#i just saw somebody on my dash having done the exact same thing so i feel so unoriginal too x'd

[tnt308]

Reconstructing is nothing new, one gets used to the sensations and everything is already over...

[mitamicah]

There’s new ToA and I am predictable so here’s the best boy :’D 💚💙

[lokilickedme]

Somebody help me chill, this is insane.

(under the cut because long and also pretty traumatic, for me at least)

Crazy neighbor, remember her?  Her son destroyed a piece of equipment we had attached to one of our trees at the fenceline last week, she denied it and called us insane liars - that’s the most recent craziness in the ongoing saga of the neighbor from hell.  I was sitting here reading my dash tonight and happened to glance over at the monitor for the surveillance camera husband got me the other day to watch that exact spot (where the equipment was smashed) and guess who I see bent over looking through the fence peering very closely at that exact spot?  Neighbor’s equally insane son, who we know did the actual dirty work.  And I, stupid like I am, took a screenshot of him and then immediately jumped up and ran outside in the dark in my pajamas (nearly 9pm, pitch black, their porch light is off because obviously they’re doing something they don’t want to be seen doing) and I ask “Excuse me, what are you doing?”

This lunatic immediately starts SCREAMING at me - I mean top of his lungs SCREAMING abusive threats, calling me a stupid psycho whore bitch, yelling at me to get my ass back in my house and generally just acting completely off his rocker unhinged nuts - and then his mother comes out and comes over to the fence and gets in my face while I’m just standing there and tells me to mind my own business.  I say I am minding my business, I saw him looking through the fence at my property right where we had vandalism happen last week so I came out to find out why he’s interested in my property.  She laughed in my face and said “No he wasn’t, he was standing right here looking at his phone like this” and she does this little pantomine of someone looking at their phone, which is funny because she wasn’t out there when he was doing it and there are no windows on that side of her house at all.  I ignored her and asked “What are you looking for?”  He kept screaming incoherent animal noises and insults from behind her so I asked again, “What are you looking for?”  And that crazy woman grinned at me and said “We’re just looking to see what kind of new devices you’ve installed!”

OMG.  She didn’t even take a breath in between lying and then contradicting her own lie.  And she’s grinning smugly at me the entire time, gesturing around pointing at our property cams and mosquito light (it flashes and apparently she thinks it’s watching her) and my bedroom window - which means she’s been snooping.  There is a cam sitting in my windowsill, aimed at the spot where the device was smashed.  Every bit of this equipment is on our property, some of it behind a privacy fence.  I tell her it’s none of her business what kind of devices we’ve got on our property, but she just yammers over me, and of course numbskull is still ranting like a psycho behind her, screaming at me to mind my own business and get back in my house and leave them alone.  At this point he’s pulled out his phone and shoved it over her shoulder toward my face and is recording me, which is just...fucking hilarious...because I’m literally doing nothing but standing there in shock and awe at how nuts these people are, and he’s still screaming abusive curses and names at me while he’s recording.

Anyway, for about 4.5 minutes we stood there with them shouting over me (I know the exact time because it was later discovered that our doorbell cam recorded audio of the entire event) and a little ways into it he screams “I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!”

At this point psycho woman finally turns around and says “Addison Case!” and pushes him back.  He lunges at me and she tells him to go call the police (??what??  I mean...I wish he had...my phone was in my hand frozen solid, locked up because of the glitchy surveillance app I had to install to see the camera, or else I would have called them myself - but my god they really thought I was the one the cops needed to come for??).  Meanwhile I’m just standing there on my own property in the dark in my pajamas, all 5 feet and 120 lbs of me, while this rabid animal - he’s a 21 year old college boy - is lunging at me and screaming nonstop, calling me a fucking whore bitch loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear it while his phone’s camera light is in my face blinding me.  Crazy lady smiles that smug shit eating grin of hers and tells me to get back in my house, leave her alone, and move the hell away so she can live in peace.

Wow.  Just...holy shit.

This is the person who has allowed her dog to attack my very small 8 year old son on our property and send him to the hospital with injuries last year, then attempt to attack him again 2 weeks ago (he is now 9 at the time of the second attack) - again on our own property (in our back yard this time, in our front yard the first time), has allowed her dogs (multiple) to bark all night long and keep us awake (she leaves them outside and then goes away for the weekend and they bark the entire time she’s gone), then she had her crazy violent son destroy the BarkBox we put in our tree on our side of the fence last week (we put it up as a humane way to get the barking to stop without having to listen to her call us insane liars every time we complain about it).  Yet...she kept repeating over and over and over for us to leave her alone and stop harassing her.

All I could even do was stand there shaking my head.  It was surreal.  And frustrating, because they wouldn’t even let me get a word out without screaming over me, and she was doing that infuriating Karen thing where they shove their hand at your face and grin smugly while they’re telling you what you better do or they’ll call someone to make you.

I actually started laughing, it was so ludicrous.  She’s committed all those vile offenses against us and we’re the ones that need to leave her alone.  We’ve had to file four police reports against her and we’re the ones that are making her life miserable.  I just can’t stop thinking about that Liar Liar movie where the repeat offender keeps calling his lawyer to complain that the cops won’t stop arresting him and the lawyer finally yells THEN STOP BREAKING THE LAW ASSHOLE!!

It’s just like that.  My god.

SO -

She tells him to call the police again, and this limp dick shoves that phone light right up to my face and says “You think she’s worth calling the cops over?  Look at her, she don’t look worth it to me.”  And bitch starts laughing.  My god, these people are subhuman, I swear.  I’ve never seen anyone act like this in my life, over a person doing literally nothing to them.

So she finally orders her rabid son (who is just about foaming at the mouth, I swear he’s making these barking animal noises at me, it’s weird as hell) into the house and they walk away, with him still ranting like a madman until the door closes behind them.  I immediately go inside my own house and call my husband, who was way out at the back of our property in our camper (he self quarantines each day after work out there to protect us because there have been a lot of covid cases at his workplace) and he didn’t know anything was happening.  He immediately runs up to the house and I tell him I caught neighbor’s thug son messing around at our fence and that when I went out he threatened to kill me.

Tom grabs something - I don’t even know what it was, I think it was this piece of board that was sitting by the door, we’ve done a shelving project recently and a couple of leftover pieces have been there for a few days - and he stalks outside toward neighbor’s house.  I hear him yell COME OUT HERE BOY!!! and I stg you guys, if I wasn’t on the phone calling 911 I might have thought about getting naked right there and then because damn.

So anyway, let’s not go there.  This is serious by god lol (look for this to show up in a fic soon though because material like this doesn’t get handed to you for free every day).

I call 911 and say the neighbor’s son just threatened my life and for them to come quick because he’s still over there but I know he’s going to leave any second (this is his mom’s M.O, the two times the police have tried to go talk to her she gets in her car and leaves before they can get from my house to hers, and I know he’ll do the same because COWARDS).  Tom comes back and says the little pussywillow wouldn’t come out of the house.  He’s breathing fire, you guys.  Pure fucking fire.  I tell 911 to get somebody out quick before the kid leaves, and just about 2 minutes after I hang up he does just that - we see him blast past our house in his truck and he’s gone, and then the police arrive about 3 minutes after.  I’m so mad I can’t see straight.  If they’d been able to see him in the state he was in, they’d have arrested him on sight.

Two squad cars (big SUV’s) pull up and block her driveway with full lights flashing, which makes me laugh because suddenly we’ve got neighbors coming outside to see what’s going on.  I meet the officers outside, and the crazy bitch next door does the same, yelling “Hello Officer!” and waving to them as they’re coming up to my porch.

They talk to me and Tom for a long time, I tell them everything that happened, they interview Big (he and Little were inside the open door and heard it all), we fill out our statements and talk with them more until one officer goes next door to talk to neighbor.  We can hear her dripping her fake sugar and spice while they’re talking on her porch and my husband loses his shit - he heads toward her house and yells “We got the entire thing on recording, don’t even try to lie!  Your kid, threatening to kill my wife?!?”  (he’s referring to the camera in my bedroom window, which actually only recorded about 2 minutes because I don’t have it set up correctly yet, but they don’t know that). The officer yells at him to get back, which, yeah - he shouldn’t have done that, but for god’s sake the woman’s peckerhead son just literally threatened murder on a member of his family, this is the final fucking straw and he’s mad.  And as he’s coming back across the yard the officer that stayed with me points at our new doorbell camera, just freshly installed as of about two weeks ago, and asks if it’s on.  We haven’t even really figured out how to use it yet, but yes, as far as we know it’s on.  The incident happened around the side of the house, but the doorbell records audio.

God bless technology.

I invite the officer inside the house and Tom gets his phone, pulls up the app for the doorbell, and starts skipping through the recording looking for the right timestamp.  Up till this point all they have is me saying the guy screamed a lot of abusive profanities at me and threatened to tear my head off, and they’re taking me serious but probably not that serious, you know?  Neighbors fight all the time, wars start over barking dogs, things get exaggerated, we’ve all seen the TV dramas.

Until Tom finds the segment on the footage and starts playing it to them on his phone.  It’s kind of quiet because we were a good distance away, but you can hear the guy screaming just like I said he was.  The officer asks if we have a speaker we can play it through so he can hear the words more clearly, because he needs proof of threat and that’s entirely in the words.

You guys, I’m tellin’ ya, sometimes you get a chance to fucking SHINE.  My husband is a musician and this cop is asking him if he’s got a good speaker.  So within minutes Tom’s got this huge venue-style amplifier designed for broadcasting music to the back wall of a freaking stadium pulled out into the livingroom and he’s hooking his phone up to it, and then he hits play and the other officer comes back from next door to join us and I can tell by the annoyed look on his face that neighbor bitch has likely charmed him and shed a plethora of persecuted tears and spewed her lies about how we’ve been harassing her forEVER and I think for a second that it’s a total loss now, he’s made his mind up in her favor.

And then...away we go.  Tom cranks the volume on the speaker and they both lean in to listen closely.

Just about a minute into the recording they have their proof - thugnuts screaming I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!

Both officers nod, close their notebooks, and the second officer makes a phonecall while the first one turns to me and says “That’s terroristic threatening and it’s a class C felony.  You’re going to need to go to the PA’s office with all the reports you’ve filed against them so far and all your evidence from tonight including that recording and hand it all to them.  They’re likely going to issue a no-contact so that he can’t interact with you ever again.”

This is a victory, but it’s just the first step, and I feel sickeningly disheartened that it’s all in my lap to do everything.  I want them to go demand his whereabouts from his mother and just go get his ass and haul him in.  But no, I have a ton of legwork to do now because these horrible people won’t fucking stop.

After several more minutes of me asking questions about what exactly we need to do and where we need to go, etc etc (I’m competent but I’m also fucking rattled, someone threatened to kill me tonight and I’m blanking hard on the instructions he’s giving me) they finally wrap it up and leave.  They’ve been in my house for a half hour waiting for me to finish filling out the report (I had to ask for more paper because honey I’m getting ALL the details in there) and I can just imagine how freaked out neighbor is when she sees what time they finally move their cars from in front of her driveway.

And now I’m coming down from the weird calm that I had through the entire event, and my heart feels like it’s going to EXPLODE.  I had heart surgery two months ago, do I need this??  The pathetic part is that I know now just how stupid those people are, and I know this won’t be the end from their side by any means.  We’ll start finding more stuff broken, or he’ll start climbing over the fence back at the back of the property to steal stuff from husband’s tool shed, or my tires will get slashed.  These people are that dumb and hateful, they proved it tonight.  He said if we had animals he would kill them, and then he made the same threat against me.  How stupid does a person have to be to stand there with his phone out recording himself ranting and making threats against a woman standing in her own yard in her pajamas?  Big tough man there.  And his mama grinning at me the whole time, telling me I’m crazy and she’s concerned for her own safety because of me, while her son is standing right behind her threatening my life.

I’m just...my god, I don’t even know what to think.  I thought people only acted like this in TV dramas, seriously.  I’ve seen some shit in my life but this particular brand of stupid has up till now evaded me, but now it’s been in my face and I’m sort of in shock.

I don’t like guns.  At ALL.  Tom has always had at least one hidden carefully away, safely locked up away from the house, but now there are two inside my house in immediate grabbing range.  He insisted that I let him show me how to use them.  Rules were laid down for the boys - never touch, never, don’t even get close to them - and now there is a box of shotgun shells on my fireplace mantel and a singleshot rifle by the door.  I hate this so damn much.

Don’t pick it up unless you’re ready to use it, he told me.  Without even thinking, I said back, “If I touch it it’s getting used.”

I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH

My god.  I told the cops that the drug lord that lived over there four years ago was a better neighbor than this woman.  They didn’t even laugh.

I guess they’re right, now that I think about it...it isn’t funny.

[spencerreidslove]

Old Friends

A/N: This idea has been haunting my dreams for the past month and a half, so I sat myself down and forced myself to write it. I used 2 songs called ‘Portland’ by Bowling Shoes and ‘Backyard Boy’ by Claire Rosinkranz.

———-

Maybe if Spencer hadn’t been so distracted by trying to get the bartender to open up about the man he was looking for, he might’ve heard the whispers fluttering around the bar.

“I heard she has 7 new songs! 7!”

“Did you see her last show? She was amazing!”

“I can’t believe she’s here!”

Maybe if Spencer hadn’t been so distracted by telling Morgan everything he had learned, he might’ve noticed the posters coating the walls, advertising a show later that night.

Spencer only noticed the busyness in bar when he looked up from his phone to see Morgan staring at something over his shoulder. No, not something.

Somebody.

Spencer turned and spotted who Morgan was looking at.

At the exact same moment you looked up from where you were signing a peice of paper a girl had handed you.

A grin broke out across your face, and you said your goodbyes to the girl and made your way over to Spencer.

Before he could say anything, you wrapped your arms around him, and he smiled and wrapped his arms around you.

“What are you doing here?” Spencer asked.

“What am I doing here? I have a show. What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Work.” Spencer pulled away from the hug. “It’s been too long.”

Morgan cleared his throat from behind Spencer.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I just have to know who is so important that Spencer Reid breaks his germaphobe rules and hugs somebody.” He said.

Spencer flushed a little bit, clearly embarrassed about ignoring Morgan.

“Morgan, this is Y/N Y/L/N, we lived next door to each other when we were growing up.” Spencer turned twoards you. “Y/N, this is Derek Morgan, we work together.”

“Grew up together? You must have so many stories about Spencer.” Morgan said, smirking.

“Tons. This one time when we were four-“

“So Y/N, are you the reason everybody’s so excited around here?” Spencer said, cutting off your story.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” Morgan asked. “You’re the only thing people are talking about around here.”

At the moment, Morgan’s phone rang and he stepped away from Spencer and you to answer it.

“My show’s tonight. Maybe you could come?” You asked.

Spencer shrugged. “I’m here for work, if we can fit it in I’ll come.”

Your face fell a little bit. “Well, I’m here again tomorrow night too. See if you can make it.”

Somebody called for you from the back, and we quickly reached up to plant a kiss on Spencer’s cheek. He immediately flushed bright red.

“See you maybe.” You said, turning and going back into the sea of people.

“Pretty Boy.” Morgan said from behind Spencer. “Look at you.”

Spencer, who was still bright red, flushed even darker. “I-uh-shut up.” He said, pushing out past Morgan.

-

Spencer ends up missing your show by nearly three hours. When he gets back to the hotel, he falls back on his bed, knowing he won’t get any sleep.

The UnSub is still out there and Spencer has to be back at the station at early. Instead of sleeping, like he should, Spencer opens Spotify and types in your name.

He always knew you wanted to sing, and he kept up with your career in the early days, but things got busy.

You have around 20 songs on Spotify and Spencer spends the whole night listening to them. He never really liked music with words, but it’s different with you.

Spencer’s almost done with all your music when he reaches a song called ‘Portland’

The words are oddly familiar and something stirs in his memory.

-

“C’mon, Spencer, it’ll be fun!” You said. You’re both seventeen and Spencer’s on summer break from college.

“No! I will not drive you to Portland just because you want to.” He said, not entirely serious.

“It’s just one long drive!” You cried out, “if we leave now, we’ll get there by morning.” You stuck out your bottom lip.

Spencer wasn’t budging.

“Just one day?” You asked.

“Get your keys. We’ll leave in 10.” Spencer said, finally giving in.

-

By mid afternoon the next day they caught the unsub. They would’ve left right away for the airport, but it was pouring outside and it wasn’t slowing down. Hotch decided that they would leave first thing the next morning.

“Reid.” Morgan said, making his way over to Spencer. “Are you going to go to Y/N’s other show tonight?”

“Probably.” Spencer said. In his mind, he knew that he was already going.

“Probably? Pretty Boy please, I’m not blind.” Morgan said.

“What?”

Morgan sighed. “I saw the way you looked at her. And she’s very pretty.”

Spencer didn’t respond.

“You’re going to that show.” Morgan said.

-

Apparently you were a bigger deal than you made yourself out to be. The bar you were playing in was packed. Spencer had originally planned on going alone, but Morgan ended up telling the entire team that they heard about a show at the bar they went to yesterday.

Luckily, he hadn’t told the team that Spencer knew the main act.

The team ended up being a little late, and you were already a few songs in when the team found a spot by the bar.

Your eyes met Spencer’s and your face immediately lit up. This didn’t escape a group of profiler, who noticed the exchange.

A little while later, you announced that you were going to be playing a new song.

You strummed a few strings on your guitar before you started singing.

“5, 6, 7, 8

Dance with me in my backyard boy

Looking super fine in your corduroy

Drive me round the block

We can go in a loop

And we'll turn the volume up on some

Good boy band tunes.”

Like last night, Spencer immediately felt a connection to the song. Most days when you were younger were spent in your backyard, where you would force Spencer to play games with you.

Your show finished a couple songs later and as the team was chatting about the show and ordering another round of drinks, Spencer made his way to a door by the stage where he saw you disappear a few minutes ago.

Spencer went to knock on the door, and you quickly poked your head out. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Spencer said: “Why didn’t you tell me you wrote songs about me?”

You closed your mouth and grabbed Spencer’s wrist. You pulled him back behind the door and down a hall until you reached the small room the bar told you you could keep your things in.

Once you were in the room, you turned to Spencer and crossed your arms. You looked at the floor and paused for a second before you answered.

“I didn’t tell you I wrote songs about you because...well... Jesus Spence it’s been like 6 years since I’ve seen you! I don’t even have your phone number!” You said.

“It’s been 6 years 13 days 7 hours and 52 seconds since I’ve last seen you.” Spencer said.

You rollled your eyes, but you were smiling. “Look, if you want me to take them down or something I will, but I wrote them cause then it felt like I was talking to you.”

“No, I’m not saying you should take them down, I’m saying...” Spencer trailed off.

“You’re saying...” you said, trying to get him to continue.

“I’m not sure.”

There was another pause.

“I should probably get back to my team. Here.” Spencer said. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, and with your prompting, wrote his number on your arm.

Spencer turned to leave, but stopped just before the door. “Just know that...that I spent pretty much every day of those 6 years missing you.”

When Spencer made his way back to the group, they turned their attention towards him.

“Do you know the girl?” Emily asked.

“Huh?” Spencer responded.

“The performer, Y/N?” JJ said.

“Oh, yeah. We’re old friends, we grew up together.” Spencer said.

That only sort of seemed to fill the questions the team had.

A few moments later they all decided to call it a night, as they had an early flight. As the group left the bar, a voice called out from the side alley.

“Spence, wait a second!” You called out.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked.

The entire team turned just in time to see you plant a kiss on Spencer’s lips.

“I missed you too.” You whispered, only loud enough for Spencer to hear.

You dashed off back down the alley before Spencer could respond.

There was a moment of silence before Morgan wolf whistled. “Just old friends huh Pretty Boy?!” He called out.

“Shut up.” Spencer said, pushing past the group.

-

Later, after Morgan recounts the events to Garcia over the phone, Spencer gets a text from Y/N that reads:

Why did somebody that claims to work with you just text me and say that she’s half she found nothing bad on me?

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[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Living up to the Name pt 2

Jack calmly walked down the path that leads to Ramshackle. He just finished his jog with Vil and now on his way to pick up Valerie.

The wolf bit his lower lip at the thought of Valerie in Savanaclaw. Yes, Valerie can take care of herself, and Ruggie and Leona were protecting her too, but the tiny brunette was too lax.

Running up to a beastman whenever she sees one, asking to pet their ears or touch their tails if allowed. Which is usually yes, complimenting how soft their ears are and how fluffy or smooth their tails feel in her hands.

Unaware how their eyes flash when she touches them or how they frit their teeth when she coos how much they're enjoying it. Jack, whenever he can, would always stand near her whenever she goes up to a beastman and ask to pet their ears.

He would glare at them to make sure they behave and not say anything vulgar in front of her. But sometimes, he's almost convinced Valerie wants to be prey.

The sound of Ramshackle's gates snapped him out of his thoughts; stepping out was a familiar man wearing a fur coat. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his brows were knitted to a frown. He carried a small bag in his left hand. The sound of footsteps caused him to turn his head.

"Ah, one of Valerie's loyal puppies." The potions professor remarked.

Ignoring the remark (and the blush on his cheeks), he questioned him.

"Good morning, professor. Why are you here at Valerie's dorm?" The man sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The pup and her monster were at the lab yesterday to re-create their potion. Unfortunately, some students were playing magift and threw their disc too far and flew inside the lab. Amid the chaos, one of them dropped something in the cauldron."

Jack's ears flattened against his head, biting his lower lip. He asked one more question.

"Is she alright?"

"See for yourself." That was all the man said before leaving.

The wold made a dash to Ramshackle, worry flooding his system. Once he reached the porch, he grabbed the door handle and ripped it open. As soon as he did, a sweet and sultry scent attacked his nostrils; it had him reeling back and buckled his knees. His tail wagged wildly behind him and started to drool a little; Jack inhaled deeply, intoxicated by it.

It was almost familiar.

His body jolted when he caught Valerie's scent in the mix. Remembering why he was here in the first place, he took long-legged strides following the smell. The more he followed, the stronger the scent became to the point he had to cover his nose to not get overwhelmed. It lead him to the lounge; he peeked inside but wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Valerie sat on the couch wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe. Grim was on top of her head, which had a long pair of rabbit ears. There was the same color as her hair, and the inside was a dark shade of pink.

Valerie was caressing her ears, staring at herself wide-eyed in a mirror. While familiar was feeling the softness of her ears.

"Cute." Jack whispered.

Her ears twitched.

"Jack?" The opal-eyed girl and her monsters turned and found him peeping from where he stood. The wolf flinched at being caught but sheepishly entered the lounge.

"Hey, Val." He greeted, staring at her ears.

"Hey." She replied, noticing his stare. She chuckled.

"Like my new look?" She cutely posed, making his blush deepened.

"Y-You could say that." He rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting her eyes.

"I met professor Crewel on my way here; he explained how you got them." Valerie gave him a shaky grin. As she stood up, Grim fell off her head and grabbed the closest thing he could reach. Which was her robe and it fell down with him.

She laughed at him and picked him up. However, she had forgotten she was not alone.

Jack, who attempted to help. But got caught off guard when Valerie removed her robe to catch her monsters. No matter how many sleep-overs they had, he still blushes at her sleepwear. Seriously, this is a boy school, and she should be more careful; maybe he should ask Vil to give Valerie pajama pants.

To make matters worse, the scent she gave off amplified the moment she took off her robe. Jack was trying hard not to drool; he brought his arm up to his face to block out her smell and his vision from her. But it didn't do much.

Somebody...Please, save him.

"Oi, henchwoman. Put your robe back on; your scent is killing Jack." Grim remarked, seeing how much Jack was suffering. Valerie glanced behind her; she quickly dropped her monster on the couch and put her robe back on.

Jack took an experimental sniff and lowered his arm. The opal-eyed girl gave him an apologetic look.

"Sorry, Jack."

"It's alright."

"D-Did I smell that b-bad to you?" She stammered. She had her head down, a blush covering her face that reached the tip of her ears.

"NO!" The Ramshackle residents jumped at the wolf's heated denial. Jack, realizing what happened, coughed.

"No." He answered more calmly. "You don't. It's just overwhelming, that's all. You actually smell incredible."

Valerie smiled at him. "Thank you." Grim snickered.

"Hey, youngster. We managed to re-design your outfits for today- Oh, hey Jack." Wilbur greeted, having to phase through the room.

"Thanks, Wilbur." She turned to face Jack.

"So care to join me for breakfast before we head to Savanaclaw?

-----------------------------------------

Leona yawned loudly, not bothering to cover his mouth as he stretched his arms behind him.

The lion beastman sat on the bench, gazing at his dorm mates as they stretched. Today's training focused on speed and stamina lately; his dorm mates began to fall short on those. Truthfully they still have no idea on the training method to use. But thankfully, Leona knows the perfect herbivore to help.

"Yo, Leona. Is Jack back with Valerie?" A familiar (and semi-annoying voice) asked. Walking up to him was Ruggie, adorned in his dorm uniform like everyone else.

"Do I look like his babysitter to you?" The brunette growled.

"The hyena held his hands up in defense. "Alright, alright. Just asking."

The lion huffed and went back to observing his dorm mates. He inhaled deeply; before bursting into a coughing fit. A sweet and tantalizing scent filled his nostrils as soon as he inhaled, and it looks like he wasn't the only one. All the beastmen stopped what they're doing and stood there. Some in shock and others were trying to locate where it was coming from.

"Ughh, Leona...'Ruggie groaned. He was clutching his head in one hand and covering his nose with the other.

"This scent smells...Familiar." He muttered. The prince grunted in agreement and craned his neck to the side.

"Hi, Leona!"

And he found the source standing next to Jack and a pair of rabbit ears on her head.

Wait

What?

Leona blinked at the sight before him, wondering if he was taking a nap right now. He rubbed his eyes; before looking at Valerie.

She's still there with those ears.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck?" Ruggie voiced exact thoughts when he caught a glimpse of Valerie.

Valerie wore a standard savanaclaw uniform; with a few modifications. Unlike the rest of the uniforms, she had a low circular neckline, denim mid-thigh shorts, and black combat boots.

"Well, this is interesting." Leona chuckled.

He casually made his way to the now rabbit beastwoman and stopped in front of her. He lifted a finger and gently caressed one of her ears.

"Who would have thought calling you herbivore enough times would actually turn you into one?" He surmised, amused at the development.

Ruggie questioned on how did Valerie turn into a beastwoman. The girl glanced down at the monster in her arms, who grumbled under his breath. She gave them a brief explanation of what happened and adding that Crewel might be done with it by the end of the day.

When she finished, the two upperclassmen gave her a dead stare. Ruggie opened his mouth.

"Should have left the cat to suffer."

"Hey!" Grim tried to breathe flames in his direction, but hyena side-stepped out of the way.

"I'm alright. Seriously I feel...Weirdly energized." As if to emphasize her point, she bounced up and down; like a rabbit.

Grim, who was starting to feel dizzy with all the motion. Jumped out of arms and landed on the ground.

Without warning, she sprinted towards the field, maneuvering through beastmen. She leaped up and landed a kick to a nearby training dummy, destroying it instantly. The action caused a bubble of excitement to rise within her. She turned her attention to the rest of the training dummies and began her assault.

Left to right, she unleashed a barrage of kicks to every dummy within her line of sight, destroying them in a matter of seconds. A small crowd began to form; the boys stared at her in awe, admiration, and perhaps a tinge of fear.

Leona and Ruggie felt fear creeping up within them. They were having war flashbacks of the women back in the Afterglow Savannah. Ruggie briefly wonders if she might get along with them.

"'Oi, Ruggie." Leona spoke up. The hyena glanced beside him, noting the way his dorm leader kept his eyes on Valerie's movements.

"Yeah?"

"I figured what our training method is." He announced, walking over to the tiny girl.

Valerie delivered a roundhouse kick to the final dummy; it broke into dozens of pieces. The crowd around her cheered; none of them has ever seen anyone knock over, let alone destroy, every single dummy in a short amount of time.

"You got one helluva kick, Herbivore." A familiar lazy tone called out. At the corner of her eyes, she spotted Leona walking up to her.

He bent down to her eye level, smirking at her.

“How do you feel about a hunt?”

[7-wonders]

Hey so i gotta plant this seed: Xavier actually lives and Y/N dies. Kinda like a trevor situation whwre he dosnt one abiut ghosts but comes back years later and is like "oh shit my girlfriend is still here". Fluffy, sad you decide. Just gotta give lots of love for a character I thought we'd see a lot more of x

Quick warning for mentions of suicide, as well as somebody dying and blood (y’know, the usual).

He has to do this.

Everybody, from his family to his friends (these people aren’t actually your friends, a voice in Xavier’s head reminds himself, your real friends are all dead), reminds him that this is not something he has to do. Xavier wants to argue with them, telling them about the “healing power of revisiting the site of trauma,” or whatever other accurate bullshit his shrink says, but he chooses instead to say that he wants to do this. And he does.

Xavier wants to do this, he needs to do it, but he’s fucking terrified nonetheless.

The closer that he gets to Camp Redwood, the more Xavier’s hands shake on the steering wheel. It’s two years to the day since the second massacre on those grounds, yet he still misses his trusty Vanta-C, which had been trashed that fateful night upon a failed escape attempt that was thwarted by one of the three serial killers roaming the grounds. He starts to think that he should have taken up one of the numerous offers to join him on his journey, but there’s no going back now.

He has to do this.

Refusing to acknowledge what had happened two years ago had done Xavier no good. He was irreversibly altered from what he had seen and experienced that summer evening, and ignoring what he had gone through only made the nightmares and flashbacks worse. Attending Brooke’s trial had been the first step towards healing, he had realized as he walked out of the courthouse feeling like a small weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He knew what needed to be done in order to achieve true closure, and so, Xavier Plympton vowed that he would return on the anniversary of the day that he was nearly murdered.

The day that you were murdered.

Xavier drums his fingers against the dashboard, staring at the carved ‘Camp Redwood’ sign that hangs above the entrance to the camp. His chest tightens with panic, and he nearly puts the car into reverse before reminding himself that he’s safe. Ramirez and Brooke were on Death Row, and Mr. Jingles was dead. There was nothing to harm him except for his own memories. 

Two years. 730 days. 17,520 hours. He’s kept track of the hours and days, although he hasn’t wanted to. No matter how the time is counted, Xavier steps into Camp Redwood for the first time in 729 days, 14 hours, 54 minutes, and 12 seconds.

The eerie quiet of the campground reminds Xavier of a cemetery, before he comes to the sobering realization that it basically is a cemetery. Although the bodies of his friends (of his love) may not be buried here, their last moments were spent here. The fear that they felt must linger on some level. Xavier’s not sure what he believes in, but emotions that powerful must leave a mark on physical places.

Xavier’s heart jumps into his throat when he sees certain landmarks that stand out in his short residence at the summer camp. The campfire, long-since put out, where he entranced his fellow counselors with the ghost tale of Mr. Jingles, all of them blissfully unaware that he truly was lurking in the nearby woods. The boys’ cabin, where he had shared a joint with you while listening to Chet complain about the Olympic games. The pit where Chet had been impaled. The clearing near the lake where Xavier held you as you took your last breaths.

The air forcibly leaves his lungs upon seeing the place you were last alive, the force of his emotion forcing him to his knees in the dirt. His mind begins to show him your final moments, and he squeezes his eyes shut while muttering that it was just a memory in the hopes that he wouldn’t fall into a flashback. The pull is too strong, and soon, he feels the chill of that night once more.

Xavier jumps out from the tree that he and Chet are hidden behind, Trevor staring triumphantly into the spiked pit where he had just pushed Mr. Jingles to his death.

“Holy shit dude, that was awesome!” Xavier exclaims, slapping Trevor’s outstretched hand. Trevor’s grin begins to slip, but before Xavier can question him, an ear-piercing scream sends his heart plunging into his stomach.

“(Y/N)!” He’s running as fast as his weary legs allow, following the heart-wrenching sound of your terror as he dodges tree branches and jumps over roots. He shouldn’t have left your side in the first place, but you had encouraged him to go when you heard Chet calling for help, assuring him with a smile that you would stay put and hidden. He had left you there, by the shores of the supposedly bottomless lake, and now he could only hope that you weren’t in danger.

When he reaches the clearing where he had last seen you, Xavier’s shoulders sag in relief. There’s no serial killers around, and he’s hopeful that you managed to scare them off and are still hiding. Those hopes are dashed when he hears a weak cough and sees you slumped against a tree.

“(Y/N).” Xavier can’t feel his legs as he falls beside you, your half-lidded eyes struggling to stay focused as you look at him. “No, no, no!” Blood shines on your hand in the moonlight, and he gingerly lifts your arm away from your abdomen to reveal a deep stab wound.

“Xav,” you rasp, bloody hand reaching up to stroke his cheek, “you came back.”

“Shh,” he soothes, ripping off his jacket and placing pressure on your wound. “You don’t need to talk, babe. Save your energy, okay? I’m going to get you out of here.”

Your glassy eyes stare widely at him. “It’s too late.”

“No, what are you talking about? I’m here, it’s not too late.” When you cough again, blood dribbling past your lips, Xavier realizes that you’re right.

“I’m cold,” you whimper, tears streaking down your face, “and I’m scared. I--I don’t want to die.”

He wants to reassure you that you’re not going to die, but he can already see the light in your eyes dimming. The only thing he can do now is comfort you, so he gathers you in his arms as if he’s going to carry you and holds you to him. “Here sweetheart, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“You need to get out of here, okay? Tell everyone what happened here tonight.”

“I will.” Your eyelashes flutter as water hits them, Xavier realizing that he’s crying.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t have more time, I--” more coughing cuts you off, a gurgling sound emanating from your chest.

“I know.” His eyes flicker up, and he laughs softly. “Look at the stars, (Y/N). Remember how you always complained about not being able to see the stars in the city, and that you would show me the constellations when we got here?”

You nod as your breathing becomes more shallow, yet you somehow manage to clutch Xavier closer to you.

“I did research on constellations, because I love you and I wanted to impress you.” He points up at a cluster of stars. “That one’s Orion. I only know that because you told me about his belt--”

You shudder against him, and Xavier looks down in horror as you take one last breath before the light fully leaves your eyes. The hand that was touching his cheek falls, landing in your lap. “(Y/N),” Xavier says hoarsely, shaking your body. “(Y/N)!”

“It’s not fair,” Xavier mutters, remembering your death in vivid detail. You were supposed to have so much time together. You’re the first relationship that’s ever made him consider settling down, and he was going to give it all up, the drugs and the partying and the casual sex, for you. Now, he has nothing. “It’s not fair!” Xavier yells up at the sky, pounding his fists against the ground.

“Stop, Xav. You’re going to hurt yourself.” The crooning of a soft voice that he hasn’t heard for two years stops him cold.

“You’re not real, this is just a figment of my imagination.”

A hand, warm and real, gently lifts his chin up, until Xavier’s staring into your eyes that are once again full of life. “That would probably be better than what this really is.”

“(Y/N),” he gasps, looking you over as if you’re going to disappear in front of him. Really, you don’t blame him. You look exactly the same as you did that horrible night, minus the stab wound and the blood. 

You laugh in delight as Xavier lunges forward, standing up with you wrapped tightly in his arms while he spins you around. After a year of wandering aimlessly and another year of deep, unending anger, this is a welcome change. 

“I’ve missed you,” Xavier cries into your hair, hands roaming up and down your body to confirm that you’re real. 

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Although he looks a little different, more worn-down, he still smells the exact same. Irish Spring Soap, cinnamon gum, and a hint of marijuana. 

Xavier pulls away to look at you once more, still keeping a tight grip on you. “How are you--I saw you die! How are you alive?”

“Baby,” you smile sadly, “I’m not.”

“But you’re here.”

“We’re ghosts. Everybody who died here is trapped here. I don’t know why, or how, but we’re still here.”

“If you’re a ghost, why didn’t you come find me?”

You start crying now, and Xavier holds you to his chest once more. “I tried, Xav, I promise. I spent a month trying to figure a way out of this fucking place, but we can’t leave. We’re physically tied to these grounds.”

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you.” As Xavier sits there, finally feeling complete once more, he realizes what must be done. He hasn’t felt this happy for two years, and he’ll never feel whole if he’s missing half of his heart. 

He has to do this.

“I want to stay here, with you,” Xavier says.

“You can’t. I won’t let you stay, this place has a way of affecting the living.” Xavier remains silent, instead pulling a knife out of his backpack to show you what he means. “Xavier, no!”

“(Y/N), I can’t live without you. These past two years have left me a shell of a man. I finally have you back, and I won’t be able to go on if I know you’re here.”

“I won’t let you k--” you cut yourself off with a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth. “I won’t let you do this to yourself.”

“Don’t you want to be together?”

“Of course I do! But you have a life to live.”

Xavier shakes his head. “Life’s not worth living if you’re not in it.”

Closing your eyes, you remain silent for a minute before finally nodding. “I can’t stop you from what you want to do. If this is what you want...”

“I have to do this.” Your eyes glisten with tears, and you kiss his forehead. “Does...does dying hurt?”

“Only for a moment. Then, you’re just cold. There’s nothing, and suddenly, there’s something. It’s like falling to sleep.”

He nods, turning the knife around so the blade is facing his abdomen. As he looks down, he realizes that his hands have stopped shaking for the first time since the massacre. 

“I’ll see you on the other side, (Y/N).” Xavier’s lips meet yours as he pushes the knife into his stomach, ending his life while simultaneously starting an eternity together with you.

[selenecrown]

Extreme Bias Game Writing - Leona Kingscholar

I’ve seen a bunch of people do this type of thing where they do stuff with their OCs during EBG games, and thought I’d do so as well to pass to time! So, here! Have my TWST OC Quentin interacting with Leona. I was also going to do it with Adahy, but then I ran out of ideas. Was gonna post sooner, but I got busy. Sorry about that. 

Quentin Nighty-Sallow wasn’t exactly one for sports. 

Not that she couldn’t do it, unlike other certain Dorm Leaders she often worked with, but she didn’t specialize in it compared to other people she knew at Night Raven College. Sure, one of her husbands did has an interest in a certain sport that she got involved with due to her desire to support him in whatever way she could, but other than that, she had decent grades in Andalasia within the Physical Education classes. 

But. . . Because of her homeland’s classes, she has capabilities that apparently above average in other countries. 

And that means unwanted attention for Quentin. Most notably in the sports department, from Savanaclaw students because of that one time she passed Leona Kingscholar during their first year.

It wasn’t a hot or cold day, honestly it was more. . . slightly brisk. It was cloudy outside, but it wasn’t going to rain but it did give some nice shade outside. There also was a light breeze, which added to the brisk temperature. 

For Quentin, on top of the weather, it was the perfect day to run since she was bored from her classes being completely introductory today and her needing to get the annoyance off her chest. 

Wow. I wasn’t expecting them using the whole class time for introductions. The  only Andalasian in the school grounds thought to herself, as she sighed in the stands of Night Raven College’s Coliseum. Well, it makes sense that we need it since we’re first years, but Magic, that was so long and boring. I’d rather sit through the entire lecture about the linage of the nobleman from Lady Ratched for a day. 

“Sallow! You’re up!” The brunette gym teacher bellowed from his place in the stands, with other first years around her seeming relived it wasn’t them who was called. 

“Yes Vargas sir!” She called back, and stood up from her spot in the stands within her classmates in 1-D, which was the class almost straight across from her teacher Aston Vargas. 

And then, the whispers came back.

‘Ah! The Andalasian is gonna try to run the track!’

‘Really? Pfffft. He won’t make it that far. Look at him. He’s got nothing on him!’

‘You think he’ll make it without passing out?’

‘I bet 50 Madol not!’

‘He speaks so weird too. You think that’s his accent?’

‘No way. I bet he’s learning Common from hearing us. His accent must add to it.’

‘I’m actually kind of excited for this. He’s in my other classes and he looked so bored in the others classes and the teachers didn’t bat an eye at it. What a prick! This’ll teach him a lesson!’

Quentin simply walked up to the track and stood next to an Savanaclaw student. A lion beastman with dark brown hair and green eyes from what he looked like at Quentin’s quickly glance of him.

“So you’re the Andalasian?” The lion beastman simply chuckled as he scanned Quentin’s transformed body that she’d recently drank a potion to change to be more male looking. “You’re more pathetic-looking than I’d thought you’d be.”

“What of it?” Quentin simply answered, not even looking at the beastman and getting into her normal running position, which was her just pushing one of her feet back and arching her other leg forward and then tapping both of her feet on the track. Though, tapping her feet on the pavement on the track was more out of habit then anything else.

“I picture you much differently.” The Savanaclaw student smirked confidently as he crouched down to the ground in his running position without breaking eye contact with her, “I thought you’d have some meat on you. You’re so fucking skinny, it’s sad. Shit, you have an eating disorder?”

Ah. He’s one of those types of people-

Quentin was about to respond before she saw the instructor’s starter pistol being raised in the air, and after a few seconds of Quentin not answering him, the beastman seemed confused at first as to why he was being ignored until he saw the starter pistol about to be set off, and then he confidently smirked and looked ahead of him.  

“Are you ready, skinny freshman?!” Vargas yelled as the starter pistol’s sound rang out into the air. 

As soon as the puff of air sounded in the air, two freshman dashed in front of the frazzled other freshman that once stood at the same starting line as the two that took off. 

One freshman was a Savanaclaw student that rushed ahead with the power of a panther and seemed to intimate the other students at the starting line with just his smug and confidant smirk, like he knew he’s going to wipe the floor with the other students despite the other student rushing past him as if he were walking.  

While the other student of Ramshackle dorm at seemed purely focused on the task at hand, which gave her a look of pure confidence and slightly prideful look on her face like she was looking down on everyone else, when in reality she was trying to work through her anger from her classes in her head while running.

The Andalasian moved almost inhumanly to the others on the coliseum, even seeming to stun the instructor and the lion beastman for a few minutes, like she had managed to push the boundaries of the human body’s capabilities, as the the others in the area, she seemed to be moving just as fast as a beastman would be able to. She was leaving everyone else in the dust with her running, and was not slowing down any time soon. 

The dark brown haired beastman seemed pretty amused by at the Ramshackle student’s running ability as he let out a loud laugh that seemed to scare some students as he seemed to be getting ready to sprint. 

“Haha! Now, that!” the beastman once more confidently smirked. “Is what I’m talkin’ about.”

The sprint the beastman gave had a gust of air that caused some students to slow down their running to a jog, but it seemed to get him close enough to Quentin to talk. 

“Well, count me impressed. I didn’t expect you to be a cheetah in a mouse’s clothing.” He laughed once more as the girl seemed to take notice of him. 

“Ah, really?” She answered innocently, looking towards the lion beastman that now ran next to her left side.

“Certainly better than the herbivores over there.” the boy laughed as he ran. “They’re still behind us.” 

The lion beastman motioned behind him, where there indeed was the other group of students a decent miles away. They didn’t even seem to be half of the way done while Quentin and the beastman certainly was almost to the three-fourths mark. 

“Indeed.” Quentin said, as she looked behind her within even slowing down. “They’re much slower than I expected. I thought since Andalasia was old-fashioned compared to other countries I’d be the last one. It seems I overestimated some here.”

The Beastman snorted at that comment. “Cocky. I like you already. But you can’t beat me.”

“Oh, really now?” Quentin smirked as the two came closer to the finishing line, gaining some amusement from the beastman’s cockiness.  

“I’ll race ya.” 

“For what? You do not exact seem like one to do something without a reward.” 

“Preceptive, aren’t you? The winner gets the other’s good stuff from their lunch.” 

Quentin seemed to think on it a few seconds, and then simply sighed like she knew she wouldn’t win this argument. “Then, I accept.”

The beastman smirked at her accepting her challenge, and then sprinted ahead, then a few seconds followed by Quentin doing the same. The two freshman kept sprinting and sprinting until one of them crossed the finish line. 

And the winner crossed the line with a surprised look on their face, as if they weren’t expecting this to happen. 

Even to this day, three years later, Quentin Nighty-Sallow gets challenges from an assortment of people who thought they’d be the strongest in the school in the beat her. Though, it’s mostly Savanaclaw students who want to place Leona’s place, mostly under the guise of not wanting the rumor of somebody being above their dorm leader. It’s been a while since she got any other dorm on the account of beating Leona. Last time she got a student from another dorm. . . Wasn’t it from Octavinelle? Oh well. it was so long ago Quentin could barely remember. 

Like challenging a person for a challenge three effing years ago will prove anything to anybody.

But, if it made them happy, Quentin guessed. 

“Hey!” Someone called. “Ramshackle brat!” 

Oh Mana. Not now with the Savanaclaw idiots. Please, for Magic’s sake, I’ve got a meeting with Crewel in ten minutes. Quentin thought angrily to herself, as she gripped at stack of papers she was holding to express her anger. He’ll give me more lab work if I’m late!

“Yes?” Quentin simply asked in her kind voice as she smiled, stopped and turned to the students who called her.

Huh. Only two this time. 

“I heard recently you beat my dorm leader in a race.” One of the Savanaclaw students growled at her, Well, he did actually growl at her after he spoke. Not that good of a growl, but still good enough to get a message across. He was a dog beastman, from his physical features.

“Oh really?” Quentin asked, in her innocent tone. “You heard that old rumor?”

“Rumor?!” the other half-Beastman Savanaclaw student simply yelled. A half-horse beastman, from his looks. “We heard it from from forth year buddy! They saw the whole thing!”

“Really?” Quentin simply said, putting an arm on her hip. “Can you tell me who is the forth year who told you?”

The dog beastman made a ‘tch’ noise. “You sayin’ we’re lying?”

“No. I asked who told you the rumor. I want to know where they got the information from.” Quentin said simply. 

“You’re really asking for a lesson, huh you stuck up brat?”

“Yeah, might as well teach them whose boss around here.” The other student finally spoke up as the two got closer to Quentin in an attempt to intimate her, which didn’t work that well since she stood where she was without fear. “Nobody messes with us.”

Great. They won’t listen to reason. Well, at least I’m outside the Greenhouse, or Crewel would’ve killed me for fighting in there.

“Oi. Whose being so noisy?” A voice from behind Quentin said that she recognized, and he did not seem particularly happy at the moment. “I just got up from a quick nap. What’re you all doing makin’ so much noise?”

“Dorm leader!” The Savanaclaw student’s face changed from anger to surprise when they saw Leona walk into the area. “But, Bucchi said-”

“Crewel got me up to go find Nighty-Sallow.” Leona simply said, as he walked up to Quentin and pat her on the shoulder. “He said something about teacher meeting he forgot about.”

Quentin then looked over to her fellow dorm leader with a look of shock, and then of understanding. “I see. Thank you for going through the trouble, Leona.” Quentin simply thanked the lion beastman, who smiled a smug smile in recognition. 

Leona then turned to his fellow Savanaclaw students. “Move it you two. I gotta have a word with him about somethin’.” 

“Yes Dorm Leader!” the two Savanaclaw student said, and quickly ran away, leaving the two dorm leader by themselves outside the large greenhouse. 

After a few minutes of silence between the two as the watched the other two students leave, Quentin spoke up. 

“So, do I owe you one for Crewel waking you up?” Quentin simply asked, turning her body fully towards Leona and holding the papers she had in both of her arms. 

Leona closed his eyes for a few seconds, as if thinking. Then he showed a face of annoyance. “Yeah. He chewed me out really hard today on top of everything else.”

“Sorry about you dealing with that on my account. Anything in particular you want?” The Ramshackle dorm leader asked casually, as the sun started to go down. 

“You to cook some meat for me.” The Savanaclaw dorm leader said, “Adahy’s cooking gets tiring after a while.”

“Ah, really? I thought you liked his cooking.” She teased.

“It gets tiring to eat after a while. Ruggie hasn’t wanted to cook much lately, either.” He sighed and rubbed his head out of habit. 

“Any day in particular you want?”

“Today.”

“What?! So suddenly?!” The girl’s face seemed like she was pouting for a few seconds, and then she simply sighed. “Alright, fine. I do owe you one. But my juniors will come over too. I promised I’d teach Grim how to cook some tuna today.”

“Sure, sure. Just don’t blow up my dorm or you’re paying for it.”

“Yessir.”

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How to Measure Love

Ho~ I’m not dead yet! I’ve come back with a vengeance! And a cute little oneshot for you all :) This idea came to me with reversed roles actually (you’ll know what I mean when you read it). I think I like how it came out better like this. It’s always great to write from Hawks’ perspective :3 Enjoy, peeps ♥

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Hawks couldn't believe the awful dilemma he was in.

Ever since you came to work at his agency as recent two-year PR graduate, you'd swept everyone off their feet with your charm. It wasn't like you were trying to either. Hawks could spot a liar and superficial ass when he saw one, and after spending hours on end at work with you, he could tell you weren't that kind of person. Young and sweet, more like it, and quite the space cadet at times. It always amazed him how kind you could be and that it came from a genuine desire to help others. You should've been a hero—one that, unlike many he knew and heard of, would care more about the people that about herself. And he liked that about you. 

You were easy to talk to, easy and a pleasure to just be around with, and the way you worried in a way that wasn't pushy but sincerely caring was endearing. It seriously took less than the short months of you working at his agency for Hawks to fall for you.

But that wasn't the problem. Fraternizing wasn't something prohibited in his agency per se. All that he asked was that it didn't happen at the office and that it didn't interfere with their work. Otherwise it was a-okay with him. No, that wasn't the problem.

What actually was...

"That’s sweet." Hawks perked up at hearing one of his sidekick's words as they walked through the agency while heading out. 

Amber eyes caught sight of the large bouquet in your hands just freshly delivered by the look of things. Bright, colorful flowers brushed against your skin as you leaned in to take a deep inhale of their scent. The light tint of rose on your cheeks and the chirpy compliments and comments from the receptionists that must've gotten the gossip told him exactly who those were from. Your boyfriend.

"Ladies," Hawks couldn't keep from speaking up as they passed the PR office. All of them, yourself included, jumped a little at being busted fanning over the bouquet. 

"B-Boss?!"

Giving them all a tight-lipped smile, he eyed each and every one chidingly until he came to you. Though flustered, you couldn't quite put into a words any sort of excuse. 

"Lovely flowers, y/n," he complimented. "They'll need a vase if you want them to live long. I'd do that fast if I were you."

"A-Ah, yes, of course!"

You scamper off your seat, rounding your desk and dashing out of the office with the rest of the women. The smile left him as he watched your receding back and turned back to glare at the bouquet. 

"Boss, we're gonna be late for patrol!"

"Coming."

Hawks met the lucky bastard once. You had stayed behind at the office doing damage control on an absurdly and obviously fake tabloid. He'd done the same, needing to finish paperwork that he'd let pile up after weeks. Coincidentally both of you finished at the same time and met at the lobby. Hawks praised his good luck, fully intending to use the chance to the fullest. You were talking like nothing, settling into a calm that he loved, when he asked if he could take or walk you home. Like always, you grew a little flustered and stumbled on yours words.

For some reason, Hawks thought that you'd say yes.

"A-Actually, I'm getting picked-"

"Y/n!"

But hearing another man's voice call your name as he approached quickly shot that down and his hopes with it. Hawks' expression turned nonchalant at the way he'd so clumsily gotten to you and rubbed the back of his head.

"Sorry about the wait. Got out late from work too."

"It's alright," you interjected, a smiling coming to your lovely lips as you turned towards Hawks. "Hawks-san, this is my boyfriend. He's taking me home."

"Oh." Not wanting for you to see the way those words pained him, Hawks feigned a grin, shaking his hand when he offered it. "Well, guess you'll be fine getting home then. See you tomorrow."

It'd been the punch in the gut of a lifetime. He was in love with someone who already had somebody else. Fuck... What shit luck he had. Despite knowing this though, he couldn't help feeling the way he did about you. He knew how stupid it was to be in love for someone who couldn't reciprocate back. Being that what it may, Hawks wasn't one to just let go of things. He wouldn't interfere, but it would certainly take a while for him to fall out of love. Especially when you saw each other on the daily. 

Hawks was out on a walk—pouting about this exact thing after being reminded when your boyfriend sent you yet another bouquet to the office—when he saw it. It was a restaurant that he frequented because he liked their food and also because they kept a low profile regarding who they served. Hawks was on the other side of the street when he saw them come out. Your boyfriend—but it wasn't you who walked by his side. It wasn't you who he was chatting with a little too amicably. And it definitely wasn't you who he was kissing. 

He promised himself he wouldn't interfere. It was your love life. Not something he had any say in. But this? 

Fucker's got something coming.

Blood boiling, Hawks swooped down before the couple of them, his wings brandished off as he smirked lopsidedly at him. At recognizing him, your shit-excuse of a boyfriend blanched while the woman with him gawked in awe at the No.2 hero. Feigning a smile that he knew got through quite menacingly depending on who saw it, Hawks tilted his head to the side. 

"Well, hello there. Fancy meeting you here. On a date."

Fucker tried every excuse on the book, taking his arm off from the woman even. But it was all too little, too late. Hawks knew what he'd seen. And he knew exactly what he was.

"This isn't what it looks like."

"No?" Hawks chuckled, turning to the lady that had been accompanying the bastard with a candid smile. "Sweetheart, did you know that the man who just took you to dinner has a girlfriend?"

She exploded almost instantly. "What?!"

"Yep!" Amber eyes glinted with mischief and delight at seeing him squirm. "If I'm not wrong, they've been dating for five months already.”

"You!" She spun livid, red-faced at the news before hitting him a couple of times. "I fucking knew it! You've been cheating on me!"

Hawks felt that sink in heavily and saw red for a moment. You weren't his actual girlfriend. You were the ass's bit on the side. Fucking idiot. Though he enjoyed how pathetic the guy was trying to excuse himself when the lady left, Hawks' business wasn't with her. All he wanted was to leave one thing very clear.

"Look here, buddy," Hawks drawled, emphasizing acerbically the last word to make himself clear. "I don't care what you do with your life. You could go jump off a cliff and I'd be glad to watch. What I won't stand for is you two-timing y/n."

"Y/n? This is about her?"

"Yes, dumbass, it is. Now," Hawks unfurled his wings to their full span, stepping closer and grabbing the guy by the collar of his shirt. "You're going to go see her, tell her the truth, and fucking pray that I don't feel like hunting you down after you hurt her 'cause be-lieve-me," his feathers tensed, sharpening at the rabid rage coursing through him, "there won't be shit left of you when I do."

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Hawks swore he blew a gasket the moment he saw the bouquet of roses on your desk the next day. By the content expression on your face it was than clear that the coward hadn't said a thing. Bastard. Hawks didn't know why he trusted he would. He didn't understand how the threat of obvious bodily harm by his hand didn't do the trick. But it hadn't. And you were still none the wiser of what the bastard was doing to you. Hawks avoided you the rest of the day. What he knew wasn't something for him to divulge, no matter how much he wanted to. No, this wasn't his place despite how much he wished it were. He almost went the whole day without talking to you—a torture in and of itself—when you caught him as he was just leaving his office.

"Hawks-san, can I have a moment to speak to you?" He almost declined. He'd been this close from saying no to you. "Please?" That utterly broke him.

He took you in to his office, offering you a seat which you deftly declined yourself with a wave of your hand and a smile. For once, he felt nervous. He couldn't tell what you wanted to talk about and that set his panic off. But when that usually cheerful demeanor of yours changed to a rather solemn one behind a tight-lipped smile, Hawks could tell what this was about almost instantly. 

"You ran into h/n yesterday, didn't you?"

It didn't really sound like a question. More like a suspicion that she wanted verified. And because Hawks wasn't one to hold back, he answered her truthfully.

"I did."

"You saw him coming out of a restaurant...with another woman?"

"Yeah."

"I see." You took a deep breath and wiped your face and tears away with the back of your hands. "Thank you for being honest with me."

"It's the least I can do," he replied. Silenced for a moment, Hawks tried to reach out to touch your shoulder, "Are you—"

"I knew he was cheating on me."

His fingers and feathers twitched at the sudden declaration and he stared at you befuddled. "You did?" You nodded still wiping tears that streamed down your face. 

"I-I guess I kind of suspected it—ever since we started dating, actually—that I wasn't really the only one he was seeing." A weird smile came to her lips even though her tears were still rolling down her reddened cheeks. "But I let it be. I told myself not to mind it. Because, really, he was the first to ask me out. I...I hadn't really gone out with anybody before that, not really. And he asked me out, you know? He's made me feel real special and I-I'm happy..." The moment you choked on your words as a sob broke from you lips, you trembled obviously not believing the blatant lie spilling from your lips.

"Y/n," Hawks spoke softly, and gently took your arm to lead you to seat down as he crouched before you to better look at you. "You can't tell me that like this and expect me to believe that you're really happy with someone who doesn't love you?"

"But he does love me. He always sends me flowers. He always texts me that he loves me. He always makes dinner for us at home."

Hawks didn't know who you were trying to convince anymore. 

"I don't want to be a downer but have you ever asked yourself why he never brings the flowers himself? Does he call you to say it too? Does he ever take you out in public anywhere?"

The questions seemed to only prove what they both already knew for a fact. And yet... 

"I thought it'd be fine if I just ignored it." She chuckled, but it sounded muffled behind her sobs. "Because I didn't want to confront him. I didn't want to lose him. No one's gonna love me like that—I don't deserve it."

Not true.

"That's not true." He didn't know what spurred him to speak. It didn't matter though. He wasn't going to keep quiet any longer. "I love you."

You scoffed at his response, the incredulous gesture sounding rather off putting coming from you. "No, you don't. You just feel bad for having been the one to unearth all this."

"You don't get to laugh at what I feel, much less tell me what it is." Hawks reached his hands up and held yours in his gently as his thumbs soothingly stroked the back of your hands. For once, those teary eyes gazed at your joined hands before lifting it up to meet amber eyes. "I love you, y/n. And I have ever since I met you." Finally, realization settled in your eyes. You shook your head over and over again despite the tint of red starting to color your cheeks. Hawks nodded his head trying to get it through yours. "But it doesn't matter who loves you and who doesn't. Not if you don't love yourself first."

"...w-what?"

"Don't ever think you don't deserve to be loved or to be happy. You do. Everybody does. Regardless of what shit life hits them with or what you think of yourself. Because none of it is true. You deserve more than that bastard or anybody can give you. Hell, I don't even know if I can give you what you deserve, but I'll be damned if I don't at least try." Hawks squeezed yours hands and you could feel just how true his words were from the intense yet adoring look he gave you. "But none of it will matter unless you care about yourself first, y/n. And you have to care enough to realize when something doesn't make you happy. Enough to kick that shit that doesn't make you happy out on the curb and care about yourself first. 'Cause I don't think anybody will love you as deeply or as sincerely as you will ever love yourself."

Your eyes wandered as his words sunk in. Hawks felt your fingers grip his hand tightly then. A smile came to your lips, a more sincere one than before as you broke his hold on your hands to wipe your face clean of dried tears. 

"Thank you, Hawks. I...I think I get what you mean to say."

"That's great to hear." A small, cautious smile spread across his face at hearing that. "Are you going home?" You nodded while still wiping away. "Let me walk you then. It's kind of late."

Hawks didn't know what to expect when he walked you home. You thanked him when you got to the front gate, bouquet of roses in your arms, before telling him you'd see him tomorrow. Giving you a wry smile, he dismissed himself and took flight but stopped only feet above where you wouldn't see him. Hawks waited with bated breath as you walked the length to your front steps and stopped. It was obvious how petrified you were to walk through that door and meet the one who obviously parked his car on the curb. Hawks was too. But relief settled through him and he smiled at you when you walked to the trash can, lifted the lid, and dumped the roses inside before walking into the house. 

Seeing you do that gave him hope. After that, he trusted that you would do what was right for yourself.  

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You called in sick the next day. Worried, Hawks called your home just in case but was relieved to here that you were fine, just taking the day off, and the weekend following that, to move out and get a small apartment. It gladdened him to hear that and joked around with you for a bit, saying that if you needed help to just give him a call and he'd go flying.

After that and as the days rolled by, Hawks could tell how you slowly returned to your former, cheery self. It was hard at first. No more flowers coming almost every other day got the receptionists at the front desk gossiping but it wasn't nothing he couldn't stop with a stern look and a mild offhand comment. You thanked him with a smile anytime that happened. As you took your time, Hawks did his best to simply go back to the way things used to be between you two. Just a simply employer-employee relationship. It was hard for him, to say the least. He'd confessed—poorly timed, yes, but did so all the same. And though he would've loved an answer, he knew that you came first. It didn't seem like that fact went over your head though. Hawks noticed from time to time just how flustered you would get around him, and that gave him a little bit of hope. Enough to wait around for as long as needed. Days became weeks which became months. Soon the end of the year came and Hawks threw a little party for all the employs of the agency. It wasn't anything much, just a little potluck for everyone where all those who went could bring something. Though you weren't up to it at first, he and some others, those who eventually found out about your break up, convinced you to join and spend the night having a little fun. 

It was barely ten when Hawks decided that it'd be a good time to go for the seventh beer. Though he wasn't much a drinker, he supposed that celebrating once a year like that wasn't too bad. You caught him mid-sip when you called out his name after having followed behind him. Choking a little from the startle, Hawks chuckled in an attempt to hide the clearing of his throat.

"Y/n? What's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted a little fresh air," you said, cupping your hands and covering your mouth a little to blow warm air into them. Puffs of white floated away each time and Hawks grinned before going back to drinking his beer. 

"Fresh is an understatement," he added. His wings unfurled behind him before one settle back and the other curled around you to keep the cold breeze from crashing too hard against your back. "Too much party for you?"

"Hardly." You chuckle taking a peek over your shoulder and through his feathers at the party still going on behind closed doors. "I'm having fun, actually. Just that they wanted to play some drinking game and I kind of have to drive home."

"Could always get a cab," he offered as he lowered the can from his lips and held it out before him for emphasis. 

"Okay, maybe I don't want to drink that much."

Coyly, you reached out and took the can of beer before Hawks knew it. Bringing it to your lips, you took a gulp of the bitter beverage and your face scrunched up a little at the taste before you gave it back. 

Hawks raised an eyebrow, sloshing the remaining beer around in the can. "What happened to 'I don't want to drink'?"

"I said 'much'. I don't want to drink much," you reiterated. That brought a chuckle out of him and you returned to the blissful quiet that he enjoyed about being with you, even now after a year of what happened. The calming talks, the chill silence, and just your presence was enough to put him completely at ease. And though it still ached a little, Hawks never could forget about you nor about the way you made him feel. 

"Um...Hawks-san?"

"Yeah?”

"I know it's been a long time and you probably don't remember but I want to thank you again. For what you did when I joined your agency."

Hawks knew perfectly well what you meant. Not a day went by that he didn't think of that and how strong you've been to let go and put yourself first. 

He raised his can, toasting to that. "No need to thank me. You did all the work, after all. I was just the cute cheerleader on the sidelines."

"No, you were more than that." Heavy as you were breathing, bigger and bigger puffs of white, cool air escaped your mouth. The nip in the air got reddened your face too, nipping at your cheekbones, ears, and tip of your nose. "You're the reason my life's been so much better. And I've been wanting to thank you everyday for that."

"You're a great PR agent, y/n," he chuckled, his own face starting to go a little numb from the cold. "That you keep outta trouble is more than enough."

"I don't mean as your PR agent, Hawks-san. I mean—oh, boy, how do I put this? I...think that what I want to say is...I like you, Hawks-san."

Hawks almost dropped the can of beer but held it tightly to avoid that travesty, denting the aluminum a bit. Laughing a little and feeling the warmth crawling over his face, Hawks instantly crouched down and wrapped his wings around him like a safety cocoon. Worried out of your mind, you kneel closer, crying out that you were sorry about surprising him like that. That just made him laugh a little more but he refused to unravel himself yet. 

It wasn't until your fingers poked deep enough through the feathery curtain and parted it that his amber eyes met yours. 

"Are you okay?" you asked timidly.

"Yeah," he mumbled, running his hand over and over through his hair and messing it up worse each time. In the end, his wings unfurled to reveal him as he crouched down and looked at you with a simple turn of his head. "It's just that I've been waiting such a long time to hear that that it took me by surprise."

"Really?" you perked up, curious. "Since when?"

"Since the day I confessed to you."

Your face turned bright red, this time it surely wasn't from the cold. Scooting to be as close as you could be to him, you waited as he sat back on the cold concrete before speaking.

"I'm sorry for making you wait so long for an answer."

"Don't be." Hawks chuckled before reaching his hand to cup your cheek. You didn't pull away as the warmth of it pooled against your cheek. Instead you savored it with a smile. "Not unless you intend to say that and leave it me hanging."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is if that confession means anything else. Like you wanting me to be your boyfriend, for example.”

"I-I—yes," you replied, after a momentary stumble, your eyes glinting briefly. "I-I'd love to be your girlfriend...Hawks. If you'd be okay with me."

Hawks chuckled before leaning in and bringing you closer by his hold on your cheek. Before you knew it, his lips brushed against yours. Barely even a whisper. But as he began to pull away you jumped forward again, stumbling into him and deepening the kiss at the same time. He laughed into your kiss but followed suit with your approach until you pulled back. Snorting a little, he kissed the tip of your cold nose before brushing his thumb over your cheek.  

"Believe me, there's no one I'd rather be with than you."

[auspicious-lilana]

Ultimate Spiderman (Peter Parker x Stark! OC x Sam Alexander x Danny Rand)

Summary:When people hear ‘Maya Stark’ everyone would think about the perfect, smart. good looking, rich, student body president of Midtown High.Nobody but her childhood friend Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man and her new team of heroes. Ava, Sam, Danny, and Luke AKA  white tiger, Nova, Iron fist, and Power Man knows about her secret of being Queen’s very own Mistress, soon to be ULTIMATE Mistress

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4

{Peter's POV}

"Leap, forward leap. Flip!" Batroc laughed as I raced after him up the building with my spider-cycle. "C'est bon. C'est magnifique."

"Your suckatude knows no bounds, Batroc." I said as I slinged a web on his foot as I tried to slow him down but instead he managed to pull me off my Spider-cycle and make me hit places as he leaped around like a giant frog. Soon I was face flat on the back of a billboard as Baltroc got away.

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Batroc the Leaper. So off the radar, SHIELD doesn't have a real file on him. What's to know? He's French. He leaps.

Another thing you guys must be wondering,Where the heck is Maya? Well, She's at home getting work done early.

Why? You'll see later

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"And zee bug goes splat." Baltroc taunted. "But where is zee witch?"

{At Stark Household}

Maya sneezed as she suddenly felt ticked off. She stopped typing her report.

 "I feel like somebody just called me a witch...?" Maya shivered slightly as she went back to typing. "Probably just my imagination."

{Back with Spiderman}

"Taunting me is one thing, Baltroc" I said as I got down. "But calling names on my favorite partner is a whole nother level of wrong" I felt irritation, mixed with confusion. Why was I having such a strong reaction to this? Maya's been called a witch plenty of times, but I never felt this overprotective. I quickly pounced on him as he was about to getaway.

"Spider-Man. Nick Fury says get back to SHIELD HQ for training." I hung upside down next to White Tiger.

"Just because he's the director of SHIELD doesn't mean he can boss me around. Besides, Fury would be the first to say going solo on B-listers like Batroc is good training. Don't be so official, White Tiger." I said as I got on my feet and began walking. "When life gives you Batroc, make French toast." Baltroc then kicked my face hard, sending me flying as he got up with a laugh.

"A boot in the face!" White Tiger tried to pounce on Baltroc with her claws but he moved away just in time as he bumped me hard, hitting the billboard playing J. Jameson.

"Way to go it alone," I said annoyed as I sat there, a bit stuck.

"Get lazy and even the lame ones can splatter you. That's what training's for." White Tiger said mockingly. "That and mastering new tools like electric claws." White Tiger bloated as she activated her electric claws. I managed to get out of the billboard as Baltoc chased white Tiger. I quickly made a giant web as White tiger clawed a water plant as Baltoc hit the web and slinged far, defeating him.

"Is Spider-Man and Mistress a student at Midtown High? - Recently it was attacked" J.Jameson said before Baltoc hit the billboard making it explode.

"Where does he get that stuff?" I asked myself before White Tiger and I made our way back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

***{Maya's POV} ***

I sighed as I closed my laptop. Finally finished my essay reports, school check-ins, and tomorrow night's homework while also making sure I have free time tonight to catch that Sci-Fi movie with Danny.

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Why am I getting things done early? You may ask. 

Well, today is my annual every 19th of a month, a training session with the great powerful Sorcerer, Dr.Strange. 

My training with him is once a month since he's always busy, and he is special because since I'm a sorceress I can learn to be better with my mind and magic with a great Sorcerer like Dr.Strange.

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I yawned as I fell on my bed. Man, I'm tired.

***{Timeskip}***

I was at school in my student office since I got here really early to check up on everything and leave a detailed schedule on what the Vice President, Gwen Stacy. I checked the time. 7:59. I gasped and quickly gathered my things as I quickly made my way to the cafeteria. I seemed to have made it just in time as I saw Danny saved me a seat next to him and Ava. I gratefully thanked him as I sat down to listen to Principal Coulson.

"all city campuses run on high alert. Report any suspicious persons immediately." Coulson said as Peter dashed in here.

"I think I see one now" Flash joked at Peter as I frowned before smiling at Peter as he made his way to the seat next to Ava.

"Pretty good show with Batroc ze Leaper, huh, Ava?" Peter asked nudging her as she seemed unamused.

"Lapse training, and late for school? Good show, Parker" Peter sighed as he sat on the opposite side with Harry and MJ.

"Hey, Pete. They're saying Spidey goes to the school. Girls love heroes, so help me spread the rumor it's me, huh?" Harry slyly said.

"It probably is you, Harry. Who else could afford all those webs he squirts all over everything?" MJ stated.

"How could he be spiderman when you were both there at Harry's party at the same time Spider-Man arrived? Harry can't be in two places, can he? Plus he could just be having a sponsor." I inputted.

"Maya's got a point, And Spider-man doesn't squirt, he shoots," Peter said demonstrating it "And I don't think it's a good idea for anyone to pose as him right now." He added on before Flash pushed him off his seat, sitting in his place.

"Speaking of squirts" Flash mockingly said as Peter got up and frowned at Flash.

"Thompson, Parker, pay attention" Principal Coulson snapped as I looked over at the man next to Coulson. Almost no hair, white strap around his head. Skinny yet muscular figure. And, his aura seemed off. It doesn't give off a normal aura, but instead a darker one. He's harboring evil intentions, but what is it? "Your gym teacher, Mr.Molskin will be out due to a freak accident after last night's game. Mr. Jager will be your substitute until further notice." I wonder how freaky.

"I look forward to the challenge of unlocking your ...hidden talents," Mr.Jager said with an accent as he looked at our group specifically as if searching us for something. I eyed him suspiciously, not trusting him at all now. I felt my magic senses go off as I saw him lock eyes with me.

'bad intentions are being harbored, Stark'

Peter and I's senses are sorta different in a way. His only alerts him of danger that is seconds away from occurring, mines comes with a voice that tells me something that hints me towards potential danger.

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Awkward phrasing or veiled threat? You be the judge.

The answer is pretty obvious

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***

We were in the gym now, we were arranging the teams in dodgeball when one of the Office helpers came in and gave Mr.Jager a pass, he didn't seem so happy. I wonder why? He grudgingly made his way towards me and gave me the pass with a frown.

"Go, Miss Stark" I took the pass as I packed my things, while also stealing glances at Mr.Jagar. Why is he so upset about me leaving early?

"Annual Magic session?" Peter whispered as he handed me my phone-which I lent him earlier since his was dead.

"Yeah. Doctor Strange may be patient, but he doesn't like being kept waiting, besides I learn a lot from him since he's the only other person I know that shares practically the exact same abilities as I do" I whispered back as I placed my shoulder bag on. 

"Text me later, you know what time I get off training"

"I hate gym without you, Maya"

"One a month Peter, Once a month. I'll make it up to you"

"Tonight?""Got plans with Danny, Tomorrow night?"

"What are you two doing?"

"We're going to watch a Sci-fi movie"

"Oh, Okay"

"Got to go, remember. Text me later" Peter nodded as I left the room, Feeling Mr.Jagar's deep stare as I left.By the time I made it to the office, I saw Doctor Strange sitting there waiting, in his casual clothes. I grinned as I made my way there."Mr.Strange," I said with a grin. He looked up with a small smile.

"Let's get going, shall we? Maya" I nodded as we made our way to a dark alley. "You remember the group transportation spell from our last lesson, don't you?"

"I've been practicing a lot"

"Did you torture your father?" Dr. Strange chuckled as I nervously chuckled, remembering how annoyed and irritated dad was by the number of times I had purposefully accidentally teleported him all over the Avengers Tower whenever I practiced.

"Maybe...?"

"Why don't we put the spell into use? Teleport us in our usual spot in the forest clearing in the Amazon." I nodded as I focused my mind on that location.

"Cali mon ta rēn fooloo belaga." I chanted the spell. I opened my eyes to see we were in our clearing...except I was on the grass and Doctor Strange was in the lake soaking...oops? I helped Doctor Strange out mumbling sorry a lot of times as he brushed it off as he snapped his fingers drying himself quickly.

"Except for that misfortune of me being in the lake, you seem to have successfully brought us here" I grinned as he waved his hand as we were soon in our cloaks. "Since your strongest point is your mind, we'll start with meditating to sharpen your focus and to get you relaxed. I can sense you've been stressed recently." I sighed as I sat down with my legs crossed as Dr.Strange did the same.

"Yes. With school going haywire, New team, and stark internship. I do have a lot on my plate"

"Seems your a very well relied on person"

"it's an honor and a curse"

"You know the drill" I nodded as I took a breath in and closed my eyes. I focused on clearing my mind. I felt my body go light as I took slow breaths. I focused my mind on my breathing. I sensed Doctor Strange was doing the same. "Free your mind of worries," Doctor Strange said in a low, calming tone. "Let go of any doubts or regrets" I sighed in relaxation.

***{Peter's POV}***

20 minutes in and I already miss Maya a bunch. We played dodgeball and I allowed myself to get hit in the face by a ball I could have easily dodged but I didn't, for the sake of my identity. Even though I got snarky responses from Ava, Maya not only gave me snarky responses about how I shouldn't be getting myself hurt to hide my identity and just dodge simple things like that, she would also secretly place her hand on mines to use a bit of her magic to make the pain go away when nobody is noticing us, which makes getting slammed by a dodgeball in the face by Flash Thompson all worth it.

"I'm looking for finalists for the citywide athletic achievement contest. I want to see everything you've got in this obstacle course. Push yourselves to the limit. Don't give me less than 110 percent." I never even knew those things existed! Couch Jager walked down the line us students had stood in. He made us all look him in the eye which was pretty creepy.

"You could learn a thing from him," Ava said as she glanced at me from her spot next to me in line.

"How to creep people out?" I asked as I glanced back at her oddly.

"Mr.Thompson!" Couch Jager yelled as he turned around. "Go!"

"I'll show you how it's done," Flash said cockily. "And make sure to record it people, I want Maya to see this!" I rolled my eyes. Maya wouldn't be interested in him even if he walked through fire. Flash ran through the obstacle course only stumbling a bit before falling face flat in front of the couch, not bad for a rookie. "Good, huh, coach? - Am I in?" Flash asked excitedly as Couch Jager turned his back.

"Okay, next one up." He yelled. "Go! Ayala, next." Ava went through the course with her swiftness through being white Tiger. "Rand, next!" Danny went through with ease with incredible balance. "Osborn, next!" Harry went through the course stumbling and tripping, obviously not meant for these kinds of stuff. "Cage! Go!" Luke went through the course before getting stuck in the tire instead of going through it.

"Can we get some man-sized tires up in here people? Seriously." He said annoyed.

"Mr.Parker, your last" Couch Jager said in a deep tone as they finally got Luke out of the tire.

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How sweet would it be to show them all what I can really do? Move on to the citywide championships?

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"You can begin anytime today." Couch Jager said, pulling me out of my daydreams. "The course doesn't run itself, Mr.Parker." I purposely made myself fail as I pretended to struggle climbing the wall before falling down, fake of course. Man I wish Maya was here to take the pain away. Couch Jager grunted as I got up and went up to the others. "I'll see three of you tomorrow" He said to us. "Rand, Osborn, Thompson. The rest of you, anemic."

"Tomorrow? Saturday?" Danny exclaimed as Couch Jager walked off.

"Did I stutter?"

"Danny, Flash, and Harry? Harry? I aced that thing." Ava complained. "Why am I not a finalist? Because I'm a girl?"

"Are you the only person on Earth who sees school on a Saturday as a good thing?" I asked.

"Maya and Fury were right. You are too soft" Ava said. "You know, I say we show Mr.Jager who can do what. You and I are going to come back tomorrow anyway, list or no list and run that course again. You know what, I'll even bring Maya along to do it too" By this point the others already walked off.

"If I'm late, you can start without me. Finish too. I'm beat. I have tomorrow set aside for sleep and a movie marathon with Maya by night " I yawned out. "Doesn't that Jager creep you out?" I said as we looked at him doing Jumping Jacks facing the wall.

"I work with a guy whose feet stick to walls. No one creeps me out." Ava said before she walked off. I stared at Couch Jager stretching suspiciously before walking off myself.

***

I was having an amazing dream of J. Johnson proclaiming every day to be Spiderman Day with me sitting on Iron Man and Thor's shoulders as the crowd cheered my name with confetti everywhere before my phone began to rang waking me up as I groaned. I picked up my phone to see Ava calling.

"Hello? Peter, have you heard from Harry?" Ava asked, "It's noon, and no one's come out from the gym yet."

"I'm not late for training," I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"Something's wrong. We can't get into school. The fence is electrified." I heard Maya's voice. "I'm almost certain it has to do with Jager"

"It's Saturday. Why are you-Did you say the school's electrified?" I said as I bolted up from my bed as I went to get my Spider-man suit.

"Get here now!" the girls yelled as they hung up before I smirked and got there quick in my Spider-man suit as I stood next to Ava.

"That quick for you?" I smugly said as Ava had to take a double look as Maya sighed. "Yeah, I'm that good"

{Maya's POV}

Ava and I quickly changed into our own hero selves as I levitated myself over the gate as the other two leaped over.

"Something's up." White Tiger said. "We should call Coulson." White Tiger began to call on her com wrist before Spidey interrupted.

"No." He said stopping her. "We should go solo on this!" We raised our eyebrows at him as he began to explain himself. "Eh, you know, together, the three of us. We can handle this." Spidey placed his hand on her shoulder before she glared at him with a warning look as he soon let go before we looked at the school. "SHIELD added security to protect the school from well, for us. Probably just a misfire."

"Or Jager took them captives" I inputted as I glared at the school. "My senses gave off a warning when I looked into his eyes the other day."

"Yeah, maybe but, who electrifies a fence and leaves the door unlocked?" Spidey said as he opened the door as we moved in the dark hallways.

"Dark, creepy, dank." White Tiger complained as she stepped in a puddle.

"I told you not to come to school on a Saturday" Spidey said.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Help!" We got serious as we ran towards the source. "Help! Can anyone hear me? Oh, I sure could use a hand. I've got myself in quite a pickle here." The Janitor said as we stopped to see him pinned to the wall by a robotic arm, the security system. "Oh, if Irving Forbush could see me now." He gushed.

"Hang tight, Janitor Guy. We'll get you out" Spidey began to pull on the arm as I sighed. I focused my mind on levitating the arm off.

"Movere." I ordered the robotic arm as my eyes began to glow purple as I moved the robotic arm from the Janitor giving him time to move out before I let go of the arm as did Spidey as it clammed itself back in the wall. Spidey walked back to us as he wiped his hands.

"Mucho malfunction security system." He said as the Janitor took out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead before we heard a click

."Don't move" White Tiger said as we froze in place.

"Oh my," the Janitor said still a bit shaken from the robotic arm, he moved a bit before he fell down a pit as we quickly went around the pit as we heard a thud, guessing he had a rough landing. "Wow, there's a lot of wax build-up down here." Guessing he's fine. The pit closed on us as we stood up.

"Who built the security? Dr. Doom?" Spidey questioned before we began searching around. Once we passed Coulson's office White Tiger snapped.

"I'm calling Coulson" She attempted to call him as I noticed something green shining from his office as I looked through the window to see him.

"No phone needed," I said as Spidey took a glance behind me. "He's already here"

"On a Saturday? Agent Coulson?" White Tiger questioned as she walked up to the door. Spidey slowly opened the door.

"Don't come into my office" Coulson said before we opened the door to see him upside down, hanging on top of his desk with nothing but a white men's tank top and his underwear.

"I can see why he wanted to be alone." Spidey jokes. "Nice tighty whities." I cringed as I looked somewhere else. Seeing my dad in his underwear is one thing, seeing my principal in them is a whole nother story.

"The whole school is rigged," Coulson informed us. "Taskmaster corrupted the SHIELD security tech."

"Who?" White Tiger asked.

"Assassin. Hates me. Hates Fury"

"We have to contact Fury" White Tiger exclaimed as she tried to but seemed to fail.

"You can't. He jammed the frequencies." Coulson said. "You shouldn't have come to school today."

"Told you." Spidey mocked as I slightly sent a shock at him as he began to rub his arm. "Oww! Maya!" Should've watched his mouth. If there was one thing us Starks hate, it's being proven we're wrong.

"Work on getting yourselves out of here, and then find Fury. Don't waste time on me, and definitely don't go after Taskmaster alone." Coulson commanded. "He's a combat chameleon. Do you understand?"

"Wait," Spidey said. "He was bitten by a radioactive chameleon?"

"Not everyone is bitten by a radioactive living thing to gain powers," I said as I sweatdropped before we all heard a yell as I soon recognized it as,

"That's Harry!" Spidey exclaimed. "I remember that scream from slasher movie night at camp Maya and I went to a summer ago! Let's go!" Before I can object the two ran off as I sighed and ran as well.

"If Taskmaster sees you do it, he can do it. Fight him once, he's as good as you, you hear me?" Coulson yelled as Harry yelled again. Bet a million the two didn't hear him as well as I heard his warning.

"What did Coulson just say?" White Tiger asked as I caught up with them as we turned a corner.

"I don't know. I couldn't hear him." Spidey said confirming my statement. I should tell them, but I'd rather make things interesting and see how long it takes before they realize it themselves. My senses began to go off as did Spidey's.

"My senses! Get down!" I yelled as we slid down as rockets went past us quick before we began running again.

"If Flash and Harry are here at least they've got Danny to protect them," Spidey said as one of the two hallways were closing.

"I'll take this way! You guys check the other!" I yelled as I slid under the closing gate as they did the same in the other. I had a feeling Danny would have to separate from them to really fight, he might need backup. "O me ducere ad Rand" I muttered as I soon began to sense Danny's aura nearby as I followed the arrow I conjured. By the time I made it to him, I seem to have been too late as I saw Danny unconscious. "Danny!" I gasped as the wall behind me shut as well leaving the two of us trapped. I kneeled down as I placed his head on my lap as I checked him out.

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I saw how beaten up he looked as he kept groaning in pain. Taskmaster must've used all his moves on him, and let me tell you this, his moves are NOT ones that are little pain. His injuries are really major but there's no blood and it seems like his pulses are still there. Even healing this would take a bit of my core magic...but it's for the sake of Danny, right? He's done a lot to hold us all together. It's my turn to return his generosity. I took a deep breath as I lifted my hands to hover above him as I closed my eyes.

"Curare patiens, nunc autem poena inops dolor, maneant modo poena, et non reverta!" I chanted as I felt a glow surround me and Danny. "Curare patiens, nunc autem poena inops dolor, maneant modo poena, et non reverta!" I kept chanting as I slowly healed Danny. Curare patiens, nunc autem poena inops dolor, maneant modo poena, et non reverta!" Danny began to wake up as I soon noticed and stopped chanting as I felt faint a bit.

"Maya?" He said with a husky tone, which strangely made me flush slightly.Maybe it was just me being exhausted. I smiled as I soon collapsed as he- now fully recovered- caught me. "Maya!" I felt him remove my mask and placed down the hood of my cloak as he kept yelling my name.

"I'm weak, but I'm not deaf" I joked as Danny sighed.

"You didn't have to exert yourself in that way, You had me worried"

"Don't ugh, worry. I used less than Venom and since this is the second time since last week, I think I'll not faint as much." I saw the lights go back on and doors open.

"Guess Taskmaster was taken care of"

"We missed the fun" I chuckled breathlessly.

"Can you still change back to your average clothes? I think I hear sirens"

"Can you help me up?" Danny nodded with a small blush as he placed my arm over his shoulder as his other arm supported my back as he wrapped it behind my waist. "Should I wrap my leg to cover up I'm just magically exhausted?"

"Probably" Danny joked as he slightly chuckled.

***

“No one in this school is cool enough to be Spidey or that cool chick Mistress, so forget that rumor. " Flash excitedly said to a newscast. "That said, I totally helped Spider-Man save the dump. I had no clue where Mistress was but I bet you I helped her out too," We all including Coulson watched from afar as Flash and Harry get interviewed. I had my leg wrapped up with a bandage from the Nurse's office which conveniently was where we were trapped in as I let Danny support me.

"Flash Thompson finally did me a favor." Peter joked.

"Taskmaster never even suspected Peter Parker was Spider-Man and since Maya was absent, Mistress wasn't suspected either," Ava said. "Your creativity was just as strategic as my training." She praised Peter. "More even."

"Really?" Peter raised his eyebrow a bit confused from the sudden praise.

"Going solo paid off, okay?"

" There's still one thing I don't get at all," Peter said as he turned to Coulson. "The tight briefs. Really?"

"I swim," Coulson said sternly as he turned his head.

"Leave the man's underwear alone, Pete, or he'll get short with you." Ava joked as we all laughed while Coulson walked away having quite enough jokes from us.

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Does SHIELD have some kind of mind wiper, because I really need that image out of my head.

Don't need to tell me twice. I'll be in SHIELD's laboratory creating a memory potion if you need me.

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[delicatelyherdreams]

Seeing Stars

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You loved your soulmark but the problem was you could never find its twin. Only when a new guys shows up at work do you find any hope at finding the one. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings: language; partial nudity?

Word Count: 2346

“(y/n), I’d like to introduce you to—”

“Captain America!” you squealed, running forward to shake the man’s hand. “Oh my God, it is such an honor to actually meet you!”

Steve Rogers, the man himself there in the flesh, laughed boisterously. “It’s nice to meet you too. I hear you’re a sort of a big shot here.”

You flushed. “No, I’m really not. Coulson’s lying.”

Phil grinned from his spot besides Steve. “I am not. (y/n) here is one of our top field and undercover agents. If you ever need a job done, she’s your gal.” He turned to face the hero. “She’s currently stationed and living in the Avengers’ Tower, so I expect that you’ll be seeing a lot of her.”

You shrugged. “He probably will. I literally have no social life outside of work so I’ll be around.”

Steve chuckled. “Well, (y/n), I hope we’ll become fast friends.”

“Oh I’m counting on it,” you said, shooting him a cheeky grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish up. It was nice to meet you, Steve.”

“And you.”

You spared him one last smile before turning on your heel to walk back to your office.

“Wait!” Steve called out suddenly from behind you.

You paused in your step and turned to look at him over your shoulder, a confused frown etched on your face. “What is it?”

His face was white and his eyes were glued on your right leg at the spot just behind your knee. “Wh-What is that?” he asked in a shuddering voice.

Your gaze flickered down to see what he was referring to and frowned. The only thing on your leg was a little mark, your soulmark to be precise, in the shape of a small blue star right behind your knee. “It’s my soulmark,” you responded simply before a teasing smirk crept across your lips. “Why? Do you or someone you know have its twin?” you teased lightly.

“I-I...” he stuttered before slowly closing his mouth. “No, I don’t.”

You shrugged, purposely annoying the little part of you whose hopes had just been dashed. “I figured so. But hey, give me a call if you ever find them!” You shot the captain one more smile before slipping back into your office and buckling in to do the daily work.

But, unbeknownst to you, Steve did know who had the small star’s twin. He hadn’t seen that mark in a long, long time, but it was painfully familiar to him. After all, his best friend had had the exact same blue star in the exact same place. But he had died over seventy years ago. How was Steve going to tell you that your soulmate was dead long before you were born?

The answer: he wasn’t. Instead, he was going to befriend you, get to know the woman his friend was supposed to be with, and help ease the pain of being alone. He too had lost his soulmate to time and bad luck, and he knew how bad it would hurt you to find out the one was dead.

And so, he chose to befriend you.

You both would go out for short coffee dates in the morning and late night McDonald’s runs at ten til midnight. You’d help him catch up on pop culture and what he’d missed by hosting Netflix marathons and he’d hold your hair back if you’d had just a little too much to drink at a club. You two grew really close in a relatively short amount of time. It even got to the point where you could finish each other’s sentences if you really tried.

You told him everything and he did the same with you.

So when his best friend from the 40′s made a miraculous reappearance and moved into Avengers’ Tower, you were the first he went to tell. 

Steve couldn’t believe it at first. Bucky was alive and (sorta) well, even after all this time. And with Bucky being alive, he knew that he would need to meet you, the girl whose mark matched his. He couldn’t tell you who you were to each other. No, he figured that that would be something the two of you needed to find out for yourselves, but he didn’t think it would hurt to give you both that little nudge in the right direction.

You were in your office on the tenth floor when Steve introduced you two. 

You were swamped with work, trying to catch up on some reports that had gone unfinished from your last few missions when you heard the faint knock on your door. “Come in!” you called, not even glancing up from your paperwork.

The door opened with a quiet click and two figures entered the room.

Steve smiled at you. “Heya, (y/n).”

You looked up at the familiar voice and grinned brightly. “Steven! To what do I owe the pleasure of your surprise visit?” you asked patronizingly. Your eyes wandered behind the super soldier towards the large man behind him who seemed to be trying to disappear into the wall behind him.

He was around Steve’s height, but the two couldn’t be any more different. Where Steve was blonde and had his hair closely cropped, the man had longer chocolate brown hair that hung just below his chin. Where Steve was somewhat tanned from his time out in the field, the man was pale with dark circles under his eyes. Where Steve was clean shaven, the man had the beginnings of a beard making its appearance in the form of stubble on his jaw. You had to admit that, in a rugged and mysterious kind of way, he was quite attractive.

“(y/n), I’d like you to meet my friend,” Steve said pulling the man forward by his upper arm. He swung him so he was standing in between you and your friend on broad display. “This is Bucky. Bucky, this is that friend I was telling you about, (y/n).”

Bucky’s blue eyes flickered slightly up towards you, their nervous gaze fluttering around your face. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said in a quiet and small voice.

You nodded in response, a smile covering your lips. “You too, Bucky. I can’t wait to get to know you better. Any friend of Steve’s is a friend of mine.”

A soft smile crossed his lips and he nodded his head. “

Over the next few months, you and Bucky grew closer much to both yours and Steve’s delight.

You found joy in Bucky’s company. Granted, it took you a little bit of time to bring him out of his shell, but when you did, you couldn’t be any more pleasantly surprised. The man was funny. Like, really funny. He always had a joke at the ready that was usually some form of an arm pun. You pretended to be annoyed by it, but really you found it endearing. He was also quite kind and attentive, nothing like how you had expected an ex-HYDRA assassin to be like. Slowly but surely the two of you grew close, much closer than you and Steve even.

But beneath the surface of your blossoming friendship, there was something else; something deeper. You didn’t even realize it was there until one fateful day when he had gotten seriously hurt on a mission.

Sitting there at his bedside, his hand encased in yours, you could feel your heart shattering at the thought of losing him. It was then, in the darkness of that hospital room, that you realized that there was a small but decent chance you had developed feelings for him.

And it was at that moment that you were faced with an impossible situation. In this world, a world where soulmates existed, dating was almost unnecessary. People just waited around for their soulmate to appear and then the two would be together for life. Bucky had to have a soulmate out there somewhere, and he belonged with her. You couldn’t imagine dating somebody else’s soulmate and stealing that away from them. You’d be angry if someone dated your soulmate and so you refused to do that to anybody else.

You couldn’t help the way you were feeling, but you could stifle it. From that day on, you vowed to be his friend and his friend only.

And so friends you were.

When he got out of the hospital you found yourselves over in each others’ apartments in the tower quite often. Some days you’d come home from work to see him sitting on your bed with a book and others he’d find you lying in the middle of his floor fast asleep.

That day, it was his turn to find you in his room.

You didn’t even bother to knock as you barged into his room. “Buckyyyyy,” you whined as you entered. “Steve’s being mean again and I—” Your voice caught in the back of your throat as you saw him.

He had his back turned to you and he was wet. His damp hair clung to the sides of his face as he looked back over his shoulder at you at you. Little beads of water covered his face and his bare torso. Down a little further, a towel was wrapped loosely and low on his hips, only just covering the goods completely. He was stark white and shocked and he had every right to be. After all, you had just walked in on him getting out of the shower.

You blanched. “Shit! Oh my God, Bucky! I’m sorry I didn’t—” You stopped short as your eyes trailed over his body, halting when they locked on a spot right behind his knee.

A spot where a tiny blue star sat; perfectly etched into his skin and painfully familiar.

His soulmark.

Your soulmark.

Your jaw slackened.

Bucky’s eyes were trained on your face as multiple emotions filled his features: shock, embarrassment, and concern being among the mixture. “(y/n)? You okay?” he asked in a surprisingly steady voice. You had to admire his calm demeanor. If you were in his position you would be a blushing and flustered mess..

Your eyes snapped up, losing their lock on his mark and you began to stutter unintelligibly. “I-I-I... Y-You! Star!”

He frowned. “What?” He scanned the look on your face and followed your gaze down to the spot on his knee. “Oh, that? S’nothing. Just my soulmark,” he said with a shrug.

Your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you sputtered. “Bucky!” you shouted, excitement creeping into your voice as you hiked up your pant leg and turned so he could see the matching mark printed on your skin. 

His eyes wandered down towards the area you were indicating, sparking with recognition at the sights of you identical mark. His face melted into shock. “No way...”

“Bucky!” you shouted again, glee seeping into your voice. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and hug him tightly, never letting go.

He stared at you dumbstruck. “Th-That’s not possible. She... You would’ve died years ago. I’m not...” he trailed off, his voice growing smaller in his disbelief.

“Bucky, we match,” you said as you let your excitement creep into your words. “You’re my soulmate! The marks don’t lie! I just can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner. I should’ve known!” You were on the verge of laughter now, the joy of finding your soulmate getting to your head.

Bucky was still in a stunned silence, his eyes staring at your soulmark intensely.

You breathed a laugh. “So where do we go from here?”

That question seemed to snap him out of his daze and he looked up. “Um, well, the first step is for you to get out so I can get some clothes on,” he said, shifting his towel so it was a little higher up on his waist.

You felt the blood rush to your face as you remembered his severe lack of clothing. “O-Oh. Right. Well, I’ll just be waiting outside then.”

He laughed, the sound making your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults. “You do that, (y/n).”

You quickly scampered out off his room and shut the door behind you. Leaning against the wall, you bit your lip in a smile and closed your eyes.

You found him. You never, in all your years of searching, thought you would, and the ecstasy running through your veins was overwhelming. You couldn’t describe the joy you were feeling right then. The man you had developed feelings for was the man you were meant to be with.

Moments later, the door opened and Bucky emerged fully clothed and dried. “(y/n)...” he said slowly, his voice hopeful but hesitant. 

“Bucky,” you responded. “Look, I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to be a part of, but I’ve been waiting to find you and now that I have I—”

“(y/n),” he said again cutting you off. He hung his head and his shoulders shook in silent laughter. “I never thought I’d actually have a soulmate to be with, especially after being kept the same for seventy years. I would’ve thought that my soulmate was dead for sure. And if not dead, she’d be old, married, and not able to be with me,” he said, bringing his gaze up to meet your eyes. “But, here you are.”

You chuckled. “Here I am.” You hesitated before reaching out and taking his hand. “And I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

He squeezed your hand back gently. “I’ve been looking for you too, and I’m so happy I’ve finally found you.”

You hummed as you smiled up at him. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” you asked as you looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

He chuckled. “Come here, doll,” he said opening his arms to embrace you.

You didn’t have to be told twice.

And it was that moment right there that began a beautiful relationship.

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[tnt308]

It won't be long before I start studying to enter university, so I would like to do something since I have good ideas to draw but I don't want them to end soon... tell me who you want me to draw and I'll sketch it 🫡

[morlock-holmes]

This was floating around a lot on my dash a while back and I thought there were a couple of things interesting about it.

First, everybody the author talks to agree that they are changing their appearance to be more appealing to an audience, but who that audience is is left implicit through the entire article. Terms like “sexualization” and “nude selfies” are used, which might lead you to think that the audience is men who want to objectify women, except only once does the article mention a man’s reaction to cosmetic surgery (Well, botox injections, I don’t know if that counts as “surgery”), specifically, the author’s husband, who reacts to her botox injections thusly:

One night, after poring over the Instagram accounts of Internet-famous teenagers who were rumored to have gotten “stuff done,” and whose publicists would not return my emails, I began to consider getting “stuff done” myself. “Would that be crazy?” I asked my husband before bed. “Not again,” he said—at which point I remembered that I’d already done a round of botox and fillers, about three years ago, but in keeping with the ethos of plastic surgery, had kept it such a secret that I’d apparently forgotten it myself. It had not been easy to forget. The results had been traumatic—something about how the foreign substance slid around my muscles made it hard to smile afterward, and although I had no wrinkles in my wedding photos, I also looked stricken and insane. Weeks later, my husband actually started to cry, saying he missed my “old face,” and I snapped at him to “pull it together! This is harder for me than it is for you, and it’s temporary, and I’ll never do it again.”

(Empahsis mine)

That is a remarkably negative reaction, and Hale’s reaction in turn seems, to me, to have an undertone of “Shut up, I didn’t do this for you, so get over it!”

So who was it for?

The question of who the audience is is probably the most interesting question raised there, but I have more to say about this part:

Loren, a 24 year old, who also works in media (and wanted to use a pseudonym because “there’s a stigma around plastic surgery”), got a breast reduction when she was a teenager, and now plans to get a nose job—but she has misgivings about the rhinoplasty, in part because it conflicts with the image she’d like to project online. “It feels like I want to be the kind of person who’s like, ‘accept yourself,’” she said. “But then why would I undermine that message by getting plastic surgery?” She acknowledged that she isn’t a celebrity—“It’s not like I’m a role model for anyone. But it’s a circular logic: seeing myself and wondering whether [the nose job] fits with how I want to present.”

Again, there is the intense consciousness of an audience. Loren is worried less about what she will think of her decision when she looks in the mirror, and more about how other people will judge that decision. Basically, she wants two things:

For the audience to see her as beautiful; 

For the audience to see her as somebody who values something more transcendent than beauty, like self-acceptance. 

The solution is to work very, very hard at creating what she considers a beautiful body, but to keep all that work intensely private, for fear that it would be seen as shallow and inauthentic. In public, you very loudly affirm that you value self-love, empowerment, and self-expression, and create the impression that, by valuing those things so hard, you created this perfect instagram look, almost by accident, almost as a sort of emergent phenomenon of the process of being so gosh-darn authentic and self-affirming. 

Smash cut! There was a brief mini-genre, not long ago, where pop culture savy nerds would explain that Captain America represented a great source of positive masculinity, an excellent lesson in getting rid of the bad kind of toxic masculinity that men are inundated with and replacing it with a better, different way.

Here’s Dr. Nerdlove explaining it.

“Pre-serum Rogers was someone who recognized that he was hardly the epitome of manly perfection. But rather than becoming a ball of resentment or looking for a magic fix that would let him become an “alpha” like his best friend Bucky, he simply kept trying to move forward.“

So, uh, not to be the fly in the ointment, but if a magic fix that let’s Steve Rogers become an “alpha” isn’t important, why do they, like, go out of their way to give him one?

I mean, he may not have become “a ball of resentment” but it’s also true that canonically, Rogers was pretty much given a magical “suddenly make me an alpha” pill, and, further, that this is what allows him to be a hero.

Dr. Nerdlove is mainly talking about the movie, so I will too. When, in the movie’s thinking, does Steve Rogers stop becoming a well-meaning wannabe hero and actually become a real hero? Nerdlove tells us himself:

And ultimately, it was that intense connection that made Captain America an actual hero instead of a USO touring attraction and shiller of war bonds. 

At least twice in the movie, Steve Rogers is told that he cannot help the war effort by fighting. First, before he takes the super soldier serum, when he is too sickly to join the army. He refuses to accept this; deep in his heart, he knows he has to fight.

But even after he gets the serum, the Army brass don’t see him as a fighter. Again he is told, in no uncertain terms, that, for his part, his violently fighting and overcoming other men would not be as useful a contribution to the war effort as his being a symbol.

Captain America wasn’t written by Preston Sturges, so it’s, actually somewhat oddly, not going to tell us that pictures and symbols are important.

No, he becomes a hero when he stops being a scrawny weakling, stops playing pretend, and uses his strength to violently dominate and defeat other men.  His ability to physically defeat and dominate the Red Skull and his minions is what ultimately saves the day and makes him a hero.

Incidentally, it’s been a while since I saw the movie, but isn’t the incident that incites him to take to the battlefield a scene where he hears actual soldiers from the front complain about how fake and lame he is compared to men who have seen real combat?

I’m not really trying to criticize the movie so much as the use it is being put to here.

It’s the exact same dynamic as with the women above: it is very important for a man to be physically attractive, strong, brave, able to take charge, and able to defeat any other person who challenges him.

But it’s equally important that he not be seen to care about those things or put effort into them. That would be kind of scary. It would say bad things about him.

So the ideal man is a man who displays all of those old masculine characteristics, but has achieved them through a sort of accident, that it just happened as a kind of emergent quality from what he really values.

The problem with using that as a role model is the world does not work that way. Wanting very badly to stand up to bullies does not magically give you a six-pack, being really into self-actualization doesn’t make your make-up perfect.

Pretending that it will is a gateway to neurosis.

[theepitomeofamess]

Take Care of You

‘bout to go to bed but here’s a crusty old Logince drabble I’ve been looking at for a few months and am just now posting because why the fuck not. Pretty fluffy by my standards, but not the precious cotton candy fluff that some others do. Anyway, enjoy! Hope y’all sleep well and have a morning as lovely as your smile!!

“Can you go check on him,” Patton had asked. “He hasn’t been out of there for days.” The concern in Patton’s voice was mild, meant to keep Virgil calm at all costs, but it overflowed from his dark eyes when he looked to Logan for assistance.

Logan had to admit that he’d had a similar sense of concern. For three days, Roman had refused to leave his room except to steal food or drinks from the kitchen. Three nights in a row, when Logan went through the house to double check that every door and window was securely locked, he’d found light peeking through the space between Roman’s door and its frame when he should have been asleep. Even Logan had to admit that there was a kind of emotional tension leaking through the door, something that he was sure Patton and Virgil felt much more strongly. That tension is probably at least part of the reason Patton requested that Logan be the one to check on Roman.

Two staccato taps on the door. Logan’s signature alert that he was outside waiting for a response. Not a single sound from Roman. Two more taps, the white painted wood smooth under Logan’s knuckles. Another wait with no reward. Reaching down to test the knob, Logan found that the gold knob turned with ease.

“Roman,” Logan asked into the room as he stepped over the threshold into what looked and smelled like a landfill.

Roman’s floor was barely visible under strewn clothes and balled up wads of paper. His bed was immaculately made, completely unused. The air smelled of rivers of coffee, theater butter from popcorn, and something unidentifiable but probably akin to sweat. The smell reminded Logan of a college dorm room during finals week.

Sitting at his desk, Roman hunched over his spiral-bound notebook, pen in hand and laptop open. The screen showed around twenty open tabs, the one on display showing Spotify questioning whether he was still listening. As Logan got closer, careful not to step on anything but floor if he could manage it, Logan noticed that Roman was wearing a pair of ratty burgundy sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. The shirt, the sheets of paper in the notebook, Roman’s desk, and Roman’s hands were all stained with coffee and ink. Some of the ink had smudged on Roman’s face from where his cheek rested against his palm, eyes barely open and bloodshot from exhaustion.

“Roman,” Logan repeated, trying to be gentle as he tried to get Roman’s attention. Looking up from his notebook for an instant, Roman did everything in his power to sound as chipper as usual.

“What’s up, teach?” Roman’s voice was gravelly from lack of use, and a slightly lower pitch than usual. A common occurrence when he hasn’t gotten enough sleep. Turning away from Logan, Roman grabbed the pot of coffee sitting next to his laptop and took a swig. Logan tried not to think about how unsanitary Roman drinking right from the pot was.

“When was the last time you slept? Or showered?” Logan’s nose crinkled at the stench of stagnation.

“What day is it?” Roman’s response seemed automatic as he peered over the brim of the coffee pot at Logan. Already having had enough, Logan pulled the pot from Roman’s weak grasp.

“Okay, that’s enough.” The amount of ease in the action only strengthened Logan’s concern. If he’d had rest, Roman would’ve fought back, not gone right back to hunching over his notebook. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to stop working, you’re going to take a bath, then you’re going to sleep.”

“Is that so,” Roman barely hummed. “Is that what I’m gonna do?”

“Yes, it is.” Logan reached under Roman’s hands to snatch the notebook. Catching a glimpse of the page, Logan saw only lines upon lines of circles drawn where Roman’s immaculate cursive usually went. The sight drilled another screw of worry into Logan’s chest. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Holding out a hand to Roman, Logan hoped that Roman wouldn’t put up much of a fight.

“Lo,” Roman sighed, running his hands through his filthy hair, “I need to work, I need to finish this.”

“This?” Logan held up the page, pointing at the half-filled lines of circles. “You need to finish this? What even is this?” Roman opened his mouth to respond, but Logan wouldn’t let him. “Roman, you need rest. What you’re trying to do is unhealthy and by being unhealthy you’re causing yourself to be unproductive. You’re not doing anyone any good by drawing circles over and over again.” Logan didn’t express how impressed he was that all of the circles seemed to be perfect, all the same size and the exact shape of a circle rather than a particularly round oval. That comment could be tabled for a later time. For now, Logan watched in worry as Roman stared at his hands.

“I,” he struggled to find his words, something that only ever happens when he’s under severe stress. “I can’t let you down, I… I can’t let you guys down.” Taking Roman’s hands in his own, Logan squatted in front of Roman’s, looking up to meet his sunken, red-rimmed eyes. The sight alone made Logan’s eyes burn.

“You’re not letting anyone down by taking care of yourself.” Roman’s eyes remained downcast, threatening to shift back to his work. “Or by letting me take care of you for now.” Before Roman had a chance to ask what Logan meant by that, Logan was guiding him from the desk to the bathroom.

“Lo, what’re you-”

“You prefer it hot, right,” Logan asked, leaning down to turn on the faucet in Roman’s white porcelain tub. “Go get undressed and in the water, I’ll be right back.” Logan added a dash of bath salts to the tub before leaving the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Standing in the middle of his bathroom, Roman stared at the door wondering what was going on. Roman couldn’t remember any time Logan had taken on the role of caretaker, let alone toward him. It had always been Patton being his parental self toward everyone, and if not him then Virgil’s protective instincts kicked in and he took on the role of caretaker. Logan had never put on that type of persona.

Maybe the shock of the shift was why Roman found himself in the tub when Logan came back in.

Logan didn’t say anything, which only made Roman all the more confused. All he did was pull up the stool from Roman’s vanity to sit behind his head and start washing Roman’s hair. Fingers gently running through Roman’s hair, massaging shampoo into his scalp, Roman closed his eyes hummed contently. He could already feel the gears in his mind slowing, relaxing. Logan really knew how to get a person to relax.

“Hey, Lo?” Logan hummed in response. “Do you take breaks like this? Y’know, when you get overwhelmed with a project?” Logan’s fingers froze for a moment. The moment between the question and when Logan’s fingers started moving again made Roman’s eyes snap open.

“I try to, but it’s hard to remember when your mind’s been racing for so long and it won’t let you rest. Most of the time, this is what I do to help Virgil after a particularly long day and he doesn’t need anything too stimulating. I’ve also gotten Patton to do it a couple times after he had a meltdown, but usually those are rare occasions. Most of the time those two find their comfort in each other.” Roman tried to think of something to say as Logan washed the shampoo out of his hair, finding Roman’s conditioner and running the stuff through his hair, detangling with his fingers as he went.

“How many times have you done this kind of thing?”

“Once or twice for Patton, maybe four times for Virgil if I’m remembering right. Also, I think I’ve done this once for you, but you were very much under the influence. Can you lean forward for me?”

Roman did as instructed, eyes wide with shock as he tried to remember what Logan was talking about. Under the influence? When was the last time Roman got blackout drunk?

“When exactly did that happen?”

“If memory serves, it was after the cast party after closing night when you played JD in Heathers. Somebody gave you a drink with a little something extra and you got a little emotional, to say the least. Patton and Virgil couldn’t get you to calm down, so I took the task upon myself.” Roman tried to remember but Logan’s hands massaging circles into his back with soap that smelled of lavender, forcing the tension out of his muscles, also forced out the thoughts buzzing in his head like hornets. An exhale caused him to hunch further forward.

Logan smiled softly to himself. He always enjoyed doing this kind of thing for the others, but there was something about this time. Roman felt so distinctly different under Logan’s hands than Patton or Virgil did. Patton was softer, almost like the mascot for those Pillsbury pastries he loves so much. Still muscular, sure, but much softer, almost to the point of squishiness, and the few times that Logan had done this for him there had been little to no muscle tension to begin with. Virgil was on the opposite end of the spectrum, everything about him feeling brittle, seconds away from breaking. Logan always found himself being a little more careful than he should be with Virgil because of this, because of the feeling that tapping the right place just a little too forcefully could cause him to shatter.

Roman’s back was pure muscle. With every other exhale, Logan could feel tension being released under his hands. Scars Roman had earned in fights scattered and slashed across his back, a few of them still looking fresher than the others. Logan made note to be more tender at these points. Noticing that Roman’s head was lolling lazily, Logan poured water over his back to get rid of the soap, then through his hair to wash out the conditioner.

“All right, here’s a towel,” Logan handed Roman one of his better plush white towels, “there’s a fresh set of pajamas on the counter. I’ll be right back.” Roman couldn’t help but smile as Logan left.

Carefully getting himself up, dry, and dressed, Roman noticed how good he felt in comparison to what felt like both five minutes and a lifetime ago. He felt about ten pounds lighter and while his head was still swimming with exhaustion, there was relatively no stress left in his body. The pajamas Logan had chosen consisted of his red sweatpants with black Mickey Mouse logos scattered across the fabric, and a lightweight black t-shirt that managed to hang loose without looking baggy. Roman made a mental note to return the favor to Logan soon.

Ruffling his hair with the towel in an attempt to further dry it, Roman stepped back into his room only for his jaw to drop.

Everything was cleaned and straightened. All of the papers had been picked up, the clothes sat in the hamper waiting to be washed, the popcorn bags and other food wrappers all gone. His coffee pot was empty and clean, replaced on the far side of his desk away from his closed laptop and notebook. Something in Roman couldn’t believe that Logan had done this - No, he couldn’t believe that Logan had done it for him.

“Feeling better?” The question shook Roman as he turned to see Logan re entering his room, a glass of water in hand. Concern still swam in his eyes, though he kept himself strictly expressionless for the most part. Roman couldn’t help but smile.

“Much, thank you. I think I might finally be able to get some work-”

“No.” Roman squinted at the word, his confusion stalling him long enough for Logan to get back across the room and take his hand, guiding Roman to his bed. “You’re going to bed and you’re going to sleep until you wake up naturally.”

“Logan, I really don’t-” Logan stopped where he was, staring Roman down with eyes drowning in aggressive worry.

“Do you feel yourself swaying?” Roman’s brow furrowed at the question, heart punching his ribs at the break in Logan’s voice. “Because ever since I got you to your feet you’ve looked like you’re on the deck of a boat in rocky water.” Roman bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to admit that he had noticed a bit of dizziness. “Drink this. Sips, don’t chug it.” Roman took the glass Logan handed him, sipping at the water as Logan continued guiding Roman to his bed. As much as he loved a good argument with Logan, he could tell that in this state it was best not to challenge him.

“Look, Lo,” Roman tried to reason softly as he sat on the bed, “I get that you’re worried, and I appreciate the concern, but there’s really no need to-”

“Do I need to lay down with you and hold you to make sure you go to sleep, or are you going to get some rest without my supervision?” Roman’s eyes widened at the question. Hold him?

“Logan, what’re you-” Roman tried to stand up only to get Logan’s hand on his shoulder pushing him back down.

“Okay, then.” Before he knew it, Logan had positioned Roman under his blankets and gotten on the bed to lay beside him. Snaking one arm around Roman’s waist, Logan pulled him so that Roman’s back was against his chest and he couldn’t move, cocooning Roman in his warmth.

“Are you spoo-”

“Shut up and go to sleep before I make you take one of Virgil’s emergency ambien.” Roman almost chuckled at the threat. Roman allowed his head to sink deeper into the pillow, his vision slipping as he watched Logan’s hand resting on the bed next to him. Reaching out, Roman laid his hand over Logan’s, intertwining their fingers.

Once again, Logan found himself feeling tension release from Roman, every exhale bringing his body into a more relaxed state. Strength still radiated from him, as did heat, but it didn’t take long for him to go still, finally asleep.

Logan was just beginning to slip into sleep himself when Roman shifted in his sleep. Flipping around, the prince pulled himself closer to Logan, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in his chest. Logan couldn’t help but smile, especially when he saw Roman’s totally relaxed face. Pressing his face into Roman’s still damp hair, Logan promised himself that he’d check up on Roman more often to make sure he’s okay.

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  It wasn't rare forLance and you to train together. In fact, it was your typical night –your winding down faze of the day.

   You, usually, inyour massive oversized sweatshirt which was always peeled off by theend of the night to reveal a flowing tank top underneath it. Him inhis shorts, often shirtless.

   What was rare,was you walking into the training room with a sports bra and shortson.

   Hewasn't complaining. The sight before him took him by surprise, but itwasn't anything he wasn't used to. He often woke up when you were inthe middle of getting dressed for the day, your back to him as youfight to tug on the oversized fashion you had so calmly called yourown in the last few years he had known you.

    Yourbody was never any secret to him – and yet he still found himselfunable to concentrate on the task at hand with you working sobrutally behind him in such a small outfit.

   Heknew you hated itwhenever people stared at you. You got self conscious quite fast,always going through the worst possible reasonings in your head overthe more common and more well-known reason as to why people werestaring – you were gorgeous. Even as you punched the punching bagwith small grunts escaping your mouth, baby hairs flying loose fromyour pony tail, sweat glistening against your protruding collarbones; Lance could not but stare.

   Itwas whenever you span around, grabbing for the water bottle on thebench that he saw them. Your chest, suddenly in full view – tworings peeking out from the thin fabric of your work out gear.

   Lancenearly chokes on air at the sight before him, realising immediatelywhat they were – nipple piercings. Sweet, innocent, little Y/N hadbeen hiding nipple piercings from him this entire time.

   “Sothat's what you'vebeen hiding underneath those massive jumpers!” Lance nearlyshrieks, startling you. The water bottle detaches from your lips asyou jump, making water dribble down your chin.

   Youquickly wipe the mess away with the back of your hand, shooting Lancea harsh glare. “What the hell are you talking about?”

   Lancedoesn't reply. He simply smirks, his eyes never leaving yours thoughhe can see them in his peripheral vision now that he knows they'rethere. He oddly doesn't feel any different – you're still theinnocent Y/N that gets shy whenever somebody compliments you. Yourclearly the same Y/Nwho gets flustered by Lance's loud voice, the water still glisteningon your chin telling him that.

   Butat the same time, his curiosity bubbles. When did you get those done?How had he never noticed them before? They seem so obvious now, andyet he had spent nearly three years with you and had never once seenthem before. Not even the rings within them.  

  Hewatches the realisation slowly dawn on your face at Lance's grin. Itgave enough away, apparently, and soon you were groaning, coveringyour chest with your arms as you turn away from him.

    “Ididn't realise the fabric of this was so thin,” you grunt, lookingaround the training room for any sign of a jumper you may have leftbehind here one day – there was none.

   “What?”Lance chuckles, rushing after you before you can leave the trainingroom. “They're not a bad thing to hide, Y/N. Why do you think youneed to hide them?”    You continue looking around, even afterLance has completely blocked the doorway. “Because, I got them donewhen I was young and stupid. A drunken night out on earth before Ihad my priorities straight. They're not exactly my proudestaccessory.”

   Lancescrews his face up in confusion, watching you closely as you rusharound the training room, looking beneath pillows and training gearfor anything to cover yourself up with. Lance had always known youwere self conscious, but watching you look so flustered oversomething so simple was enough to make him frown.

   Inseconds he has dashed across the room and grabbed your arm, makingyou stop in your tracks and look up at him. Ever so gently, givingyou faint nods in between each pull, he tugs your arms away from yourchest and holds your hands in his – fingers intertwined, everythingin view. He knows they're there, but it's your eyes that he's lookinginto. The way they remind him so much of kaleidoscopes, flakes ofevery colour dancing around your pupil, drawing him in in the exactsame way they always had done.

   Heeven finds amusement in the way they dart back and forth beforeclicking firmly back onto Lance's like that was where they belonged.He saw you visibly relax as your eyes meet his at last, yourshoulders slumping forward and a huff of air escaping your lungs.

    “Ithink they're cool,” he whispers, finally. “It's like a flash ofbad-ass, isn't it?”

   Youscoff. “A flash of bad ass I got when I was sixteen.”

   Heshrugs loosely, intertwining your fingers a little tighter, cravingthe feeling of your palmspressed even closer than before though he isn't entirely sure thatthat's possible at this point.

   “Youdon't have to show them off to everybody,” he says. “In fact, I'dmuch prefer if they stayed our little secret.”

   “Asecret?”

   “They'rein quite a scandalous area, Y/N. An area that I'm hopingyou don't show off to manypeople bar me.”    A small giggle escapes your lips. Lancenever failed to make you laugh, even in a situation where you feltthe most embarrassed, the most exposed. The way he didn't even botherto look down at your exposed chest, the way he kept his eyes on yourown like you were the only thing keeping him grounded was enough tomake you feel one hundred times more comfortable with what you werewearing.

   “There'sthat laugh I love,” Lance comments, shaking your hands a little bitto get you to look up at him. “Now, come on. You don't have to getchanged just yet. You look perfect.”

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Morning Pages (08.01.2017)

Sunday 8th Jan - 7:50 a.m.

I have to admit that this was not the first thing I did this morning. In fact, I don’t know if I can really even call this my morning. I was out until 5:30 a.m. last night. Toni drove me home, and then I just collapsed into bed and tried to get as much sleep as possible before the sun rose. My alarm is set to ten o’clock. I’m meeting Lauren, the girl who moved from Brisbane, at 1 o’clock. Before that, I’ll need to feed the cats and clean out their trays, feed the fish, give Bruno his medicine, and make sure that I myself have eaten and showered and that I am okay. I’m really not okay, though. I’m a bit of a wreck, and last night I was a bit reckless.

So, I decided to go out because it was Saturday night and for most of this year I’ve been kicking myself for not making the most of the weekend and even moreso, the weekend train timetable. I decided to check out the Carlton Club because my friend Cameron goes there a lot and swears by it. Beforehand, however, when the day was a sweltering 37 degrees Celsius, I had been planning to go to the beach. But Bruno got sick in the morning, like vomiting all over the place and then lying on the cold bathroom tiles in what appeared to be a comatose state. I called Emily up and asked her what was going on with this poor, sick kitty, and she said that that happens in weather extremes, apparently. I don’t know if I said all this in yesterday’s morning pages. I don’t think so, he wasn’t throwing up at the time, if I remember correctly. Anyway, I didn’t go to the beach because I had to keep an eye on him and thankfully, he’s totally fine. Even after I left the house for like an epic 9 hour night (straight off the bat too!), he was fine.

I decided to go dancing because I wasn’t able to go to the beach, and also because around 4 o’clock yesterday, I tried to just read ‘A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again’. And I couldn’t focus on the book, I was thinking about Ikaros so much and I hated that I was thinking about him. Do you know what he did yesterday? He rode the Hurstbridge line up and down, taking panoramic shots of the station platforms. I think he needed to keep busy too. Anyway, I couldn’t focus on the book and I was just full of rage and confusion and started bawling my eyes out, sobbing in this room, in this apartment all by myself. I hated myself for it, I didn’t deserve this. His one problem with me was that I was loving him TOO much, I mean I was committed to him. And so easily, he just said that he didn’t want to be with me when prompted but for months, he’s just been putting lacklustre effort into a dead horse or something. I hated that phone call. It was so conclusive, so overtly conclusive that it was disgusting. I kissed a guy last night. He was alone and I was alone and he kind of tacked himself onto me. His name was Nick, and he didn’t look it but he was actually twenty-eight. He had wacky hair and wore a cap that said ‘Nick’ on the back ‘so he’ll always know his name upon drunkenly waking up’, he joked.

I’m a fucking sadist. I just took a long, long pause from writing to look at old posts with Ikaros and I. I woke up depressed, to be quite honest, and now I think I might cry again. I have to meet Lauren too, and she thinks I’m in a relationship. I really wanted to make it work with him. I really did. I could see a happy future with him.

Back to last night! I can’t dwell on this. Nick tacked onto me and I got to know him, which was fun. He was, however, not a good dancer nor a good kisser. Apparently it had been a couple of years (three or four) since he’d kissed a girl, currently recovering from a transient professional career. He worked in community and policy development overseas in Uganda and the Philippines. This was when I started to think that maybe he’s not as young as I thought. I asked him what training he needed for that job, and then he said he completed his Masters in Community Development. That’s when I knew he had to be at least six years or so older than me. So I asked him, and we found out about the eight-year age gap. I felt a bit bad for him because he seemed eager to be with me, like intimately, and for me it was more about just...dancing, and being free for a bit. I did tell him that I had just come out of a long-term relationship, two years I said. And he did ask questions about that, but everything I had told him about Ikaros didn’t stop Nick from saying he thought we had a connection when I said goodbye to him at Flinders Street at 3 in the morning. I told him point-blank that I was a little concerned about the age gap. We both said ‘we’ll see what happens’. I felt bad about that, because I honestly know now that nothing is going to happen. I don’t want to be with anyone, I just want to feel like I could still be with someone if I wanted that. I want to feel sexy, desirable, worth loving. Ikaros was fairly good at making me feel sexy, not so great with the other two.

I started and ended the night, however, with Toni at Crown. I arrived there at 8:30 and scoped her down at table 701 where she was dealing Blackjack. I watched this for a while, totally riveted. She was so fast with the draw! It was mesmerising. There was a creepy guy who followed me around for a bit at the start of the night, in the casino. He saw me at one point, standing and checking my phone back before I had found the table, then followed me to obscure parts of the casino before he and I both managed to settle down at table 701. He sat at the other side and just stared at me, sometimes pretended to be on a phone call and if he caught me staring/glaring at him, he’d feign ignorance with haste. I was livid. After about a half hour of sitting petrified, I got up and dashed around the casino in all directions. To shake him off. I was running for maybe two or three minutes before walking back to table 701, where he was nowhere to be found. I checked over my shoulder and scanned the room with purpose for a long time afterwards and he never turned up again. Quite thankful for that.

I’m quite thankful for Toni too. Talking to her last night was most definitely what I needed. Until Malith comes back maybe. Until Isaac comes back maybe. I’ve been thinking about sending Ben a message too but I don’t know if I should. It’s been about two years since we last saw each other. I met Ikaros immediately after things between he and I ended, but we hadn’t known each other long enough for me to really mourn whatever it was we shared. I also think that if I keep up what I had done tonight - going out, finding a guy and just feeling like I’m in a couple again -, I’m not going to fully experience myself in this late night setting. I want to see exactly how fun I can be, how many people I can meet, how many meaningful platonic connections I can make. After the Carlton Club, Nick and I went to this place called Boney, which had a dope DJ, honestly. The music was wild and original and consistently boss. Carlton Club’s DJ was quite sloppy. Boney did not disappoint. The crowd on a Saturday night was also somewhat more intimate and unique. Carlton Club was just packed with people, like they piled everybody in, and they were all the same, really: young, blonde people in big social groups. No diversity.

I’m finding it hard to finish these pages. I don’t really want to be writing this, to be honest. I feel like I should get more sleep. I’ve had about two hours of sleep and it’s 8:30 a.m. now and I think that if I get this over with and try to get back to sleep that maybe I’ll be a little more fresh-faced for my meet-up with Lauren. I feel like I’m going to have an awkward conversation, telling her that I just broke up with my boyfriend, the boyfriend that I was supposed to be super chill and open-minded with.

I just paused to check Facebook again. I feel so alone right now. I miss him. But he wasn’t good for me, and the sooner I realise that, the sooner I’ll get to be happy and learn to love myself, give all the attention and care and dedication that I was giving him and give it to myself. He said that I use him as a crutch sometimes, to deal with my problems. I think he was right. He also said that he used me sometimes too. And I realised that he wasn’t being critical, he was just describing what a relationship was. People (lovers, friends, family) have to use each other, they have to ask for care and give care, it’s a system of mutual love and respect. I felt like I had given so much of myself to Ikaros over this past year. I took him out when he was unemployed for months. I came and visited him when he couldn’t afford even train fare. I brought him food from my restaurant, I read to him, and I was just there for him when he needed somebody. I encouraged him in his artwork and let him take the time he needed to be himself. I cried occasionally after Skype calls ended, or when he or I had to leave. Just because it broke my heart whenever he could leave so efficiently. Fuck, I just kind of was very prone to feeling like he could just have enough of me a lot quicker than I could have enough of him. It really hurt me on Friday night when he said that he didn’t want to be with me anymore, and when he said that he didn’t really want to work on this relationship anymore. Sorry, that he ‘wasn’t sure’ if he wanted to be in this anymore was his exact words. But what’s the point, you know? I love fiercely and I love for life. I can’t make someone love me that way if it’s just not in them, if it’s just not them. I deserve somebody who didn’t wait a month before he said ‘I love you’ back. I deserve somebody who’s sure about me. Ikaros was never sure about me. And I knew that, months ago. I just ignored it and let the pain of that secret knowledge destroy me over time. I was cowardly. I didn’t want to say goodbye to him but I’ve known I was going to have to for months now.

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Welcome guys. Welcome to another episode of Good Morning Krypton and here on Although I Will Not Take we are, of course, broadcasting live straight out of Stockholm, Sweden. And we do this show each and every day at 8 a.m. Central B and finally, as I come to like an atomic clock each and every day. Today we will be discussing the corporate Marxism of the current financial system. We do have the Fed yesterday committing 2.3 freshly printed dollars, freshly printed fiat to buy debt, corporate debt and also to buy junk bonds. Can you imagine? They’re not even checking now? They’re not even checking. I know that Ford was downgraded. Their bonds were downgraded just a few weeks ago. And obviously the Fed had to react. So now they also said they weren’t even going to buy downgraded bonds. It’s okay with that. But you will learn all about that in this episode because look what we’re witnessing right now. This has never happened. The Fed is all in. The Fed is merging with the Treasury. You know, normally you have the Fed being here, the government being here. They’re separate. They’re completely separate. And they should be separate because the politicians will always want to mess with money. They always want to create new money because they can fund all kinds of projects and get more votes. So the whole idea, of course, is that Fed should be independent from the government, but that is not truly what’s happening right now. They are merging and they will tell you exactly how it’s happening and how is going on in this episode. And also, it’s important to discuss the fact that you are being robbed. You and I are being robbed. That is the only way to put it, because you understand that you maybe get like $1000, you get some deferred tax payments. I see you already as superjet as super chattel raising guys. That’s amazing. I evangelist’s. Adam, thank you so much. Amazing. Still waiting for the leader. Not not really sure what you mean, but thank you so much for the nation. And let me know if it works on mobile. If you do the mobile on desktop. I was going to be number one. Number two, we’re going to discuss oil. You know that now we have an agreement that this cartel will cut production opaque. And Russia. They will cut the production. And obviously, this all affects Bitcoin identity. This all affects Bitcoin. We have the hovering right around the corner, right around the corner. And we’re going to discuss that as well. So, guys, all welcome. How are you doing? I see the chart rolling. We are, of course, light streaming only and exclusively on. I want to dot com slash live. Welcome, everyone. I cbf you. I see the huddle. I see crypto mico. Crypto Vader danièle race vest. Armstrong done. That guy’s amazing. Let me know what you arching him from right now at this very moment in time where you are watching this from another another another supercut from evangelist Ivan someone’s someone sullies group to hear about the evangelist movement. I’m here to keep your seat warm. Nice, nice. My nice little solace group. That was our helicopter money yesterday. So today we have evangel is being helicopter money. Guess you’d like the Fed sometimes. Who is going to be the Fed? Today’s the question with helicopter money in the chat. And look, look, today we’re drinking black coffee. No milk, no sugar. No sugar involved. And looking at the markets, you will see something very significant today. I can assure you of that. But before we go into that, this was hilarious. Strub saying, I flatten the death curve, but look, he put it in the wrong way. Somebody made this joke. Mr. President, you’re holding sideways because the US that, you know, is at an all time high. And by design, it is like that. By design is going to be like that. So don’t even expect this to change. This is growing exponentially. And if you know how the current fractional reserve banking works, how the current system works, how governments have outsourced money creation to the central bank, to the private banks, but also now the Fed is coming in printing like crazy. The whole economy is based on that. And the only way forward is have more debt. And we’re going to have a whole episode on this topic. Why? This is going to continue. And there is no way to get that down to make it stop. There is no way. So is just by definition how this economy works. This will just keep growing. The debt will keep growing. It will not go down. It’s impossible. It’s absolutely impossible. And Young said that this exponential move will become more and more dramatic. It is truly exponential. I mean, you look at this, this is basically how bitcoin grew in price during the past 10 years, completely exponential. Nine million percent we saw in Bitcoin price growth. Well, you see the same kind of development in national debt in the in the United States. And this is by design, guys, in order to make the economy work, we need more debt and there’s only going to continue. So don’t even expect it. Some people are like, hey, I didn’t expect this to grow. Why is this so big? Don’t even expect against have your expectations straight. This thing will just continue to grow. And they don’t get the surprise that it’s just by design like it it’s always gonna be like that, but it’s not sustainable. That is the thing. It’s not sustainable until we see some kind of reset in the system. Now, we are at 24 trillion right now and we have another super chart from Michael Valérie. Good morning from Amsterdam with T. Good morning to Amsterdam. Thank you so much. So we are at 24 trillion in national debt in the U.S. This is just going to continue. We’re going to be at the third to truly and very soon. And then at 60 and then at the hundred. And then the two hundred you see exponential. So expect it just expected. So looking at the markets, well, the following situation in Bitcoin and in the crypto space. Let me actually just put you in the top market cap like so worth bitcoin at minus 5 percent almost. So quite a brutal downfall, to be honest with you. We did not really establish ourselves firmly above seven cape. We have them at minus 5 percent. We have X-ART, P.F. minus 3 percent. So we have a lot of fear. And just like we discussed in the chad before we went live, which you’re going to see now, is people of bipolarity changing. Their bipolarity is changing very quickly in crypto. Now everyone’s going to say we’re going to go to Touquet. Now everyone’s going to say, we’re going to go to 3K. Just remember it. And this is kind of the thing you got to realize. We are bipolar. We’re bipolar. Hearings always gonna be like that. Nicole, what do you think about the Atlantis report on YouTube? I haven’t checked it. I will check it. Atlantis report. And thank you so much for the superjet and fireworks. You always make Friday a bit better with fireworks, guys. So we see a downfall in the top-10, especially a C minus 10 percent. I mean, obviously with B ASV, we have the Halling coming up soon. And you know how the halving went from Bitcoin cash? Not very well. I mean, it was very boring. Nothing really happened in terms in terms of price. It just collapsed and miners obviously stopped mining. So we did see a difficulty decrease. And now it’s just less security on the Bitcoin cash network. So BSEE is going to have the same basically today. I think it should be like in a few days, like if, you know, exact date, but it’s very, very soon. Looking at the big winners, we have waves, Dash Haddara, not a lot of winners today, only waves basically. And losers are in there was synthetic SK1. But look, the reason why many people are asking we have seen PSV, we’ve seen before encash. We’ve seen light. So why is Bitcoin having different? Why are people more excited about Bitcoin is humming? Well, because Bitcoin is more of a global phenomenon. It’s more of a global phenomenon. You see Bitcoin being used, for example, in third world countries. We’ve talked about how the Latin American economy in terms of local bitcoin is being all around Venu. Salah is being centred all around the you sell the Gore-Bush that episode if you don’t know what I’m talking about. We see the same thing in Africa. We see that in Asia, people using a lot of Kryptos well, in order to avoid restrictions in banking. And they are obviously using bitcoin. They’re using deathers because. Untether another one from Niccol. I love you. I love you, man, too. I love you, man. So this is more of a global thing. So when something like Holly happens, we do see. The supply and demand play out in the real economy way more, way more with big cash and BSP. Bitcoin cash NBA savvy. And by the way, when I say big cash, I don’t mean to mock it. Just like saying cash more. So we look at big cash NBC. It’s mostly internally to their to their tribe. That’s where most of the trading happens. The same with Lt.-Col. Like gold is a bit, by the way, more global as well. Bitcoin, cash and BSE. But what is the conclusion? The conclusion is that when the supply new newly produced supply in bitcoin cash or BSEE drops by 50 percent, you don’t really see a lot of demand. The demand is basically doesn’t even Karokhail. It’s less supply. We’re not going to trade us as much. I mean, are people going to say that? No, they’re not going to say that because it’s only used within their community for changing. A bit of speculation is still being used that somebody really needs somewhere in the world. So that’s the biggest difference between the hoardings of or Lt.-Col and Bitcoin cash. BWV and Bitcoin, because bitcoin, you do have more of a global effect. There is an inherent demand for biscuit and that is why that is why stop the flow model only works with bitcoin because stock to flow model describes the relationship between new supply and the demand and how it’s gonna affect everything. So please keep it in mind. Another one from Solit group Duyen waiting for a new stealth bomber. munya. I’ll buy bitcoin under 6.6 gate. This is the time to DCA when we have a bit of a pullback. Absolutely. Absolutely. Now, yes. Remember that we do have our webinar completely free webinar on April the twenty ninth where we’re going to discuss how to stack massive, absolutely massive amounts of SATs in this bull market. That is coming up. And it’s completely free. You gotta check it out if you’re not in that category and if you haven’t been in this webinar before, completely free of nothing to lose. So just click the link below and sign up right now. And we do have our collaboration with BioBlitz and Femke. So if are trading, you want to trade with leverage. Go to a link below. You see best kripp deals. Click there. As always, Pemex man. Why are they loading so slowly? Always. Here they are on Fenwick’s. You basically can do bitcoin a theorem you SRP link dess light on and gold. You can also have gold here and buy, but it’s only bitcoin sitroom. ios6. But the good thing with by bit. I personally prefer byb it a bit more because they have more liquid asset. I mean the way more people are using it, it’s a way more mature platform, so to speak. So go and check out them in the description, but be very careful. Be extremely careful. More fireworks, guys. More more fireworks in the chat. You are on fire today. Thank you for keeping us up to date. Thank you, Harold. I appreciate you. I appreciate you a lot. Now, you know that it’s Friday and they told you that I would explain to you why. It’s amazing to have a Friday, but why you should not be overly excited about Friday aswell, because people who are overly excited about Friday, I sometimes feel that they don’t like what they’re doing during the week. So this is kind of the piece of knowledge I want to give to you today. Before we get into the corporate Marxism is that this case is Friday. But if you hate if you hate Mondays, you hate weekdays. You have to switch careers. Yes, you have to reconsider. So that is why, by the way, you should go and join the webinar, if you like, fried this too much. This is for you. Now, of course, if you have something you like, you work with something you like. You just want to spend more time with your family during the weekend. And that’s why you’re excited for Fridays. Completely fine. But if you feel that man, finally, I don’t have to go to work, then you really have to reconsider what you’re doing in life. And then, of course, Krypto full time is very important. And you gotta to learn how to stack sets. So go to the webinar first and foremost. Smart money is buying, guys, as you can see. We do have accumulation in terms of whales. Number of whales with and with an account with over 1000 1000. Bitcoin is increasing right now. This is looking a glass node on chain fundamentals and we’re seeing this accumulation in these accounts. They are going up. You know that we cans are selling. Retail is selling while wealth are accumulating because we know that the hubbing is just right around the corner. Now, accumulation always happens before the hoving, as we’ve seen in the past as well. Whales are accumulating. Weekends are not really accumulating because they don’t know what will happen. They’re a bit scared. They’re a bit uncertain what’s going to happen. Everyone is uncertain. But at least you’re gonna have some kind of vision for the future. Some kind of your internal belief, which you things are going to happen to Bitcoin long term. And obviously, if you are a whale, you do have that understanding and you accumulate during this time. So look at what the smart money is doing. And obviously, when we saw bitcoin completely wild. That is when Wells also started to selling off their stock and started to sell off here mostly, mostly before we reached like the crazy peak because you know that it’s impossible to time of the peak for you. It’s impossible to know exactly where the peak is. So smart manual’s taking profits. Those times as well. And now since basically 2009, in January, we’ve seen trend in accumulation. So keep it in mind. Look, we are living in very, very strange times. We’re living in very strange times because now is when you see America really showing how it works and when people say that America is the sign of capitalism failing. What they don’t understand is that it’s not capitalism, to be honest. It’s not capitalism in good times. We are religious capitalists. But if something goes wrong, we don’t mind socialism. But the socialism is not for you and me. It’s not for the middle class. It’s not for people who actually who actually need it. That is key to understand. It is for corporations. It is when the Fed is producing new money. It is when the Fed is going completely All-In like they’re doing right now with their operations. And this is something you can not ignore. Guys, there’s something we cannot ignore because you’re being you’re being robbed. Hey, man. Sebastian, thank you so much. Testing Super Shuttle Mobile. I hope it works. I hope it worked fine. So what do you make out of this? The following. The following. They will try to make people happy nonetheless. They will try to make it so that you and I don’t revolt. So we’re seeing right now, for example, Trump coming out and considering canceling student debt, because obviously everyone is looking at what’s going on with the corporate side. And obviously, you don’t want to see only corporations getting all of this free money. So let’s play this clip and then we’ll continue the discussion. Let me know if the sound works. Let me know if the sound works. Today, the Department of Education is also announcing the availability of more than 6 billion dollars in emergency grant funding to assist college students impacted by the cancellation of classes and the suspension of housing. A lot of people had a lot of things suspended. Housing is one of them. Previously, we waive student loan payments for six months. So student loan payments have been waived for six months and we’ll discuss it after that may go further. Look, they are together talk about maybe we’re gonna cancel your student, that may be maybe, maybe, maybe. Personally, I think that in this new times we’re living in. It could happen, but that would actually surprise me. It would surprise me if student debt got canceled. It would be in many cases a good thing from many perspective. A good thing, because, hey, if we’re still doing the socialism thing, if we’re already started, why not help? Also, young people look is better to help them as well. There are many arguments for that. They they they can start working from. From a position in which they have no debt. They can just start their lives without being slaves from day one. That is why you could make that argument in another country. Argument could be that what if somebody just paid off their debt and now they’re cancelling everyone’s student debt? You are basically rewarding the people who did not pay it back. And now if you just paid it back, you mentioned how you would feel if you just paid everything back and now suddenly it’s all canceled and you didn’t have to pay it. If you just waited a few more weeks. So obviously, it’s not an easy question, but I think the most important effect of this is to calm down everyone, to calm down everyone who is seeing the printer go wild right now and seeing the Fed go wild. It’s to say, hey, guys. You will also get a bit of that freshly printed fiat. Maybe. Maybe we’ll consider it for now. You just we just defer your payments, but maybe, maybe, maybe we’ll consider it because that would be a big thing. I mean, this would be a big thing for the average job. No question about that. I would be surprised if it actually happens. Let’s see. It’s not impossible. But the way the system works is not is not for students. I mean, it’s not for the for the middle class. And it’s not for anyone who has some kind of personal debt. I really, really doubt it will happen. But we’ll see. Nico, I’m father of three new babies to pay to pay for our failure. How how do you mean? I’m not really sure what you mean, but if you mean that they’re going to take care of you, then it may be a good strategy. We’re going back to the old days, by the way. Many people might be thinking in those old ways that, hey, we’re going to have kids to actually take care of us if you, of course, have financial difficulties. Now, what’s important to note is the numbers here. Now, we’ve mentioned that even the average Joe gets a bit of hope from the administration. They get a bit of hope. So they are calm. They don’t really do something crazy. They don’t protest too much. Maybe counselors tell them that. Now we’re seeing what’s happening with the Fed, the 2.3 trillion dollar now being printed to buy junk bonds. You’ll see Lynly. But saying. Exactly. Exactly. You’re like the mining or guys today. Amazing. Thank you so much. I truly appreciate you. So they are expanding their program with 2.3 freshly freshly printed theat in programs aimed at helping businesses and state local governments. So that’s what’s gonna happen. That announcement sparked a jump in stocks, a drop in the dollar because it’s getting devalued by the moment, guys. If you’re sitting in the dollar, reconsider. I mean, I would ask you to consider not financial advice, but I’m reconsidering that because too many people now become super bullish on the dollar. They think that this flight to safety will continue because the dollar has been performing quite well during the past months. We’ve seen a sell off in all kinds of assets. Where are they going? I mean, where is the value going to the dollar? But at the end of the day, everyone has already sold everything. That’s what’s going to happen. And then you sit there with your dollars. What do you do? Guess what do do you? As soon as possible want to buy a real asset that produces monthly cash flow. The last thing you want to do is sit and dollars long term. Yes, there are a lot of deflationary deflationary movements right now, such as a lot of debt being denominated in U.S. dollars and everyone needs dollars to pay back their debt or pay for their margin calls or to close their other obligations that are also denominated in dollars. But at the end of the day, you will be sitting there with dollars and what will you do? You will get very worried. You will get an easy because they are just printing another one from solid crypto. They are smart. They give the normal people this bits creating more and even this. Now the middle class is fighting each other for food and helicopter money. Divide and conquer. Soon. Soon, soon. The art of war must through this. I’ve read it, and you’re completely correct. That’s what’s going on right now. You’re completely correct. So keep this in mind now. The most important thing that’s going on right now is the fight that they’re going to buy junk bonds. They’re going to buy junk bonds. This has never happened before at this scale. So it would appear this Fed is aware that the economy is in dire straits, particularly with the small companies, and they are likely to take highly unusual steps, some unprecedented steps to see if they can loosen up that sector. So that’s what’s happening. They are all in. The Fed is really doing everything they can. They are gonna commit to this. The have already committed. And look, as part of the announcement, the Fed expanded its corporate lending programs to take it into a new area, including. CFS of companies that are rated below investment grade, basically junk junk bonds. Guys, why are they doing that? This is a very important thing to understand. Why is it so that the Fed Golson buys these bonds? Well, mainly to keep up the prices of the bonds, of course, because if you have the bond prices falling, corporate debt prices falling. It means that if you are a corporation and you are struggling and you want to release a new bond, because that is how you get finance, you release a bond that is debts that other people buy and they give you money for that bond and then you pay them interest and then you pay back that debt with time. But you understand that if the demand for the bonds on the market is zero, nobody’s buying bonds. Everyone is scared. That is what’s happening right now. Everyone’s scared. Nobody’s buying bonds. It means that for you to even be able to even be able to finance yourself to taking new money into your corporation through issuing bonds, it means that you have to increase the interest rate because there is no demand for any bonds. So the only way to maybe have someone buy your bond is to have a high interest rate. So that is the thing. The Fed comes in and says, hey, we will buy your bond. Don’t worry. We will buy your bond so that the corporations can take in more debt. They are able to sell their bonds, because when the Fed is doing this, it means that other banks and other investment banks and other institutions are also feeling a bit more comfortable to buy this debt from corporations to to to give corporations money, take their bonds, because they know that in the worst case, they can sell it to the Fed. They know it’s a market for this for these bonds, even junk bonds. Now there is a market because the Fed will buy them at the end of the day. So that is important. That is the most important thing to understand, because when you read this that the Fed is now buying corporate debt, corporate bonds. You don’t understand what’s going on. But if you know, that is because they want to keep up the market for bonds going so that these corporations can issue bonds and they know that somebody is going to buy them, they don’t have to have to crazy interest rate. That is what’s happening. And that is what they’re trying to do now to tell the bond market, hey, be active, be. Be calm down. Be confident in this bond market, because I doubt they were going to buy everything. Otherwise, if they didn’t do that, the the bonds would go down and nobody would buy them. And you s-corporation, you can not take in more debt. You can’t have crazy interest rates. And even when you do, people might not want to buy them. Now we have a donation from Zero Joy. Ivan, thanks for your content. Crazy economy. Will this super shot have the option to pay encrypted regards from Switzerland? Yes, crypto is coming. We’re going to start with ethe because it’s fast transaction and everyone has EIF and then maybe we’ll add the lightning because look, we’re not going to have bitcoin and wait for a six six confirmations. Maybe we’ll have we can have a 0 confirmation payment or something, but we can start with EEF because it’s so easy man. It’s so easy like this is gonna be a bit more difficult but if is very easy. So you can also understand that when we see this, we become addicted because now the whole market is functioning around the fact that the Fed will buy anything, they will buy anything. And that is how the market is structured. Mukul, please check the Atlantis report. Maybe you can find on why YouTube didn’t ban them. I will check them out. You guys recommended. I will check them out. Thank you so much, Nico, for donation. So what’s important here is that we’ve become addicted now that you see the whole bond market relying on the Fed. They’re basically telling Hape we’re confident because the Fed this year imagine now the Fed pulling out. How the confidence will disappear. So the Fed cannot pull out. I mean, they are in this. They are all in. They have committed. Once the Fed enters a market like the bond market, like they’ve done right now, buying even junk bonds they have committed. There is no way for them to go back, because if they go back, the whole confidence in that market collapses even more to even lower levels compared to when the Fed entered. And when corporate debt market collapses, no corporation will be able to get funding from bonds because nobody will buy them. Nobody will actually give them money. So you see that we are this addicts. The whole economy is addicted. That is why also is connected to this situation with exponential debt. You need just to have more debt once you have a bit of debt, like the only way forward is more. And we’re gonna have a whole episode where I explain how it works, exactly why you should not even expect it to go down or sideways. It will never do, guys. The national debt, it will just continue going up in an exponential rate now is not sustainable. This is like we will see how much it continues, but I don’t know how much. Maybe two hundred trillion, maybe to 500 trillion. We’re gonna be there soon because it’s exponential. Our brains can not comprehend exponential developments a lot because you see, just a few years ago, we were somewhere here on this chart and then we completely exploded. Now to hear it, look, it’s just gonna be exponential. So we are addicted and it’s just going to continue like this. What’s important as well is that we need to be looking at the dates. So you see, for example. We have this 2.3 trillion loan bailout program that the Fed announced recently. Yesterday they really started with this. They really started looking on this in March and you know that on March 24th for it was downgraded because obviously nobody is buying cars in the crisis. Nobody is really investing in that. So the bonds, the corporate debt of Ford was downgraded for this, obviously very important for the U.S. economy. No question about that. For employment. So now the Fed basically had to readjust their strategy and say, hey, we’re even gonna go and buy the debt or off of companies that are below investment grade such as Ford. So it’s important. It’s important. And that is exactly what’s going wrong. And look, they got that mess with the rules a lot. That is what they have done. This is what Jerome Powell said. They had the Fed in it recently when he announced this whole situation with two point three trillion. These programs that we are using under the law. We do this, as I mentioned in my remarks, with the consent of treasury secretary and the fiscal of backing from the Congress through the Treasury. So here is where we start talking about the fact that they are emerging. The Fed and the Treasury are merging. They are bending the rules. They’re bending the reality of how this whole system was set out to be the relationship and the polarity of the Fed. And the government is now breaking down and they are merging their view. Thank you so much. By bit leverage 106 for life. Thank you so much. V a few a an H. I really appreciate you. So this is very big because now the the Treasury is in tandem. They’re working in tandem with the Fed. And if you read the quote further, you see that we’re doing it to provide credit to households, businesses, state and local governments. We are directed by Congress. We are using the fiscal backdrop to absorb annual losses we have. So we have monetary and fiscal policy now in full in full speed, in full effect. And you know that monetary policy is already exhausted because how much lower can you do interest rates? You can still do a lot with fiscal, but that requires political will and political support. Our ability is limited by law. By the law. Look, you said that it’s limited. It’s limited, but they are moving forward. We have to find unusual and exigent circumstances. And the treasury secretary has to agree. And we’re using this fiscal backdrop. So, look, they are limited by the law, but they will still find ways through working with the government, through working with the administration. Any thoughts on how this will affect deferred development? Says said that we’ll get less discussed if I then say I will bring it up, but then deferred development. But good question. We will, of course, talk about this at them. And it has a lot to do because the only way forward for the Fed is either to print more money. They will do that. They could even lower interest rates a bit more. They could still do some some monetary policy. Obviously, when you have negative interest rates, you also have to decide the banks will have to decide either to implement it in savings accounts. So, for example, in Europe, in the E.U., if you have a corporate account in the bank and you have euros, you have euros, you will lose money every month, you will lose minus 0.4 percent or zero point zero. For something like that, you’re going to lose. OK. I think it 0.4 percent. But these days of interest rate, your money in the bank, they take they take a bit. I’ve experienced this. I’ve had money, corporate money with our corporation. We had it in a bank account. We had euros each and every month. We were paying negative interest rate. Now it’s not like that. If you have a personal account and this is not an all in all banks, some banks don’t don’t have this because the banks decide it’s not an all banks. But if this continues, you understand that the Fed, the only thing they will be able to do is to decrease interest rates and then literally force people to spend their money. You have your money in the bank. It disappears. You literally have to go and run and buy something as soon as possible, especially with digital fiat. So here’s where it becomes scary, because digital fiat will be pushed down your throat. It will be like that. You will be forced to accept it. Why is it so? Because they can have monetary instant policy like never before. Right now it’s up to the banks. The banks decide, OK. We should have negative interest rates in the accounts or not. So as I told you, our bank had negative interest rates for corporate accounts, for private accounts. They did not. Some other banks don’t even have that for corporate accounts. Now, the Fed obviously wants more economic activity. They want digital cash so they can enforce this negative interest rates. By themselves, without going through the private banks and checking with them by themselves, everyone will have a minus. For example, 1 percent in in the interest rate. Whatever money you have in your wallet, it will evaporate. You’re forced to spend it as soon as possible. Now here’s where Defi comes in. For example, when you look at old stable coins like Teather, you did see. You look at you as D.S. you look at all of the essentially stable coins. You know that they have dollars in their bank account. That’s how they work. They bag their stable coins with dollars. Imagine their bank account in the near future having negative interest rate, which might happen. Look at how it might happen that they will have negative interest rates in their bank account, just like we had in our corporate bank accounting in Sweden. So it means that they need to produce somehow. Teather now needs to produce positive cash flow in order to even be able to keep their reserve of dollars because they’re losing each and every month, each and every day they’re losing a bit. So this means that if you look at Defi coming back to a question about DFI, when you look at DI, for example, DI is also pegged to the dollar. That is also pegged to the dollar. But it’s not being backed by a bank account that disappears evaporates. It’s backed by an algorithm. So here’s where DI will really outperform all other stable funds because all other stable course is basically a gamble. They need to risk the money to get positive cash flow to be able to even have reserves as they are without losing. All right. But with DI, you don’t have that. Is it just supply and demand of for eith and diet loans alone mechanics? CGP collateralised debt position. So here is where you truly will see defi shining if negative interest rates become big. And this is something that many people don’t talk about, but it’s one of the most important aspects of die of maker. They will be the only stable coin that is actually that is actually stable to the dollar. And they don’t have to gamble with your funds to to try to get cash because they don’t even have your funds. I mean, just an algorithm. Nobody has your funds, just an algorithm that keeps it that one dollar with supply and demand. Look, leaving this topic, how do you summarize it? Man, it’s a lot. It’s a lot. A lot, a lot. How do you summarize this topic? Number one, if you have Fiat. Don’t be too comfortable, guys. Don’t be too comfortable. Yes. Asset prices have been falling. But but but then over there, you know that it’s just a printer at the end of the day. So think about the fact that it’s it’s inflated like crazy. What happens when this money actually enters the economy? What will happen to consumer prices if these trillions enter the economy? They’re still stuck only in the financial assets. But what will happen if this money suddenly enters the real economy? What will happen to consumer prices? Think about that. Think about that. There’s always a deflation before hyperinflation. All hyperinflation is are followed are preceded by deflation. That’s very important. Think about the fact that when you hear somebody saying the students will be cancelled, haven’t mind that. Of course, this would be amazing if they got cancelled. But don’t be too optimistic because it mostly is just to calm people down and look at everything that is going on in the financial sector. Don’t expect the the debt to fall. It will never fall. It will increase exponentially. It is by design is how it’s supposed to be is by design. It’s not sustainable long term. And the bottom line, we have corporate Marxism. We have corporations getting free money. We don’t have capitalism in the US right now. We have Marxism, corporate Marxism. So whenever people say that capitalism has failed, you have to explain to them this is not at all a free market where a centrally planned where central planning. Right now we’re allocating resources based on how a few guys think they should be allocated. We’re creating all of this money out of thin air, basically redistributing wealth according to decisions made by by a few six year olds or 70 year olds like, look, they cannot compete with a. You cannot compare it with the power of computers and power of analyzing big data. Like you can not have a few dudes doing all of these decisions. This will get me really mad. Gates I’m sorry, but I think you got to have more of an algorithmic approach to money. People have screwed out, stripped out of screwed up this several times through history. No Fiat survives. No Fiat is here for more than a few decades. The only one that has survived for a very long time is basically the British pound. And so you’ve got to realize they will always screw up. And now we basically have essentially planned economy where if you guys decide exactly where the money will go, who will receive it, who will not receive it. This is what the the guys with the mustache and the beard do, you know, like DeMoro. Engle’s what they’ve been dreaming about. But but this perverted idea that you give it to the corporations. I mean, at least they thought that they would give it to workers or something, you know, would give it to the workers. But now we have corporate marches. I mean, imagine Marx hearing this anyway. You get my point. You get my point. This is this is terrible. A few. Thanks for explaining the basics of finances. Even the most in this chart do understand. Thanks. Thanks to even though most of the do understand. Yeah, I think you guys understand a little it that. That’s amazing. Solid. Thank you so much again. I started development of tdap with star developer from my time. Nice. We were building my bank, Midland Bank, a place where people can store their fiat seemless in. Amazing. Please let me know your thoughts on this. I will check. I will check. Soll. Thanks so much for the Nazy. Thank you so much for the nation. Or I guess moving on. We have some news from Kryptos. Com You know that we are working with crypto dot com. And if you go to Ivan on tech dot com slash deals, I will tell you. Com slash deals, you will find a link to crypto dot com. And if you sign up using this link right here on Amazon, the concierge deals, you get dollars and I get fifty dollars. So we’re both profits from that. But what’s important is that now they’re integrated with Ledger. So if you buy your ledgers with crypto com app, you get 10 percent cash back. So that’s big. And also they are adding all kinds of brands also with 10 percent, the cash cashback. They have Costco, Whole Foods, Kroger, Woolworths carry 4. I look like American brands. I don’t even know what this is, but I guess it’s big. Let me know if this thing is big. Fair price. Shane Qiong E Mart Metro. Yeah. We don’t have this in Sweden. I know Costco and Full Wholefoods here I’ve been when I’m in the US, I’ve been here. Here I haven’t been a door dash. I’ve used that Instacart use that these guys haven’t used. But it seems that these guys are big quarter for it. No it’s not. The US is Frej. Got it. Got it. Got it. Yeah. Yeah. I was in France a long time ago, but I’ve been in Monaco a few times since then. But it’s kinda France. Kinda not. I didn’t see Corey for there. How do you say it? I am probably butchering the name, but anyway. And finally, some important news from Polonia Pro Polonia to know. These guys are now being controlled by Justin. And now they are jumping on the IEO train a bit late. I mean, a bit late, according to me, because I’m are not a big thing right now, but there you go. They have a lounge bass right now launching and. Yeah, let’s see what kind of things they do. But I mean, honestly, for Io’s to really be interesting in one way or another. You need to have a new bull market. I mean, right now, nobody is gonna care about Io’s, but they are working to increase the utility of Tron ya x because the only way you can be able to participate is through this TR X coin. So there you go, guys. Let’s see. Let’s see. For me, it’s always interesting to see like what the exchanges are doing and what kind of plans they have. And Justin san. He’s buying everything. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn’t work out like the like this timeat fiasco because it is a fiasco. Can I say anything against that? Look, we have basically a split in the community community completely taking the matter into their own hands, into their own hands and and disregarding and disregarding them. This takeover. But let’s see how Polonia X performs. If they can. If they can manage to do something out of this, but the jury is in the next bull market, I don’t think it will be a big thing right now in in this current times, because people are not really, really interested in ideals right now. Will change, will probably change. We’re going to see whether it’s going to be IYO a system or something else. But there will always be appetite for Alz. I mean, always in a bull market. Always, always, always. Trump can still pump in the hype. It’s too cheap. How do you mean it’s cheap, though? Please don’t say you look at the price per coin because too many people do that. And I always have to explain it. So when you look at price per coin, it is one cent. But guys, please, why are you looking at price per coin? Because I guess that’s what you’re looking at. When you say it’s chip, it has a market cap of eight hundred forty two million like a close to Cardinal Baseball. Kodama has Monaro look at market cap. This is this is the price of an eight hundred million. This doesn’t matter of price per coin does not matter. But it’s an example of why you need to have a big supply base. You need to have a big supply in your Quinn. And I know my friends and I would joke that if Satoshi created bitcoin and he gave it instead of twenty one million cap, he gave it a cap of one point 2.1 billion. So instead of twenty one million you have just for simplicity’s sake, let’s say you did twenty one billion. Thank you so much Steve. Can I pay supercharged with crypto buyer SPDC. Look, we’re going to start with ethe man. Well you can add all of the old coins later. We’re going to start with EIF or Teq, so we’re gonna do ethe first. But thank you for the nation state. So look, if Satoshi did 20 1 billion and not twenty one million coins, it would mean that the price of bitcoin currently would be just six point nine dollars. Because you know that twenty one billion is a thousand times twenty one million. So the price would be a thousand times less. It would be 6.9 and we would have the same market cap. So if that would be the case, people would not find bitcoin expensive and we would maybe not have all of the old guys because people would think that bitcoin is cheap as well. Just six dollar coin. Can you elaborate on BEHKISH hubbing and why it is dropping BTC champ thing for the nation? Well, let’s let me elaborate. The thing is, when we’re looking at the harvest, the only reason why we’re seeing Bitcoin jump up in price with an order of magnitude so that, you know, before the previous hubbing we had the price in terms of a hundreds, like few hundreds. Now we’re talking thousands. After next halving, we’re gonna talk about tens of thousands. We’ve already been at 20K. But what I’m talking about is more that we’re going to be a 50, 60, 70 probably. I don’t know. I don’t know. But no financial advice, as always. No financial advice. But this is how I see it, that the price will develop and it will jump in. Orders of magnitude. Why is it happening? Well, because we are having the new freshly produced coins each and every four, four years, which is which is a similar a similar development. But in the other direction. I mean, your having you basically, you know, when you take times to all the time, you have this exponential development when you’re halving. You have exponential but inverted. So you have you have this exponential city that is just decreasing, decreasing and decreasing. So what I want to say by that, I want to say that if you have an economy such as Bitcoin that is global, it’s global, guys. There is demand in all kinds of countries, whether it is for the fact that people want to be sure that their funds are not confiscated. If you live in a dictatorship, for example, and you are wealthy, you might want to have a bit of bitcoin because, look, you might not have rule of law. And if the guy in charge does not like you, he might take your property. So will you go into Bitcoin cash in that case or really go to Bitcoin? You’ll go to Bitcoin. The same is when you have people struggling with hyperinflation. They go into bitcoin. So there is an inherent demand outside of justice, speculation for bitcoin. So when so when we see a cut in the newly produ produced the bitcoin, the demand is basically the same like its is global. It’s used for all kinds of things. So demand is the same or even increasing because the awareness grows for bitcoin. So there of course you see the newly freshly produced bitcoin supply dropping by too. And then it makes sense that the price would would go up by order of magnitude. Now in bitcoin cash litecoin be ASV, other coins. You don’t have that. You don’t have the global global demand. So did the newly produced supply drops. Nobody even cares. I mean, they’re just trading them on exchanges like they were before. And that’s it. So you understand that. The biggest difference. That is why stocks to flow model is not working with any other coin than Bitcoin that has a halving. And this is very important. This very, very important to understand. So I hope you got it. I hope you got it. The holding. Does it matter if this if the demand is not the same or bigger after the halving for this newly produced coins and in Bitcoin? Usually we’ve seen that that the demand is interstate’s staying the same because then the price will go up. If newly produced supply goes down by 50 percent or if the demand is is going up, then of course this will also go up. Now we have a Lynly saying did you ever look at msorry screener actual volume? So I look at me. Sorry, sometimes. Sometimes. But. You mean that we have a lot of washe raising or what? Because we do have a lot of wussed training. That’s that’s for sure. Yeah. So this one I’ve seen. Yes. Yes, yes. And it’s a big topic like what is the volume of Beskind. What is the. Even the price of bitcoin is a big topic as well. But what exactly do you want me to to see here is just the fact that the market cap is one thing. Liquid market. That is another thing. Yes. Another one I like, by the way, is coin. Market book coin. Market book dot Ceecee, I think. This one is also important, kind of in the same in the same category where you see the true metrics. Let’s see if the site will work. So, yeah, it works because here there’s the rising by support. So this is how much we have in terms of liquidity in the market and how much it will take to drop the price by 5 percent, I think. So let me read this info and buy orders at 10 percent distance from the highest bid price. This is how much you would basically have to dump to drop the price by 10 percent in bitcoin. Pretty much so by support is very important. And you see how quickly it drops in. If it’s just 67 million in this table, can paxos twenty one. But the stable coins. So doesn’t this doesn’t really apply to stable coins SRP because there you have this arbitrage is going to be quickly utilized. If the price of, for example, you as DC drops below a dollar. People gonna buy it instantly. You will see this new demand coming out of nowhere because at the end of day, they are regulated. So there is a good chance that they have their dollars because they are regulated. And so if the price of you as this is below a dollar and you know that they have the backing for one dollar, it’s like free money. It’s not like that with other coins to just table coins that this work works with SRP, just 19, EOS just 18. So yeah, you see that it’s sometimes disc coins. They have very, very thin buy support. If you just scroll down to top 50, even in the top 50, you’ll see below a million. And after top hundred the bi support is literally zero. You can dump and bam with just a little 50k 70k. Yeah. And you know, as soon as you start dumping that by support will probably change. People will pull out their orders because you see the price going down like this, even if you have a buy order setting within the 10 percent of the of the current price. You might remove it. And so and so it might be even faster fall. Ivan. Have you heard read it is going to make a blockchain points system. Interesting. Interesting. I haven’t heard that. Is it going to be on public blockchain or linking the link in the chat? Read the blockchain points. I haven’t actually heard it, but is it going to be like their own private blockchain experiment or not tipping system? Interesting. Is Reddit devising a new tipping system? Interesting. Interesting. Let’s check. I hope it’s on. If help is on it or something, it could be doing there. Okay. All right. Previous, maybe some stellar. All right. It was first run on the trader. Interesting screen recording posted. So what is the what is the thing here? Oh, you have coins, yeah, yeah, yeah. You have coins. Nice rigid coins. I wonder what blushing they’re going to do it on because look, they don’t want to maybe do it on eBay because in the wallet and like pay for transactions, nobody is going to do that. If they’re not encrypt, it’s going to be difficult to convince people. But maybe if they do on iOS then the the users don’t do. I will see. Yes. We’ll see. Yes. It depends on what kind of role they take because the best thing would would would do it on EEF, but it’s not the best from user experience. So if Reddit really takes the role of the educator because it’s very, very expensive and difficult to educate people about new technology and show them here’s your wallet, here’s your private key. You might lose your private key, by the way. And if you lose it, we cannot help you. It’s gonna be very expensive. Their support will explode with tickets. Whereas my Reddit points or I’m trying to use metho mascara on my Nokia ten fifty five from the 80s. Why is my metal mask and my redit points are not working like they’re going to apple. Oh kind of. That’s when you’re introducing new technology. So the question is will they want to deal with it or not or not? Because I think they probably will not want to deal with it. So they will just have, for example, that they hold to everyone’s coins. And if you want to withdraw your coins to our wallet, you can do that. And then it’s up to you to learn everything. But you don’t have to withdraw or or they can just use you or something. So, yeah, I lost my private key and my two or before a I knew it was important. Yeah, private key. We’ve all lost some private game. They changed the transparency laws to have meeting outside of public view. The Fed, the politicians. Nicole, again, amazing, amazing show. Ivan, you are truly you truly understand how to combine the facts of blockchain, old finance and presented in style. Thank you. I appreciate you. Thank you so much for the nation. I love this fireworks. They are just boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. I hope they’re not lagging your phones. Guys, if you have phones that are lagging, let me know. But the amazing fireworks, man. Maybe we will have like a setting so that you can turn off the fireworks if your phone is too slow or it’s not working for some reason. First step. It’s lagging, says Meleia. Maybe we’ll have a button like no fireworks. First time ever, thank you and your team for all the great content. Been following since the early books. Mine. Old books. Mining. That was. That was good times. Fireworks crashing my work visa. I mean, look, I mean, either can make the fireworks smaller, but then it will kind of ruin the effect for me at least. I want have big fireworks. So maybe you yourself can like change how much fireworks you want. Because I want big fireworks, man. And when you do a super chat, I want my whole screen to have fireworks. Ivan, where can they vote? What is the next object should be or what? What, what? Oh, man. My my web, too, at the same time. Oh, now my even my screen is lagging. It’s like a wall. Yeah. Make it look. Yeah. That was amazing. At the same time. It was amazing. Let’s see. This was a good question about wasn’t it subject. I think if you did the first course, you should already have a service sent out to you. But I know that you guys want flashlight. So we’re gonna do it. We’re gonna do flash loans. Do use your sample domain building your apps. If not, why? So for now, we’re focusing on. I wanted the com slash live and we’re not building the unstoppable domain yet because we need to build this. Like this is the priority. We need to build the superjet theory on this working already, but we want to continue building it and then we will move on. Do not touch the fireworks, says V, a few. Exactly. Exactly. Man, I hope it’s good that you like them as goosh like you. I don’t see the algo trading course in your academy. I’m not registered yet. Can you give some info about it? You should see it. Why are you not seeing it? You should, of course, see it. It’s. It’s in. Let’s see. Oh, maybe Wood didn’t added to the tracks. We maybe didn’t add it to the tracks, man. Fireworks exploding. Another one doing it for fireworks, John. Nice, nice, nice. I’m addicted to this fireworks, by the way. So let’s see where we are. Maybe we didn’t add this man. Maybe I’m blushing for business. Yeah. I remember it. We forgot to add it in the tracks here. But look, it’s in the academy for sure. It’s in the academy doing it for Johns. Thanks. Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot. I appreciate it. 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But maybe then we’ll do it. It’s like it’s also things that Doug that. Man, if you’re watching from DuckDuckGo, I’m sorry, we still haven’t had time to fix. But I know there’s this guy using Dat Dat Go browser on mobile and apparently we have some bugs there. I didn’t even know they have a browser. So we need to we need to check it. Check it. Keep up the good work. Happy finally moved out of YouTube. Yes, yes. Yes, yes. John. Thanks so much. Emojis. Well, immodest work, but you have to put it in yourself. So let me see. helderman man on Windows Fentiman. No. Where’s oh, here’s emoji. So if I put the heart light like you just have to do it yourself IMO. Just work is just that. Oh, I have my Tesla account here. Look, it will just work. But yeah, maybe we should we should add that when you do like this and you do a module like this, that it will also be automatically converted into an emoji. But they work you if you just put in them. Well, guess what is this, huh? I see you guys posting this. Is it the face or what? Many, many of your this I have no clue what it is. It’s like we’re going down in price. Is that like the price indicator? Because we are going down right now. I’m using Doug. Doug, go on. Mobile seems good, but fibers can be overwhelming. Yemen, especially when many fireworks. That’s that’s where they work. I think you should start fireworks. That’s true. That’s true. Maybe we should. Otherwise, it’s gonna be overwhelming quickly. That’s actually true. I think we’ll do it. We’ll do it. Fireworks, because, man, I love fireworks. It’s amazing. I sense since that we had the idea to create our own super chat. I always had this idea of fireworks that we need to do something amazing. Is a Darth Vader face, I think. No overlapping fireworks. Yeah. That is gone. If like five people at the same time, the fireworks are going to be too big for some machines. I’m just here for fireworks to spam. It’s an Eskimo, Jim. You’re not old enough to know what I’ve. Ha. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I see them. I see that it’s a Moja, but yes, maybe I’m not too old enough. Let’s do supercharged fireworks stress test. You could if you could. It’s like you can also do it locally, by the way, if you know a bit of development. You can open up your console and you can do it locally. When Selim’s to clean it up. But where’s the console here? Oh, it’s called the confetti. Confetti superjet confetti like you see, you can execute this function locally. See, I can just I can just spam my machine to death like this if I just do all of this functions. Oh, man. Mama, I hope my. I just need to refresh. Yeah. So you can spam that function in the console if you want. But we. Yeah. You see. Yeah. Well we will. We will make the code. Oh but what it’s called we will obfuscated. We have too many people looking on the code to obfuscate. Ivan I love to be part of this community. I’m sixty two year old. Nice man. Nice man. Boomer and the one percent convinced you’re doing the right thing. Thanks, man. I appreciate you. I appreciate you a lot. Global citizen. I appreciate you a lot. Thanks so much. Hacker watch out. Exactly. You. We’ll get it. Like I had Amadeu saying, we need to do cleaner CSF yesterday. Man, dont look up the code. But it’s good that you guys look because it gets better is get better where you guys can find things that we can do better. I’m jealous of my hair. Well, look at it. It’s an age thing soon. I’m gonna be without hair aswell. Fireworks. Did those possible. No, no, it’s not possible. It’s not possible. No, it’s not. You can only do it locally, like for yourself. You can do this fireworks. But if you want other people to get fireworks, it’s nice. That isn’t going to work. Mushin side. Mushin back. Back. Dee Dee. Density. Top respect. OK. Zoom securites. I didn’t want to say anything. I dont want to solve crypto like a global citizen. Good on you. All we can. All we can do is try to make a difference. Exactly. Exactly. Okay, guys. Yes. It’s 59 minutes, Snaith. You’re correct. You’re correct. Let’s end before an hour. Let’s end it because I don’t want the time on YouTube. Seem too long because people click less. So, guys, thank you so much for being here yet again. I really appreciated it. I really, really appreciate it. Hanging out with you. It was amazing, amazing, amazing times. So thank you alot. And I’ll see you all tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. because tomorrow is weekends. So 11:00 a.m. I see you there. Please let people know we see our final super, super Chaske group. The old days slipping. Exactly. Exactly. So we see you tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.. Have a good day. Have a good day. Another one from Johns. From Johns Guy’s Web. We have 25 seconds before it’s an hour, so we’ve got to get it here. Have a good day. I really appreciate you. Enjoy your Friday. Don’t enjoy it too much. 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