there wasn't anyone else around. "He didn't take the break up well. Now he sends flowers every year to torture me - though usually he's tactful enough to send them to the house."

Your revelation does nothing to ease Derek's mind. If anything he looks even more worried now than before. "So he's escalating. Trying to get your attention."

"He's not going to actually do anything," you say, trying to sound reassuring. "I can handle it, Derek." You place a hand on his knee closest to you and look firmly up at him. The last thing you needed was for Derek to be all worried and nosey about the situation. Or worse, for him to tell… "Do not tell Aaron."

He looks at you as though you're stupid and you can tell he's going to argue with you, but you really don't want to bother Aaron with this. Not in the one week you guys have at home together. "I mean it, Derek. He has a thousand other things to worry about. My sociopath ex does not need to be one of them."

Derek frowns and you know he's racing through the thousand cases you guys have done on stalker exes and escalation. Luckily for you, Matthew was too lazy to actually stalk anyone. Unluckily, he still found the time to order you flowers to remind you that he'd once been a very large part of your life. You didn't even like roses. With a glance up to Hotch's office, Derek nods, knowing he won't be able to convince you otherwise right now. He drops the note back into the trash can as Emily returns and you all go back to pretending to work.

It's late afternoon when you hear Hotch calling your name from the upstairs landing. "Y/N, can you come up here please?"

You'd gotten very little done, your mind whirling with what to do about the Matthew situation. You just wanted it to be over. You briefly wonder if Aaron wants to talk about the meeting with the caterers or Jack's schedule for the following week when the two of you will both be away. You enter his office, closing the door behind you.

"Hey, what's going on?" You walk in and take a seat on his couch. The blinds facing the bullpen are closed, but the ones facing outside are open, casting a warm glow around the room. Curiously, he hasn't moved back to his desk and is standing in front of you, with a concerned look on his face.

"When were you going to tell me about the Matthew situation?" he asks, placing his left hand on his hip and looking every bit the part of SSA Aaron Hotchner instead of your boyfriend.

You let out a breath. You couldn't believe Derek had told him, after you'd specifically asked him not to. And now he had that furrowed brow and the concerned face and he has a deadline from Strauss on the new budget. This wasn't what he needed right now and you knew it would distract from everything else.

You grit your teeth and stand up, ignoring his voice, and open the door to his office to scan the bullpen until you catch sight of who you're looking for. "Agent Morgan," you call out, "could you please join us up here?"

Derek looks up at you before he quickly walks upstairs and enters Hotch's office. He goes and stands by Hotch while you close the door once again, undoubtedly knowing what this was about. The two of them made quite the image - frowns marring both of their faces though Aaron's was less pronounced. I knew moisturizing was a good call.

Squaring your shoulders, you cross your arms across your chest, facing the two of them. "Figured it was more efficient to just talk to you both together. Save you the trouble of finding each other afterwards," you say, your tone hinting at how annoyed you were. Not that either one of them had the decency to look ashamed. If anything they looked defiant.

Aaron started to speak but you cut him off.

"You two need to realize that I can handle my own problems. If I say Matthew isn't an issue, trust me. If I say I have it handled, believe me that I do."

"No." You expected that, but not from Derek. Maybe from Aaron, but not from Derek.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, no. Not with our jobs. Not knowing what we do. I'll tell Hotch, I'll tell the whole team. The more people on the lookout the better."

"I -"

"Morgan's right. So, let's figure out what to do."

"There's nothing to do. He sent flowers, not a bomb. Leave it alone. If the worst thing he does is send me flowers once a year - well people have dealt with worse. You're both overreacting."

"You expect us to do nothing? What about when he escalates?"

"He won't!"

"You can't possibly know that." His entire demeanor is stiff and tense and he's aggravated with you for not taking this as seriously as he is.

"I was with him for four years, Aaron. Trust me. I know him. He has nothing to gain from an escalation and everything to lose. He's married, he doesn't exactly want me back. He just hates that I dumped him and once a year he remembers that and gets pissed off and drunk and in his own passive aggressive way, chooses to do this. It's not worth any of us wasting a second more of our time on!"

Derek looks like he'd rather be anywhere but standing in the middle of the two of you at that moment.

Aaron breathes out slowly before he speaks, as though if he takes a moment it'll prevent him from shaking you into seeing it his way. "I still would like for the team to be on alert. Just in case." It would appear he'd decided on the reasonable approach.

You groan, but know that's the best you're about to get. At your nod, Aaron and Derek exchange a look before Derek moves to leave the room.

"Hey," you stop him as his hand touches the doorknob. "Next time I ask you to not tell my crazy, overprotective boyfriend something. Just don't."

He grimly shakes his head at you. "No promises."

You narrow your eyes at him. The two of you will be discussing this later.

Turning away from you, he nods at Hotch before opening the door and closing it behind him.

Aaron sighs before sitting down on the couch next to you. "Why wouldn't you just tell me?" he asks, as though he's afraid of the answer.

You know he's genuinely worried about you and grasping at the implication of you not telling him about this. You reach across the couch cushion and grab his hand, squeezing it. His fingers intertwine with yours instantly.  

"Aaron, if I thought - for even a second- that this was some sort of actual threat, you'd be the first person I'd tell."

Which was the truth. If there was any chance that Matthew was a threat to Aaron or Jack, you'd have told him immediately. As it stood, however, your ex boyfriend was nothing more than a coward who got off on his little annual psychological warfare.

He nods, his mouth a straight line.

You spend a few more minutes in his office reassuring him properly (How convenient that the blinds were already shut), before leaving him to finish up the rest of his work.

*------------*

Derek watches from the bullpen as you exit Hotch's office, not a hair out of place, though he could imagine that hadn't been the case a minute earlier. He sees your eyes dart around furtively before making a quick phone call. You say barely two words before hanging up.

*------------*

Ricky Costello had the self-assured charm of a boy who had never questioned his place in life. He'd grown up scrawny and had to learn how to fight and stand up for himself. As he'd grown older and filled out some, people knew better than to pick on him or anyone he was friends with. He was loyal, headstrong, and the smartest of the family - which is why his father had pulled some strings and gotten him into a good school where he could learn something and be of some use to the family.

You'd met Ricky in your accounting class when he'd tried to partner with you for a project, thinking you'd do all the work for him. He'd had to rethink that strategy when you'd shown up at his dorm room, pretended to be his girlfriend to get rid of his flavor of the week, and then promised to continue ruining his chances with every gullible freshman unless he did his share of the work. Needless to say, the two of you had the best project in the class.

You arrived at the bar he'd texted you the address to. It was in a quiet street just off central downtown and at six in the evening, there were only commuters headed back home. No one paid much attention to you as you quickly looked around before entering.

The place was mostly empty save for an older couple seated at a table in the corner. You see Ricky seated at the bar and you make your way towards him. Feeling someone approach, he turns around, a grin breaking out on his face when he sees you.

"Hi Doll," he stands and wraps you in a hug that lifts you off the ground and elicits a small squeal of surprise.

"Hi Ricky." Your face lights up at the sight of him. It had been a while.

He indicates to the bartender for another round, before guiding you to a small table at the other corner of the bar. He pulls out a chair for you as the bartender sets down two glasses of scotch.

"Cheers," he says, lifting his glass and clinking it with yours. "To seeing old friends."

"Cheers," you smile, taking a sip, your eyes studying him. He looked older, the beginnings of grey could be seen near his temples. His leather jacket hugged him just right and he'd grown out his usual stubble into a full, well-kept beard. His smile was still very much him - a little cocky and every bit as affectionate as you remembered it.

The two of you drink for a while as he catches you up on all the drama your old group had gone through recently - the weddings, the breakups, the kids. It was odd to have missed out on all of it.

"So, tell me, why'd you really call?" he asks, leaning back in his chair, his hand playing with the rim of his glass.

You take a breath, mimicking his posture. "Matthew is planning on running for Congress."

He takes in your pursed lips and the tenseness of your shoulders. "I heard," he says slowly, deliberately. "Been meaning to pay him a visit. Congratulate him."

"Congratulate him for me too."

The quirk of his lips tells you he knows why you're telling him this. There was no love lost between Matthew and Ricky. If they were in the same room they were bound to get into it. You'd done your best to keep them sequestered in different parts of your life - however some events were inevitably meant for larger groups.

He nods with a soft laugh, before indicating to the bartender for a second round, which is delivered promptly.

"You should come back, Y/N. Give up the straight laced thing. The crew, we miss you, doll." His voice is earnest and for a moment you see the hint of the boy who'd confided all his secrets to you during study sessions that had bled into the early morning hours.

You smile, and your voice catches ever so slightly. "I've met someone - and well, he's pretty much as straight laced as they come."

Ricky laughs at that and you know he's just a little surprised. "What's his name?"

"Aaron." His name feels right at home in your mouth.

"Nice Catholic boy?" His face is one of boyish teasing.

"I always did have a thing for those," you joke. And you know, you know Ricky will take that in the friendly manner that it was meant.

The two of you wrap up and Ricky closes out the tab before walking you back to your car. As you're about to pull out of the parking spot, he leans into your window, placing the lightest of kisses to your cheek.

"Tell your boy Aaron, he's the luckiest guy in the world."

*------------*

You hear the front door open and close as Aaron arrives, having dropped Jack off at the birthday party sleepover he was invited. You'd spent the day making sure you'd made enough tiramisu for all the guests while both Jack and Aaron snuck bites of it when your back was turned.

You've just finished dusting off the final pan with cocoa powder, when you feel Aaron's arms circle your waist from behind. You have to slap his hand away as it makes its way into the dessert. Him and Jack had polished off half a pan that morning and at this rate, you'd have none left for the actual guests.

"You can't eat all of the dessert before the guests get here. At this rate, you're pretty much cut off from it entirely. I don't think I can make it again if you and Jack are going to be like this," you scold, turning and poking at his stomach.

He doesn't have the decency to look even a little embarrassed. He just smiles and shrugs, his arms encircling your waist again. "I'll just have to find something else to eat instead, I guess."

His words send a spike of heat and desire through you. The two of you had been making the most of being home at the same time and every night had ended with him between your legs - one way or another.

Shaking your head, you escape his hold and move to clear the island for the caterers. He was relentless, however.

"You expect to wear this and have me keep my hands to myself?" His voice is a deep rumble behind you as his arms cage you against the island countertop and his mouth finds your pulse point. He's referring to the off shoulder dress you'd changed into while he'd been gone, highlighting your collarbone magnificently. It flared out from the waist, making you look like the epitome of the perfect housewife you had once been destined to become.

"I'd hoped you'd at least wait till the end of the night," you retort. His arms are warm and his chest firm behind you and you really didn't have it in you to push him away again. You were pretty helpless against him.

"I always like to get a head start." You can hear the humor in his voice as he pushes you against the counter a little more firmly, his arms coming from around you to clear the space right in front.

"Aaron." His name escapes you with a soft sigh as he plants warm kisses along your neck down to your exposed shoulders. He sweeps your hair to the front, lips traveling down your spine as his hands move underneath your dress, finding the waistband of your underwear and then slipping inside to find you wet, warm, and waiting for him.

He lets out a groan at the feel of you and can't help but grind himself against you. He knows he's working against the clock and is surprised you've let him get this far.

You let out a sharp gasp as his thumb presses against your clit and he inserts two fingers deep within you. He had the art of getting you to come, down to a near science. He quickly pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing your clit in repeated circles. With his other hand he brings your head around and captures your lips. The press of his lips against yours is a feeling you'll never tire of you.

You come embarrassingly quick, fluttering around his fingers, your back arched and your ass grinding into his hard length behind you. He turns you around, his mouth hot and needy against yours. When you pull away, his eyes are blown wide and there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead from the exertion of keeping himself from simply plowing into you.

You make quick work of his belt buckle and help him work his jeans and underwear down, eager to have him in you. With one eye on the clock behind you, he hoists you up to the countertop, placing you on the edge, and enters you swiftly, eliciting a loud groan from you.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Always so ready for me. Always tight…wet." His voice is rough and low and makes the coil in your stomach tighter and your breath come out harsher. He moves efficiently, his head tucked into the crook of your neck and his arms working to keep you balanced on the edge.

His breath is warm against your neck, and he's panting and leave wet open kisses to any skin available to him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he thrusts into you. You're close and you know he is too based on how irregular his movement is becoming.

You remove one hand from his shoulder, pulling on his hair to move his head enough to reach his mouth in a lazy kiss. He groans into your mouth as he comes, drawing your orgasm out right after, causing you to tremble against him.

As you come down, you're entirely slumped against his chest and he's moved you to sit more firmly on the island. You know you look nowhere near as presentable as you did fifteen minutes prior, but you're finding it hard to be too upset about it.

Still, you can't help but be a little bratty about it. "I'm going to have to redo my makeup," you whine against him.

Laughing breathlessly, he picks you up to carry you upstairs. It was a wonder he had the strength to do that right after. You could barely stand up when he deposited you outside the shower.

The two of you work quickly to get cleaned up and Aaron is the one to let the caterers in as you redo your hair and makeup. You fish out another dress - one with sleeves and a higher neckline. You couldn't afford to be pulled into the coat closet with people around.

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An hour and a half later, the party is in full swing. Emily had brought Henry Eastwood - Senator Williams's Chief of Staff. The two of you had run into him while out shopping a few weeks back and having recognized you, had come up to say hello. You had a feeling that had Emily not been with you, he would've entirely ignored some girl his boss had dated for a few weeks a year or so ago. However, you couldn't deny that they made a handsome couple.

Penelope had brought Elliot - the two of them had really hit it off and you were happy to see her smiling and laughing with someone. You'd given in and allowed Rossi to bring Strauss and you were pleasantly surprised to see her being on her best behavior around Aaron. Derek had brought Savannah and they were talking to JJ and Will.

You walked to the kitchen to open up another bottle of wine and refill everyone's glasses. It seemed Savannah had followed you, empty glass in hand. Laughing, you top off her glass with the almost empty bottle in hand, before opening the next one.

"Thanks for having everyone over," she says, taking a drink from her glass.

"Of course. Aaron and I honestly meant to do this ages ago, but work got away from us."

You have a feeling Savannah wants to talk to you about something else, however, so you don't say much more, trying to give her the chance to speak up.

She looks around a little nervously, but seems to make up her mind. "You're different for Derek, you know. Different from Emily and Penelope. He's very protective of you."

"I'm protective of him too," you respond softly. You know what she means however. You and Derek had gone through the worst thing in the world together and only came out the other end because of one other.

"Savannah, you have nothing to worry about," you reassure her, knowing that's what she really needed at the moment. Her and Derek hadn't had much time together lately and you could understand feeling insecure. "Derek loves you and you're good for him. You challenge him and you're the first girl I've seen him be so head over heels for."

She smiles and you know that helped a bit. "Thanks."

The two of you each grab a bottle and head back to the main living room. As you pour more wine into Dave's glass, you catch Aaron's eye and you feel warmth pooling in your stomach, the promise of a good night ahead of you. You walk around the room and top off everyone, making sure there's enough appetizers still out.

Derek offers to help you carry back the empty platters and follows you into the kitchen. "So, I heard something interesting today," he says, placing the platters on the counter.

You hum, as you grab more of the stuffed mushrooms from the warmer and arrange them on the empty platter.

"Cops responded to a call about a break in in New Hampshire, placed by someone's neighbor," he pauses and he knows you're listening. "When they get there, guy living in the house was obviously beat up, but his wife seemed alright. Just a little shaken up. Funny thing is - dude refused to press charges, even though cops could tell that the house had been broken into."

Your posture has gotten incredibly stiff as he spoke. He knows. You don't say anything, simply look at him apprehensively.

"Tell me," he continues, "what's the Italian mob's going rate to put the fear of God in someone?"

You take a breath, before meeting his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh yeah, you wouldn't. Probably get the friends and family discount," he trails off, grabbing the platter and walking out of the kitchen.

Crap. He really did know. He knew about Ricky. Which meant he'd probably gotten Penelope involved as well.

Quickly composing yourself, you carry the other platter out, joining him by the appetizer table.

"Derek - "

"Don't worry. Garcia won't say anything."

You look at him, and you know he won't either.

"Thank you."

He nods, popping another mushroom in his mouth and smiling at you. He wouldn't be doubting you again when you said you had something under control.

He wouldn't tell anyone. When Hotch asks him later about the Matthew situation, all he'd say was that it was handled. Hotch would pause, look at him, but then trust Morgan to know that it was really handled.

[antoine-roquentin]

The Orlando Sentinel’s extensive coverage of Joel Greenberg started getting attention this week. National news organizations wanted to know more about the disgraced Seminole County tax collector’s connections to Florida U.S. Rep. Matt Gaetz, who’s under investigation for possible sexual misconduct.

So they turned to a news outlet that still values local news.

The Sentinel produced dozens of stories chronicling Greenberg’s failings as a public servant because the newspaper has dedicated journalists who cover Seminole County. That’s the hallmark of the Sentinel’s work — covering local stories.

Our news staff reports on county commissions and school boards, high school and college sports, restaurants and recipes, live music and local theater, roads and trains. We’re the watchdog that uncovers scandal at the expressway and airport authorities.

That’s why the impending takeover of Tribune Publishing, the Sentinel’s parent company, by the notorious hedge fund Alden Global Capital feels like an existential moment for our newspaper’s future.

Alden’s history with newspaper ownership is akin to a biblical plague of locusts — it devours newsroom resources to maximize profits, leaving ruin in its wake.

But more on that shortly.

Because we’re feeling more hopeful that the Sentinel and Tribune Publishing might be rescued from a future under Alden’s thumb.

Wealthy potential investors, who appear to appreciate more than just the financial value of newspapers, have taken an interest in Tribune and may join forces to make a counter-offer to Alden.

They include hotel executive Stewart Bainum, who originally wanted to buy just the Baltimore Sun from Alden; Swiss billionaire Hansjörg Wyss; and Mason Slaine, a former media executive who lives in South Florida.

Here in Orlando, Craig Mateer, the founder of Bags Inc., says he wants to join the group but as an investor in the Sentinel. Mateer, who sold the baggage-handling company in 2018, has a personal connection with the paper — his father was an attorney who worked with the Sentinel’s longtime owner, Martin Andersen.

Other community leaders and philanthropists have expressed interest — a very encouraging sign.

All say they’re motivated by the desire to see newspapers thrive. Like the nation’s founders, they understand the fundamental civic value of news in our society — to keep the public informed and hold government officials like Joel Greenberg accountable.

This is the kind of principled ownership the Sentinel and other Tribune papers like the Chicago Tribune and South Florida Sun Sentinel need to survive and thrive, investors who see not just an opportunity to make money (because many papers, ours included, still make money) but also a way to strengthen their communities.

Alden, on the other hand, sees only profit potential. And that’s not hyperbole.

When Alden assumed control of the MediaNews Group newspaper chain in 2010, one of its premier properties was the Denver Post with a newsroom of some 230 reporters, editors and photographers. Today, the Post has diminished to about 70 journalists in its newsroom. This to cover a metro area of nearly 3 million people. Other papers in the Alden-owned chain have seen bone-deep staff cuts, too.

The Sentinel has hardly been immune to downsizing cuts under Tribune Publishing ownership. The 170-person newsroom in 2010 now numbers just under 80. Like other papers, we’ve closed bureaus, and narrowed our areas of coverage. Our eyes are wide open about what we are able to do today versus 10 years ago.

With Alden as our owner, however, it could get much, much worse.

National Public Radio reported earlier this year that Chicago Tribune Editor Colin McMahon told the newsroom that Alden will expect some papers to nearly double their profit margins.

In our business, just about the only way to make that happen is by cutting personnel, which would mean fewer journalists covering a metro area of 2.6 million people, one of the fastest growing regions in the nation.

Fewer reporters to cover high school football, follow local political campaigns, review the newest restaurants and uncover stories about a tax collector misspending money and abusing power.

We can’t say with 100% certainty that doom awaits if Alden takes over. Nor can we be 100% certain that a purchase by more benevolent investors would preserve community journalism in Central Florida.

But we do know Alden’s track record. And we can contrast the gutting of papers like the Denver Post with the experience in places like Minnesota, where a local investor — Timberwolves owner Glen Taylor — bought the Star Tribune newspaper in 2010.

There, the newsroom still has well over 200 journalists covering a metro area of 3.6 million.

(The Alden-owned newspaper that makes up the other half of the Twin Cities, the St. Paul Pioneer Press, has dropped from 260 newsroom staffers to 50 today.)

[idunnoficsorsumthing]

My Point Part 1

Hey ya’ll this part one of the shitty fic I wrote when I was 15. I am reposting all my old fics. Who cares? nobody? okiiiii anyway I could not be bothered by the fact that this fic is written in both first and second person lmao. Sorry, this it the quality of it back in 2017, and that is the quality it will stay in now.

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You walk to your room when you see Scott pulling himself up, and down, up and down in his bathroom door. “You can do as many pull ups, you still won’t make the lacrosse team.”  you tell him. He completely ignores you. You hear a strange noise on the front porch as you are about to check it out, Scott walks behind you with a baseball bat. “What you doing with that?” i ask, he slowly walks past you and sneakily walks to the porch as you follow him. When Stiles fell down the rain gutter, All of you screamed. “Stiles! what the hell are you doing.” Scott yelled, “You weren’t answering your phone.” Stiles said, you were half laughing. “Hi Angel. “ Stiles said, for a moment before asking Scott.” What are you doing with that Bat?” I take the bat out of Scott’s arm. “I thought you were a predator!” he exclaimed. Stiles was still hanging there upside down.  “A pred-” Stiles started his sentence, but you cut him off. 

“Stiles it’s late what do you want?” you ask him. “I know it’s late but my dad just had a dispatch call they are calling in every sheriff in Beacon Hills and even state police. “ he said, he looked too excited, it must be a murder. Stiles loved those. He loved thinking about ways it could have been done, how to solve it. “for what?’ Scott asked, “ A body.” You said, Stiles looked at you for a moment. “How did you?” he asked, then shook his head. “ Two joggers found a body in the woods.” he explained. You pushed Stiles, and he had to jump in order to land easily. “ A dead body?” Scott asked confused. “No, a body of water.” Stiles said sarcastic. Which made you smile a little. “Yes, Dumb ass ,a dead body” he said, Stiles climbed on the porch. He put his arm around my shoulder to lean on, as we both look at Scott while he is still trying to figure it out. “ You mean like murdered?” Scott asked, “Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl probably in her twenties. “ Stiles gave us more details. “Hold on, if they have the body what are they looking for?” Scott asks. “That is the best part, they only found half of it.” Stiles said too excited. But, you smile too you knew what Stiles wanted to do. “We’re going.” he said, he wanted to leave. “No.” Scott said, “You’re not coming with us.” he made a gesture of no after  you begged them if you could come. Stiles couldn’t care less if you came or not. He and Scott were best friends, and you did not always tag along. Almost never really. You never asked if you could except this one time. Sometimes they would ask you to come ,and you would accept. You and Stiles did spend a lot of time talking whenever Stiles was at your house(which he was a lot), you even let him make a spare key. He often came at your place when Scott wasn’t home yet, and then he would talk to you. Help you do stuff like laundry, cooking, homework. Until Scott would come home, then you would bug out. At school, Scott, Stiles, and you did spend a lot of time together. “Pleaasee. Come on. Scott its a DEAD body please.” you begged. “Fine.” Scott said, “But, don’t tell mom.” You made a little scream out of happiness and you started to smile like crazy. “ You two are psycho’s.” Scott said, as he saw that both Stiles, and his sister were over come of joy when they were allowed to investigate the woods late at night in search for a dead part body. 

* Time skip Scott, Stiles, and you were lying on the ground in the forest, looking at the cops with their flashlights. “Hey Stiles.” you said, he turned his head to look at you. “Turn of the light, you idiot.” you hissed at him. He then look at the light, and started fidgeting, and trying to turn it off. When Stiles jumped up, and ran forward. “Stiles.” Scott gasped. As Scott took another puff from his inhaler, you kept up with Scott”s pace as you followed Stiles. “wait up Stiles.” Scott hissed. Stiles looked back to see how we were doing. When he got startled by a big searching dog, and fell to the ground. A man started shouting, until you hear the familiar voice of Stiles dad, and sheriff calming everything down. “This little delinquent belongs to me.” the sheriff told the other man. “Hey dad, how you doing?” Stiles tried to ask casually.  “So, do you always listen to all my phone calls?” Stiles dad asks him. Stiles profoundly shakes his head. “No” he said,” Not the boring ones.”  the sheriff looked into the dark. He couldn’t see me or Scott. “Where is your usual partner in crime?” he asked Stiles. Stiles began to fake chuckle. “Who Scott? Scott’s at home, he wanted to get a good night sleep before practice.” Stiles Lied. “It’s just me, in the woods, alone.”. I couldn’t take it. While Scott hid behind a tree, you walked into the light. “Hello Sheriff.” you said, “Angel? what you doing here? “ The Sheriff asked me: “Did he drag you into this?” while pointing at his son.”You kids should not be looking for dead bodies.” he then continued.  You put you arm around Stiles waist, and leaned on his shoulder. “We weren’t looking for a body Sheriff. We were doing other things when we saw the search light, and we thought we would see what was going on here.”  you said, the sheriff began to laugh. “Nice try, Angel.” he said: “Scott, you out there.” while shinning the flash light in Scott’s direction. “Well, young lady, and man. I’ll walk you to your car.” he said, you let go off Stiles. “Dad, is it that unbelievable I would have a girlfriend?” He asked his dad after a few minutes. His dad looked at his son, and then to me. “A girlfriend, unlikely, that girl, impossible.” he said, while pointing at you. “I can’t believe you dragged her here.” he said: “If Melissa knows about this. Does Scott know?” he kept on walking. “Sheriff, me coming here wasn’t his fault, I begged him to let me come.” I told the sheriff. Stiles wanted to stop me from saying it. “Thanks for trying to take the blame.” Stiles said, when he parked his car in front of your door. “You’re my brothers best friend. “I said simply. you wanted to get out, as Stiles grabbed your arm. “I’m not only Scott’s friend, I’m yours too, and I really appreciate what you did.” he said, you lean back into the and kiss his cheek. “Good night, Stillinski.” 

The next morning, you and your brother biked to school. This jerk opened the car door against Scott’s legs. He walked to my brother. “ Dude, watch the paint job.” he said, you took out the keys of your bike.But, Jackson was already gone to some guy that called for him.  “Dude, watch the paint job.” you imitated Jacksons voice. As you made a small A on his car.  Scott had to laugh so hard. You met up with Scott, and Stiles after classes, you were all sophomores, but, you took AP and Honor classes. You were sitting on a bench at the lacrosse try-outs. You saw the coach talking to Scott, and Stiles sitting on the bench. The new girl that Scott had mentioned just before he went on the field was sitting on the tribune with Lydia Martin. Most popular girl on school ,and Beacon Hills, and Stiles life long crush. You then saw Scott take a ball in the face. When another player was about to throw. The ball was flying across the field, until Scott with lighting speed catches it with the stick. Then he catches another ball, and Stiles starts to cheer. You notice something peculiar, he is catching every ball. He never catched a ball in his life, and all of the sudden he catches them all. Those pulls up must have done something. Then Jacksons steps up, and takes a ball, with full speed Jackson fires the ball at Scott. Scott catches the ball, and everyone including Lydia Martin starts to cheer. * Time Skip The next day at school you decided you would  talk to Allison Argent, the new girl. After Scott told me about his encounter with her at the vet. Even you were curious. At lunch Allison was sitting at a table alone. “Hi, I’m Y/n, but everyone calls me Angel.” you told her. She nodded. “Lydia told me about you, I’m Allison Argent.” she said, You took a bite of your potato salad. “You quite made it, didn’t you. Being taken in by the popular kids in your first week.”  I said, she frowned. “Greenberg told me, that Lydia wanted you to become her friend, because she saw potential in you to become one of the most popular girls in the district.” Allison said,  I smile, ‘I couldn’t care any less for popularity. “  I said, “You were the only one to refuse such an offer from Lydia Martin, she dislikes you.” She said, I sign. “There is more than these four walls, try to remember that.” i told her as I got up, and walked away.

That night you hear the door to your house open. “Scott?” You yell down the stairs. “No, Stiles.” he said, “He’s not here.” I yelled: “ He’s at practice.” you hear steps on the stairs. Then his goofy face in your doorway. “ I know.” he said, you were laying on your stomach doing homework in your doctor who pajamas. You shuffle a bit to the side, and pat on the bed for him to come sit on it. “Shoes off.” I told him. he put off his shoes, and lied down besides me. “What is going on Stilinski?” you ask. he stared at you.”I think Scott might be a werewolf.” he said, your first instinct was to laugh. But, you didn’t say anything for a moment or two. “Angel?” Stiles asked. You nodded.” Yeah totally, did you see his moves at practice, he got this big bite mark so why not.” You said, Stiles signed,”But, where is the prove you just spend hours on printing out.” you said,  He dumped a staple of pages on the bed. “I spent hours trying to find evidence, that you would believe me, and you just believed me.” he said, you had to laugh. You went through some of the pages.  “Stiles we are the only people that know Scott the most. If we think something weird is happening than that is because THERE IS.” you said,  while you laugh. Which made Stiles laugh too. “So how are we going to tell him?” you ask. 

You were reading your book, with your ear buds in, and stiles feet over your lap. He was trying to sleep on three chairs while you were sitting in one of them. He was talking gibberish about stuff you didn’t need to know so you turned up the music. “Have they been here all night?” Lydia’s dad asks your mom. “Them? they have been here all weekend.” She said, Stiles suddenly wakes up. He looks at you. You take out the ear buds. “ You’re very dirty.” I said, he just awkwardly nods. “You get us some food, I’ll go find some coffee.” I said, The next day, Stiles called Scott to his house, when he got to Stiles room, and opened the door he was surprised to see his sister in his best friends bedroom.“Angel what are you doing here?” Scott asked, “We have been up all night, websites, books, we have all this information.” Stiles told Scott, he was being hyper active. “How much adderall have you had today?” Scott asks his best friend. “He has had too much.” I said, I sat down on Stiles’s bed. “Yes, a lot, doesn’t matter okay, just listen.” Stiles said, Scott got a smirk on his face. He threw his bag on Stiles bed, and sits down besides you. “Is this about the dead body?” Scott asked, you shake your head. “They are still questioning people.” You said, “Derek Hale specifically.” Stiles added. He sat on his chair in front of you guys, and held a staple of papers in his hand. “Oh, the guy we saw in the woods the other day.” Scott said, you frown at them. “When where you in the woods?” i ask, Scott hesitated a moment.  "We were looking for my inhaler.“ he said, "anyway.” Stiles continued: “Yes, but that is not the point.” . “What then?” Scott asked. Stiles waited a moment before saying. “ Remember the joke from the other day?” he said, “Not a joke anymore.” the smile on his face, turned serious. As we impatient waited for Scott’s reaction. “The wolf, the bite in the woods, I started doing all this research.” he said, “Do you know why a wolf howls?” he then asked, looking from Scott to me and then back at Scott. “Should I?” he asked, Stiles stood up. “It’s a signal Scott.” you said before Stiles got the chance. “When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack.”  Stiles explained in more detail. “So if you heard a wolf howl, that means others could have been nearby.” he said, “Maybe a whole pack, that could be somewhere between 10 and 20.” you added to Stiles speech. “A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked, you shook your head. You met Stiles eyes, and nodded that he needed to tell him. “No Werewolves.” he said, Scott was silent, he shook his head around looking from me to Stiles, from me to Stiles. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? he said with a louder voice. "You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.” he picked up his bag. “Scott, We are not joking.” I tell him. “Angel, I can’t believe you are actually believing this stuff.” He told you. “Scott, you’re acting strange you have been the whole week, you haven’t used your inhaler once.” I tell him, as I too stand up, not that it made much difference I was shorter than both Scott, and Stiles anyway. “I saw you on the field today,Scott. What you did wasn’t just amazing.All right, it was impossible.” he said, Scott rolled his eyes. “ Yeah, so I made a good shot.” Scott said, Scott was about to leave. “No you made an incredible shot. I mean your speed, your reflexes.” he said, while putting Scott’s bag down on the bed. “People can’t do that overnight, Scott.” you tell him. “ You’re vision and the senses.” Scott raised his eye brow at you. “Stiles told you about that?’ Scott asked. You nodded. "I can’t think about this right now!” Scott said, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”  "No, we are talking about it now.“ you said, Scott gave you a glare. ” The full moon is tonight, Don’t you get it?“ Stiles tried to warn him. "What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t believe  wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?” Scott yelled at Stiles. “ We are trying to help you.” Stiles told him. “You’re cursed Scott.” You shake your head. “Not cursed. Being a werewolf is going to be so cool.” I said, with my geeky undertone. Stiles, and Scott look at you for a moment. “Anyway, it’s not just the full moon will cause you to physically change. I will also happen when your blood lust will be at it’s peak.” Stiles said, Scott looked confused. “Blood lust?” Scott asked. “Yeah, your urge to kill.” I said, “I’m already feeling an urge to kill, you and Angel.” he said, while glaring at you. “You gotta hear this.”  Stiles said as he turned to his computer, he was searching for something. You picked up a book that was on his desk. “Stiles.” you said, he turned to you, and he grabbed the book out of your hand. “The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. ” he said, “I haven’t seen anything raise your pulse as much as Allison does.” he said, I could how angry Scott was. Stiles went over the line. He stood up, and went to Scott’s back as he was fidgeting, trying to get Scott’s phone. “I’m cancelling your date.” he said, he held the phone in his hand. But, Scott pushed Stiles to the wall, While with his left hand he held Stiles to the wall, and with the other he raised his hand.“ You’re going to give it to me.” He said, his voice sounded different.  "Scott!“ you screamed. You pull at the arm that was pushing Stiles against the wall. Scott looked at the fist he raised at his best friend. He let out an roar, he let go of Stiles, and slammed Stiles chair. Scott breathed heavily as he spit out an apology to Stiles. "I gotta get ready for that party.” he stammered. He took his back, he waited at the door, as Stiles standing completely overwhelmed against the wall, Scott looked at him. “I’m sorry.” he said, as he walked out the door. Stiles put his head back, and it made a hollow sound against the wall. “Stile-” i was trying to say. he moved to pick up his chair. When you both saw the claw marks on the back of the chair. You didn’t say anything, you just gave each other a glance. “Pick me up at 8.” you told Stiles. He looked confused. “We have a party to go to.” you told him, as you walked out the door.

You walked down the stairs, with a party worthy outfit. “Where you going young lady?” you hear a voice.

[imjustafangirl-nobodylovesme]

Greenberg Appreciation Week

Relationships

@greenbergappreciation

Zac was enjoying his shift at Sinema when a devastatingly familiar face sits down at the bar. He'd grown up a lot since the last time he'd seen Danny, but just seeing him again brought back the painfully awkward crush he'd had on him in high school.

The other bartender was busy at the other end of the bar so Zac steeled himself up and asked Danny what he'd like to drink.

"Something with tequila. Surprise m- Greenberg? Zac Greenberg?" Danny's eyes widened in surprise.

Zac resisted the urge to fidget as Danny's gaze travels appreciatively down his torso. "It's good to see you, Danny. One tequila surprise, coming right up."

Zac kept his hands busy making a drink he'd been experimenting with for a while. He thought he had it down and hoped Danny would approve. "So, what brings you back to Beacon Hills? I thought you escaped for good."

Danny laughed. "Me, too. But my mon is getting remarried and I'm here for a week while it all goes down. So, what's up with this place, huh? I was bummed when I found out the Jungle wasn't around anymore."

"I mean, it's not exclusively gay," Zac told him, "but it's still pretty damn gay." He slid the drink to Danny.

Danny took a sip and groaned in a way that made Zac step closer to the bar to hide his immediate reaction. "Holy shit, this is amazing. What is it called?"

"It doesn't have a name yet. You're the first person besides me to try it." Zac blushed at the positive reaction, thankful for the neon lights around the bar for disguising the flush.

"Well, you should never name it and just only make it for me." Danny took another sip, humming happily before resuming the interrupted conversation. "Anybody I might recognize out there?"

"Nah, most of our class is off at college this time of year. The older patrons leave pretty early and the kids stay as long as possible. The younger members in Scott's-" Zac cut himself off before he could freak Danny out with the knowledge of what Scott is.

"Scott's pack?" Danny asked.

"You know?"

"I knew before I left. Broke up with Ethan because I couldn't date a werewolf. Wait. Did you get bitten?" Danny squinted at Zac.

"Nah. Puberty just finally caught up to me." Zac laughed. "But the whole town basically knows now after this crazy lady and Allison's grandpa started a war against them about a year ago. And something about a fear monster? I don't know. Anyway, now everyone knows that the wolves of Beacon Hills are here to protect us. The younger pack members come here a lot."

"No shit? Sounds like I left just in time."

"Truth."

"So, why are you still here, then?"

"There's no place like home." Zac shrugged.

"To each his own, yeah?" Danny polished off his drink.

Zac agreed, then asked, "Wanna try something else I've been working on?"

"Hell yes."

They spent the night catching up. Talking every free second Zac had. When Zac's shift ended, he plucked up the courage to ask Danny to go with him and silently marveled when Danny said yes.

At the end of the week when Danny was supposed to leave, he told Zac he'd decided to stay.

"Really?" Zac asked. "Why?"

Danny stepped forward and Zac immediately opened his arms to pull him in closer and Danny said, "There's no place like home."

[justanalto]

Hi, I'm so glad you exist. I don't know if you do this, but I was wondering about your thoughts on 7x09.

hi, anon! whoever you are, i’m really glad you exist, too :) for spoilers, i’ll keep going below the cut. 

my thoughts on 7x09 right off the bat are that honestly, drew z greenberg deserves a medal. the entire writer’s room of s7 deserves a medal, because this season has been really well written thus far! (it also might be because this is the most i’ve focused on a season since s3...college rly be like that). from a technical standpoint, i also really loved the editing style that went on in this episode -- i know it’s a time loop episode and the quick-cut style is sort of required to fit the trope, but aos went ham on the quick cuts, which only increased the amount of humor I took out of the episode. the series where they try talking to enoch? the best part, both in the editing and in the fact that so much of the cutting was between one-liners. 

personally, i’m not all that attached to enoch -- i definitely loved him more this season and i understand the relationship he’s had with the team, but i’m just not that attached to him? (again, my brain stopped at season 3, mentally, even though I’m all caught up.) that being said, his ending monologue was fantastic but THE MOST FORBODING THING ever, and it sets up so much for the last four episodes of the...series. damn, the series is ending, y’all. i don’t think i’ve ever been present for a series ending like this and I’d really like to not acknowledge it until it’s there. i don’t want to think about how Fitz is going to react to the fact that he’s lost enoch, either. the two of them have been through so much together. 

i also wasn’t expecting coulson to practically lose it when daisy activated him for the first time (or, at least, the first time that we saw him). getting stuck in a tv for a year will do things to you, i’m sure, but it was so nice to see him going into a passioned rant. it was almost like the old coulson was back, and I really appreciated the banter that went on between him and daisy. it was also really nice to know he wasn’t going to turn out to betray them all like the preview’d made it out to be. 

speaking of banter between characters, a) the conversation between jemma and daisy about having a safe word? 10/10 b) everything about the conversation between daisy and sousa i was positively here for. daisy’s “i can take a loop” and the conversation that ensued was so clarifying to see and really gave us a solid foundation for how they understand and work with each other, even though it was something we’d been seeing since sousa entered the picture. 

oh, and the kiss. y’know, nothing big at all, just a lot of screaming and cheering and really hoping the aos writers won’t fuck us over after this. and while part of me knows that lincoln is good and dead and has been for several years now, i think part of me will always hold space for them even though i enjoy dousy, too. my favorite part of their conversation was that sousa said that he was the person who picked people up after they ran into the wall...and that really hit close. 

i will say it was a little jarring to see all of them acting as if nothing had happened in next week’s preview, but i also feel like that’s very on brand for the show, so... *shrugs*. i gave up theorizing what would happen in the next week a long time ago for Reasons, honestly, and at this point, all I want is for no one to get fridged unfairly (at all is a little bit of a stretch), for fitz to show up at least once and to be satisfied with everyone’s endings. 

if there’s anything else you’d want to hear, let me know and i’ll be happy to answer it for you! 

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Greenberg Appreciation Week Day 1: Who The Hell Is Greenberg?

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Hello everyone! This is just a little check in to see what the interest would be in having Greenberg Appreciation Week this year. It would be around the same time (mid-late March). If you're interested please like/reblog/reply to let us know. We're also open to possible daily theme suggestions. Thanks!

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11/09/2019 DAB Transcript

Ezekiel 20:1-49, Hebrews 9:11-28, Psalms 107:1-43, Proverbs 27:11

Today is the 9th day of November. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I’m Brian. It's great to be here with you as we…well…as we begin to close the books on another one of our weeks and continue forward on our journey. So, we’ve been reading from the Contemporary English Version this week, which is, of course, what we’ll do today. And we’re continuing the journey through the book of Ezekiel. Today we’ll read chapter 20.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for another week in Your word and we can see on the calendar that we don’t have so many of these weeks left before we will conclude another revolution around the sun, and another adventure through the Scriptures. And, of course, that's thinking out in front of ourselves. We are here now, and Your word keeps us grounded each day in the day that we are in and You give us what we need for the day. And we thank You for bringing us this far and we do indeed look forward with anticipation that You will give us what we need each and every day as we continue this journey to the end of the year. Come Holy Spirit, speak to us through Your word, plant Your word in the fertile soil of our lives and may our hearts be fertile soil, not hardened, but fertile and ready to receive from You, that we might flourish and that the fruit of the Spirit might be the harvest. Come Jesus we pray in Your mighty name. Amen.

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And that is it for today. I’m Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi Daily Audio Bible family this is Kathleen from Florida. I would appreciate your prayers. I’m getting ready to start a woman’s Bible study in my home that is tied to the Daily Audio Bible and the God of Your Story. And I’m just really coveting your prayers that the people who are supposed to come, that there will be no hindrances and that everything that is said and done will just be of the Holy Spirit. And really, really appreciate this portal and life giving resource and would really appreciate your prayers for this season that we’re moving into. Thanks.

Hello Daily Audio Bible family this is Denise it is November the 5th this is my second recording this morning but I’m catching up from this weekend. I listened to all the prayers and it is a great way to do some housework and I just want to thank everyone for calling in and people who are praying and people who requested. Just wanted to name some people. Mark with end-stage COPD, we are praying for you. Mike Greenberg who is dealing with a friend whose daughter committed suicide, I don’t even know outside of the word how to handle that but brother we’re praying for you. Praying for Bailey Ann in Tennessee who is fighting a variety of mental illnesses and isolation. We’re praying for Kevin who was…who is bipolar and stabbed himself and just praying over healing and sending all the right healers to him. We’re praying over Max from Adison. Max, please call in and let us know how you’re doing. Praying for Brenda who woke up on 9/11 who couldn’t walk. Praying for Tom who prayerfully cried for healing for his wife Nancy. And Tom I heard you and your prayer, and you are on the repeat list in the Bible or in my prayer list I have. Praying for Shannon in Salem Oregon and the elementary school community with a child that was hit and how painful that all must be. Betty and her son Nathan. Jason with chronic fatigue. Mark and Sydney for your niece. Daddy’s Dreamer for your children who are facing gender identity. Running Desperately to Jesus for your seizures. Marjorie and her husband. Marjorie was just committed to a mental health facility. And lastly, Mike from Florida you called in about your daughter and could you call back and let us know how things are going. We’re praying but we’d love some specific prayer points. Thanks everyone. Praying for you all. Amen.

Hey DAB family this is Tony the painter. I’m not in London anymore I’m in Hatfield but I…I…I…I have to pray today for Sandy and Amarillo. Father God Lord please come into Sandy’s heart, into her mind, into her body and always Lord, never ever let Sandy ever forget You. Lord let her just be filled with Your Holy Spirit for all the rest of her life Lord. And Father God Lord I praise You and we’ll praise You and we ask You to just pour out Your blessings on Sandy and if possible, bring healing to her mind. Lord we love you in the name of Jesus. Amen. And Sandy this is kind of a huge thing for me to hear you saying these things because to become a Christian I had a motorbike crash at 65 miles an hour and I hit my head and my short-term memory is terrible. And, so, hearing you speak the way that you did really…it just…I just…I just heard your frustration and…and that realization that there are limitations. But you know what?  You can come through all of this because Jesus is walking right with you. He’s got you in His hands and He loves you with all of His heart. So, anyway, God bless everybody. I’m praying for all of you. Love you guys. Oh…and I’ve got my Campfire mug. That’s so cool. Thank you, Brian. Take care, God bless you all. Bye-bye.

This is Kathleen from Florida. I heard Sandy from Amarillo who called in this morning about a brain stroke. And I have to say that I just wept after first hearing her plea. So, Jesus I ask for Your holy hedge of protection around Sandy physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally, that she would have words of knowledge and that she would have opportunities to minister to the medical attending and ask for healing for her, but I ask for or Your will to be done and if it means You have spiritual healing in mind for those around her or who are attending to her, I pray You give her grace as Your work with the Holy Spirit comes full circle. Thank You, Jesus. And Sandy, know that I find You extremely courageous for calling in. We’ll be praying for You.

Good morning family this is Bridget from New York City today is November 5th. I’m behind. I’m still on November 1st. I just wanted to share my heart with you guys. I woke up today with this song on my Spirit, “Rescue” from Lauren Daigle and one of the lyrics really stood out and, you know, he…she says, “I hear you whisper underneath your breath. I hear you calling with your SOS.” And I know for me personally sometimes, I get hurt and offended by the words that my husband says and the way that he behaves. And it’s hard, right, not to feel, you know. It’s hard not to let it bother me, you know. And then God puts this song on my heart, and I know that He does hear my heart and I know that He will rescue and I’m just thankful for that. So, I just want to pray for those women that feel, you know, offended or hurt by their spouses. Lord, I just lift them up, I lift up every single female that’s in a marriage God that Lord her husband’s words weigh heavy to the point that it shakes her atmosphere Lord and I pray Father for You to shake her atmosphere. My God Your word says that You are our Father, that there is nothing that You would keep from us, that if Your child asks for a fish, will You give them a rock? No God. So, I just pray right now for every woman that is hurting that Father You would hear their cries and answer their heart cry Lord God, that You will open up their husband’s eyes to see God how it is that their words weigh heavy on their wives Lord God. Help us God in Jesus’ mighty, mighty name help us God. Amen.