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[nikaglazr]

The Party - Nika Muhl

Synopsis: Nika and Y/N had been rivals since Freshman season. Nika being the defensive presence of UConn, while Y/N was the same for Virginia Tech. Now, in their junior seasons, both face off in the final four. But the night before the game, the two teams find themselves in the same club.

“You always come to the parties, to pluck the feathers off all the birds.”

PART 1 !!

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/nikaglazr/750590525468491776/the-after-party-nika-muhl

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Y/N’s POV

The flight to Cleveland was uneventful. Most of the team slept and the ones who didn’t just sat in silence. Not me and Georgia though

“You pumped for this game, eh?” The shorter Australian girl says as she pushes my shoulder lightly.

“Super. Feeling even better now that we’re going up against UConn.” I respond, smirking a bit.

“Speak for yourself, I have to guard Paige! She’s like 6 foot!”

I laugh at the girls comment before checking the time. 5:30 pm. I look back up at the girl before saying,

“We should go out tonight, like you, me, and whatever girls decide to tag along.” I tell her. I shift in my seat to adjust my seatbelt before turning back to her.

She laughs before responding. “That’s actually a great idea. I’m sure Eliza and Gabby would say yes.” She smiles.

I nod at that as we both go back to our previous activities, talking momentarily every now and then.

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*Time Skip: At hotel*

When we get to the hotel, me and Georgia immediately decide to room together. After getting out the elevator, and Georgia struggling to unlock the door, we finally get in our room. I instantly drop my bags on one of the beds, my body going with it.

“Want me to text the gc to see if they want to go?” I ask pulling out my phone.

“Yeah, we should go to that Bird of Paradise place, they have hella cool lights” Georgia voice echos from the bathroom.

I pull up the gc and type out a quick messege.

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Hokie Hoochies 🐱🖤

Y/N: Yall wanna hit up birds of paradise at like 9 w me and Geo❓❓

Kit Kat: oohhhh yes 👍👍

Tilda: I got a assignment i cant 😔

Lanna: OUU YUHH 🗣️

Sam Suff: Trust I WILL be there 🙏🙏

Gabber: Yessss I need it

Carys: Can’t im T’s partner on the assignment

Mack: I cant im so so jetlagged

Y/N: Alr alr bet we loadin in this rental coach bought be ready by 8:30

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I turn my phone off and yell at Georgia about what the girls said.

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*Time Skip: 8:00 pm*

Me and Georgia decide to start getting ready since we have to go pick up the car. I decide to put on i black fitting leather long sleeve with dark green cargos, finishing off with black chunky sneakers and light makeup (or wtv you want).

After Georgia finishes getting ready we head out to the rental car in the hotel parking lot. In a few minutes all the other girls arrive and we all pack into the car, Georgia driving.

“I got aux!” Samyha yells, earning laughs from the other girls.

The ride there was hype. We were all getting ourselves ready for tonight. It was probably for the best that Sam got control of the music, she has really good taste. As we pull up we all hop out the car and head to the door.

“Slim thick, caramel skin, 5 5 this bitch a ten!” Alanna sings as we get in.

“Hair done bills paid catch me slidin inna benz!” Samyha finishes as we make our way to the bar.

We all order various drinks before I decide to get a private bench.

We all sit down and talk for a bit as we take in the environment. After a few minutes some of the girls like Gabby and Elizabeth were out on the floor. The remaining five of us were just chilling and laughing until I hear a familiar voice. Nika fucking Muhl.

Suddenly a group girls come around the corner, my head turns to look at them. Identifying them as Paige Bueckers, Aubrey Griffin, Azzi Fudd, Ines Bettencourt, Ice Brady, and Nika Muhl. I sigh heavily before getting Georgia’s attention.

“Geo, guys, look who decided to show up.” I point the group of girls across the rather crowded club.

“You got to be fucking kidding me” Georgia says, her accent standing out over the loud music.

The girls grunt as we decide to let it go, hoping they didn’t wander over here.

Everything was fine until we heard Elizabeth and Gabby call out to us as she was over with the very set of girl we didn’t want to see.

Some of the girls put on believable smiles while I just sit monotone as they close in on the table.

“Look who I found!” Elizabeth says happy, you can tell she’s at least a bit tipsy.

“We decided that we would be nice and they could share the booth with us.” Gabby finishes the slightly intoxicated girls thoughts.

“If that’s okay with you guys, we can totally get one if it’s not.” Paige buts in.

My distaste must have been obvious as my least favorite person to see points it out.

“Well it’s obviously not, Right Y/LN?” She says with a attitude, her Croatian accent showing boldly throughout each word.

She’s already pissing me of but I keep my composure and mask my hatred, “no no, it’s perfectly fine. Go ahead” I say dismissively.

A few of the girls went to hang out on the floor with Eliza and Gabby, leaving only me, Georgia, Nika, Paige, and Samyha at the booth.

Nika has been giving me looks all night and if there wasn’t so many people around than I would confront her about it, but for the time being I just stay silent and look down at my drink.

Georgia clears her throat before speaking.

“So are you two hyped for tomorrow?” She asks, looking between Paige and Nika.

“Definitely, it’ll be fun.” Paige says comfortably as Nika just nods.

“Where are ya’ll staying?” Sam asks, looking at Paige since she is the more responsive out of the two.

“The- uhhh- Ritz Carlton I think? Yeah that one.” The blonde answers.

As my eyes travel up to find Paige, they meet a glaring Nika. I roll my eyes at her before getting up and heading back to the bar. After I get my drink I turn around only to see Nika coming up beside me.

She orders a drink before looking at me.

“I know you don’t want us there.” She says, taking a big drink of her cocktail.

“Is it that obvious princess?” I say with faux shock.

She just gives me the same glare from earlier.

“We’re gonna win you know?” She says bluntly.

That comment makes my blood boil as I meet her eyes.

“Yeah we’ll see. I might get coach to put Georgia on you so I can get Paige, since- you know- you don’t do to much offensively.”

“Whatever. We’ll let all this talk settle after tomorrow.” She says sighing angrily.

“Aw, sorry princess, didn’t know not being a good scorer got to you so much.” I pout teasingly at her.

The Croatian looks mad but she plays it off alright. After a few minutes of silence and drinking, you can tell she’s a bit intoxicated.

I suddenly feel a tug on my hand, I look and it’s Nika leading me out to the middle of the club. I give the girl a confused look but I end up following her anyway.

Once we get far enough she turns around and looks at me, but it’s not an angry look, it’s a lot more welcoming than that.

“We should dance.” She slurred slightly, her Croatian accent hanging off every word.

“I thought you hated me princess?” I ask playfully.

To be honest, Nika was never the ugliest person. Dare I say she was easy on the eyes. The only reason we didn’t get along was because during our freshman year, when we first played each other, she assumed I didn’t know Croatian. Which led to her saying some things she thought I couldn’t understand. Ever since the trash talk had reached an all-time high.

As I snap back to the scene in front of me, I see Nika taking off her coat.

“You’re a lot cuter off the court.” The girl replies simply, grabbing my hands and swaying gently.

Deciding to entertain the girls actions, I slowly sway with her. I decide to keep at least a little distance just to be respectful.

After a moment she steps closer and before I can react she just hugs me, hands going around my waist.

My breath hitches momentarily as the girl continues to sway back and forth to the music. I decide that her behavior will wear off as I slowly sway with her. I’ll take her to the rest of her team later.

After minutes and a few more songs, I decide that it’s time to head back to the booth. My hand goes to her lower back as I lead her through the buzzing crowd.

When we near the table I make eye contact with Paige. She seems to alert the other girls of our upcoming presence as they all look our way.

“I was wondering where you guys were.” Paige chuckles a bit as I help Nika sit down.

“She’s a little drunk so I brought her back.” I respond looking at the brunette beside me.

I look around the room to see a few UConn girls still dancing. They don’t look like their ready to leave, but Nika needs to get home.

“Hey Paige, if you guys wanna stay here I can run Nika to yalls hotel.” I offer, voice straining over the music.

“That would be great, i’ll give you the key. You know where it’s at right?” She asks while trying to pull, what I assume to be the key, out of her pocket.

I just nod before looking towards Georgia.

“I’ll be back with the rental, love ya.” I say quickly before grabbing the key off the table and helping the drunk girl up.

As we get out to the car I start to hear slurred mumbles from behind me. I smile a little, realizing what happened tonight. That was the first non-hostile encounter i’ve ever had with Nika.

When we get to the car I open to door for her and she stumbles into the car silently. I walk around to the drivers side before getting in and starting the car. I turn on my gps to their hotel and start driving.

After a few minutes of driving, Nika starts talking- well more like mumbling to me.

“Thank you baby.” She says looking at me.

I know shes drunk but god is she hot right now. I look over to her quickly before looking back at the road.

“Course.” I respond simply, a light pink hue coating my cheeks.

Unfortunately, she seems to notice as she shamelessly points it out.

“Don’t be nervous baby, it’s just us.” The Croatian slurs, touching my unoccupied arm.

“Nika sto-“ I barely get out.

“We all know you want me. You want my body don’t you?” She teases. “I bet when you heard me cuss you in Croatian that one time you only got mad because you were turned on, right baby?”

At this point my brain is foggy, whether it’s from the alcohol or the girls bold teases. Probably both.

“You’re drunk and delusional.” I respond surely.

Nika giggles quietly before turning back to the window.

“You so were.” She giggles again.

I decide to ignore her as we pull up to her hotel. I get out first, walking to the other side to help her out.

Once we get in the hotel she immediately runs toward the elevator, pushing the up button multiple times.

The ride in the elevator was boring, thank god. As the door opens, Nika leads me straight to her room. I open the door and she goes straight to her bed.

“This is me.” She giggles, kicking her shoes off.

I laugh quietly before walking up to the now laying down Nika.

“Bye pretty girl.” I whisper as I kiss her forehead softly and quickly.

She only hums in response. I make my way over to the door, but not without taking one last glance to the, now, half asleep girl.

After getting back to the club I see all the girls waiting by the other team’s car. When they see me they all seem to run in at once. As everyone I came here with gets in I see Paige walking up to me.

“Thank for taking Nika back. You’re not as bad as you are on the court, y’know.” She says standing outside my car window.

“No problem. And you’re pretty cool too Paige.” I respond before driving off.

After getting to the hotel, we all part into our respected rooms.

Georgia, around as sober as me, helps a few of the girls into their rooms before coming back to ours.

We both make eye contact as we get ready for bed.

“Good game tomorrow Geo.” I say getting settled in.

“Good game Y/NN.” She mumbles back as she gets in her bed.

I think about the events of tonight. I can’t let Nika’s comments distract me tomorrow. Im sure she won’t even remember it by then. After a few minutes of thinking in the dark, I feel sleep overcome my senses.

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THATS THE END OF PART ONE !!

I yapped a bit but I hope yall like 😝😝

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[ghostymarni]

A Job II

TW: fighting, physcial pain descriptions, blood

Aev- mandalorian OC/female reader - chapter 2

chapter 1

(starting her story with a bang, head on. Sorry if this feels cliche, I’m experimenting my writing)

You’re holding your breath the moment you see a thermal body in the room, frozen in place, heart beating hard in your chest.

The body shifts in the seat, and before you’re reacting you’re jumped from behind, pinning you down in a hold.

Arms instantly squeezed to your side in the fall. Your head thrown against the ground knocking the wind out of you, followed by a loud beskar ringing of your bucket; taking most of the impact.

Hissing in pain being tackled to the ground, your vision still wobbly from your late night decisions.

Instantaneously your bucket is shoved into the ground as the attacker shifts their weight pinning you on the floor harder; pulling your arms behind your back in a hold.

You wheeze a choked comeback “What a cheap shot from behind. How pathet-” your attacker re-shoves your head into the ground. Grabbing your blaster from its holster into their own grip, you hear it click behind your head as a warning.

You can’t see anything, but movement from across the room begins rustling, hearing leather shuffle and boots click.

“There’s rumor you’re working undercover for the Coruscant Guard” spurs clinking with each step.

“-taking our bounties.” the shadow croaks. “Now that, affects our business, especially our pay.”

He stands with a few adjusting creaks against the hotel floor, taking slow precise steps toward you.

A wave of panic and instant thoughts that you need to ‘get your armor and get out’, starts running through you over and over.

Thrashing your shoulders side to side, fighting against the attacker who’s pinning you down.

Those click of the boots stop in front of you, halting your half-drunk attempt to escape.

A boot lifts moving your bucket to the side with its point.

“Remove it” he hisses at the body above you.

You’re curving your head to stop them from taking it off, with no avail in your efforts. Bucket thrown clear across the room in a thud, bounce, and roll into the wall.

There’s a pin of silence. You’re bracing for the worst, and he finally speaks again.

“it’s bad for business and well-

we can’t have that, little lady”.

He slowly pushes his boot into you, stepping on your head. the increasing pressure causing you to yell in pain as he steps harder on you, digging your face against the floor.

“Kark! You’re pathetic doing this inna group!” yelling muffled at the floor, tears starting to fall from your eyes.

The bounty hunter stops your torture lesson for a moment waiting for your next words. Their boot pressure pulled back at your weak insult.

Taking advantage of the pause you heckle,

“too bad you’re not good enough to take me down yourself. You had to get help like a-“ your head is bashed into the floor by the body on you.

You take a moment of impact as your nose is gushing, dripping down your face and onto the floor, gasping for air.

You’re buying time. Anything to put off skipping to the payback ending.

“Move!” he croaks, kicking off the body holding you down, following the weight change motion with a kick to your gut by spurred boots.

Heaving yourself forward curling yourself on the floor, you cry an empty wail of pain.

“Kriff off Bane” you spit blood.

“So much for working alone”

he kicks you again, and again, then crouching down over you. The smell of leather, blaster fire, and your own blood taking over your senses.

Cad Bane grabs you by your hair, pulling your face up towards him. Bloody nose bleeding down your face, black eye forming, furrowed brows, gasping to catch your breath.

You’re staring back at him furiously into his red eyes, anger radiating off him.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you mandalorian?”

Grumbling in annoyance, his grip in your hair tightening before he gives a last hard toss, dropping your head the short distance onto the floor.

He didn’t want you dead, not just yet; like a predator playing with its food before the kill.

You’re practically dead weight now anyway. Gasping for air covered in blood, dirt, and bruises, all cut up.

Bane takes a few scuffs back, pushing his leather aside followed by a set of clicks.

You know what happens next, there is no next time. No more gigs. No more ship redemption. No new droid companion, no more, anything.

The pressure is giving in, the weight of the lesson learned is taking over what’s left of your consciousness. Not just from what’s lingering of fading alcohol that seems to be knocked right out of you, but from the constant physical push you’ve been inflicting on yourself for too long. for survival.

The last of your vision is fading, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open to focus on the bounty hunters.

Your eyes are closing on themselves. It’s-

Spontaneously, shots are sent through the only window that’s bringing in the low contrast of the dim shadows, shooting a bounty hunter, dropping him on the floor next to you. The thud forces you to open your eyes from the vibration.

Crashing through, the door explodes in pieces and smoke, chased by what sounds like troopers, yelling alongside blaster fire. You can’t even wince at the explosion, taking the fallen debris thrown around, whining at the un-braced impact.

Bane and the other hunters take the explosion advantage to shoot their way out, you’re hearing only blasters and flailed screams of those shot down, or potentially used as a shield for a getaway.

There’s a yell and thud from one of the troopers, the hard crunch of plastoid hitting the wall to the floor. Followed by more blaster shots and yelling.

You’re not sure what’s going on at this point, your fight is fading. The ringing in your ears constant, gasps for air getting shorter.

A sudden pressure on your body pushes on your shoulder, a muffle voice repeating over and over until you start to focus in. You manage to come through half looking up at a Coruscant Trooper’s bucket,

“can you hear me?”

“Bring in a med kit! Now!”

There’s a breather on you as suddenly as you can blink. You’re cold.

The darkness is morphing into blurry colors and clearer silhouettes of a shot up hotel room and blown down wall.

Seeing more and more details, attempting to speak not knowing if you’re even moving.

“Ahh…” you breathe

“hey! She’s responding! We need to get her out of here!”

“Ahhr- mmm” you mouth the weak words. The trooper moves in closer trying to read your lips registering what you’re attempting.

Looking around the torn room, he locates your beskar, bucket, and knocked over gear, “Your armor is secure, it’s here.” He affirms.

You feel a sense of relief, half rolling your eyes back, despite the pain knowing it wasn’t taken, it was all you had left.

You couldn’t lose your beskar.

The wavering consciousness starts coming in more and more, exhaustion still fighting over you. Breathing easier again, you take the initiative removing the breather from your face, dropping it on the floor.

The new found focus has you attempting to sit up. insisting to the trooper you’re fine, regardless of the uncontrollable trembling to push yourself up.

Fox comes running through the blown door, he takes a second to register how bad the situation is, before rushing over to you, watching your assisted attempt to stand holding yourself against the wall.

“Troopers!”

Both shifting their buckets toward the awaited command, “I’ll take her from here, collect her armor and any evidence. bag the bodies, send them back for an autopsy report. I need ID’s!”

they nod an affirmative “yes, sir!”

The one helping you stand is passing off your hand to Fox, then quickly retreating to grabbing your belongings.

“Aev, what happened?” He snaps in a half whisper

“I, I was- followed-”, huffing each word as your ribs ache with each gasp.

“You need medical attention.” reaching to catch your waist, watching you falter in a sway every few breath’s.

“I’ll- I’ll be… fine. Like always” the swelling in your left eye has begun closing part of your vision, blood on your face and clothes half dried up and sticky.

“No you’re not, you were almost killed, Aev.” He growls

“It- it’s just. Part of the” gasping and flinching in between your few words, “-just the job.”

You’re expressing a wince practically stuck on your face.

Fox holding you steady, and subconsciously you’re melting into him, the warmth radiating off his armor shattering what was left of your fight.

Tears are falling that you can’t stop, trying to hide it unsuccessfully, turning your head staring at the ground.

Wiping the tears and grime with your leather sleeve in a shaking notion, huffing a skipped breath cry.

The commander leans in trying to catch your eyes, “I can’t have you like this, I’m taking you to medical. Don’t attempt to keep pushing right now. ”

“Why does it matter if I’m beat up or not” wheezing a cry, “-It comes with the job, this lifestyle.” You’re not looking at him, feeling his gaze burning through you.

Fox gives you a moment, hesitant to respond over you uncertain what to say next, “No. Not like this. I just, I need- I need you in good health.”

“I need the credits until I find a ship. I won’t be useless. I can’t be-”, your final protest on the subject practically a hard whisper.

Throwing a hand onto his plastoid to catch yourself in a frantic wobble, the other still propped on the wall.

Fox still gripped around your waist, your eyes begin half closing as you release the wall to hold your head.

You’re woozy. the beating and blood loss finally taking a toll on you after your second wave of fight.

“F-Fox…” you whisper falling forward, fainting into him. He catches you with his other arm holding you for a moment in a secure hold. Fox exhales a stressed sigh of worry, taking in the situation.

“Stubborn woman.” He whispers shaking his head.

watching you breathe shallow against him. he takes another soft exhale, leaning in, touching his bucket against your forehead, “Mesh’la, you’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

Picking you up with both arms in a resting carry across his chest, Fox calls out to his men,

“troopers! wrap up the investigation. dispatch the medic droids on stanby for our arrival!”

“Yes, commander!”

There’s bright white lights starting to seep through your closed eyes. Subtle beeping, gears whirring, and metal clicks fading in.

Your weak resolve forcing your eyes to focus. “Where, what?

-Where, am, i?”

The bright lights having you scrunching your face in response.

There’s a mid-tone beep, followed by a monotone voice, “she is awake, commander.” The medical droid whirrs over, scanning across you. You’re laid out in a medical bed and clothes, the material softly scratching at your small adjusting movements.

The door slides open, echoing foot steps approaching the droid.

“How is she?” A calm voice asks.

You’re not sure who it is, all your senses overloaded. The steps shift taking a few steps back, clicking the lights off.

The scrunched scowl you felt stuck to your expression relaxes. You think you hear a chuckled hum, from your reaction.

The droid relays to the man, “her injuries are clean and healing accordingly. She needs monitored rest to make a full recovery from the inflicted cracked ribs. Blood levels returned to sustainable levels, concussion mino-”

“thank you, I’ll take it from here” he cuts in softly. “That will be all.”

The droid stops, whirring over to the door that slides shut after it.

Footsteps gently march over to you, stoping near your head. They sigh softly.

“Hey little ‘ika, how’re you feeling?”

Your head rolls over to the voice, “thorn?”

He lets out a soft laugh, “yeah it’s me, you took quite the beating. How do you feel?”

“Confused. What happened?” you whisper looking up at his red and white bucket staring down at you. Arms behind his back as he’s slightly leaning over you in the dark room.

Thorn looks around for a moment analyzing the medical gear humming in the half lit room. Removing his bucket placing it on the bed by your hands.

“How much do you remember?”

“Am I being interrogated?” You quip

“No, i just want to know to fill in the pieces.” Thorn smiles in a soft response.

Taking a moment to finish focusing on him, you inhale a deep breath, exhaling trying to recall, shifting your gaze to the ceiling as if to visually see what happened.

“I remember having drinks, then Fox- briefed me on a job. I remember leaving, and running into someone before-” your eyes waver back and forth not blinking from the ceiling.

“I was ambushed where i was staying. Threw me around a bit” you exhale.

“A bit? ‘Ika, you really took it the other day”.

You shoot him a look of concern

“The other day?”

Thorn pulls back to straighten up with a saddened look forming on his face, shifting in his armor.

“It’s been 3 days, Aev. it’s 2100 hours right now” he cuts off letting you take in the information.

“im sorry to push but-

do you remember why they attacked you?”

Breaking your staring, you shift your eyes down for a moment hesitant to admit, your thoughts coming rushing in at once,

“they found out i was taking undercover bounties from the guard. And it was taking away from their pay outs.”

Changing his weight from one foot to the other, thorn lets out a heavy sigh now rubbing the back of his neck.

“We’ll have to discuss this with him, he’s not happy.”

You frown at Thorn, “Fox? Where is he?”

He freezes for a moment contemplating his answer, “The commander has been busy working more than as usual, he’s had me on your watch when he can’t. He’s stopped by every day, but you’re under an alias at the moment-”

thorn cutting out as the door slides open with heavy boots approaching closer.

“Thorn, out. I need to talk to her.”

[chucapybara]

—as bruised thorn wilts.

some thoughts on innamorati and arlecchino's first few meetings.

the arlerati brainworms really wouldn't let me rest until i get these ideas down 😭 it just kept going... it's 1.8k words...

no particular cw just a lot of mindless, rambly brainrot and inna vaguely dishing out her "love" (hint: murder)

the duty of a ferryman is to guide a voyager from one point across the river, to wherever their destination beckons them. through snow and rain, the unfettered innamorati abides not by weather, but by the calling of her passengers and the calling of her majesty's mission.

and so, when she finds a lost snezhevich in the wilds of elynas—young still, no taller than her hip—inna knows she must safeguard his return.

the child, having been separated from the rest of his siblings, was compelled to wander by tales of the beast whose bones now lay slumbering, fused in grass and soil. one of such youth had no purpose there so far away from his "family", and had gotten himself into trouble with the local creature population.

bearing fistfuls of hail and frostwind comets, innamorati had descended then upon the breacher primuses assaulting him, to the little snezhevich's amazement. a knight clad in armour dark as the twilit sky—yet with a kind touch in spite of their harsh scolding, kneeling down to speak in lowered tones and inquire what would bring him thereabouts.

innamorati knew this place well, could taste the taint of abyss even through the sheet of her helm. it was no place for a young boy.

she escorts the snezhevich back to the rest of his group, then back to the court of fontaine. they speak to her about the things they found amid the marrow, the curious plague upon the earth turning the grass as sundered violets.

rainbow roses, the rare sprout, had been the eye of their venture: a gift, they said, for their elder brother, before their sibling had wandered astray. to pick the carefully cultivated roses near the fount of lucine and within perimeter of the court might warrant trouble, and being the spry imps they were, had dared to brave the sea and to cross into the beryl region on their own.

for the most part, inna counted herself impressed by their courage (and their audacity). she made it known so, as their boat crossed the waters where it would be safer, still. she had the least liking for children, but it did not escape her the endearing quality to their spoils: a small bouquet of rainbow roses, clumsily held within a table napkin. a modest gift, to be sure, but one of great heart.

her odd kindness was not lost upon the children, either. where innamorati made to depart from the court—she was not particularly welcome in many cities, due to the nature of her profession—the snezheviches and lone snezhevna tugged at the cool, almost icy metal of her gauntlet, pulling her with them.

(children of snow ought not have any qualms in touching this frostbitten elegy, as is their birthright; and even little favours such as this deserve utmost thanks, as it was how they were raised.)

it wasn't long before their residence came into view: the hotel bouffes d'ete, headquarters to the house of the hearth, where a familiar duo stood speaking by the door.

a notable magician's hat, and a pair of quaint cat ears. their voices are hushed, a secret spoken between brother and sister.

as they received the gifted flowers and welcomed their lost siblings, who then in turn introduced the obsidian knight that had led them home, eyes fell upon innamorati. but of those eyes came a pair not present in their midst—the gaze of baleful scrutiny.

as she tilts her helm in its direction, innamorati almost believes a pair of crimson crosses had flashed just by the second story window, before vanishing like a spectre.

arlecchino hardly ever went uninformed by matters of consequence both dire and miniscule. after all, as a diplomat and fatuus, every morsel of information did not come without its value, however minute.

thusly so, it was not lost to her, the identity of that armour-clad figure. every harbinger ought to know the movements in relation to their ranks, and when an addition had been made upon the lowest rung, she'd thought little of it—another pawn to the tsaritsa, and no more.

so who could draw blame at her suspicions, when the abyssal spawn adopted by her majesty had personally seen to escorting her children back to the hotel? she had heard wind of the flesh that creature had torn apart with bare tooth and nail, of how they had feasted upon the denizens of the tsaritsa's domain; and how the tsaritsa had glimpsed the sane wedged in their madness, and thought hopefully of the nourishment those lives had offered to a potential servant of hers.

“even a collared devil must surely, too, have its benefits to keep.”

no more than a chained beast, made to amend for those troubled villagers she had fed on. arlecchino almost pitied the poor thing.

albeit so, the children—arlecchino could see—were nary scratched or nicked in their return. they seemed almost joyous, in fact, perhaps sheepish as they offered lyney a bouquet of rainbow roses held together at the stems by a tablecloth. a crude gift, but a gift nonetheless. so, perhaps, let the children be.

the knave's gaze would return once more to that armoured veil. the way they stood, almost timid in the throng of her fosters, uncertain. it seemed almost...

human.

innamorati had very little need for accommodations: a boon to the finances of the fatui. having dug her way out of the recesses of the earth after five abyssal years meant there were few conditions inna could not survive in, maybe none at all.

after completing an excursion of her own into sumeru and handling affairs of some stragglers (affectionately, in that morbid way of hers), innamorati received a letter from a scout that spent quite some time seeking her.

work to be done in fontaine, once more. more affections to ferry across the seas, and with it, a peculiar offer: an invitation, as guest, to board for a time at the hotel bouffes d'ete, as extended gratitude for returning those wayward children.

as she sits with the letter, her armour still stricken with red, innamorati thinks then of the little ones she had found traipsing around elynas, the magician duo.

the crimson x's from the window.

there would be no purpose to it. her work did not need to involve the house of the hearth or its director, but perhaps there was no undoing the ties she had woven on that day. the memory of that family’s “warmth” still lingers, tantalising, tempting—a moth to a flame, an invitation sitting on parchment in her hands.

the sweet tang of iron wafts through her visor. a limpid growl churns in her frigid soul, the rousing of another within.

she'll consider it, later, once she has quieted her little beast.

the day innamorati arrives is not the bloodstricken hour—that is to come yet.

she doesn't quite know what to do with herself in the lobby of the bouffes d'ete. the air is sweet with the fragrance of flowers—almost too sweet, she thinks—and cinder from the ever-flickering hearth, lending a warmth to the room that almost drew dew across her armour. cold, versus heat.

the children welcome her, and they speak of a "father" who is yet to arrive. inna vaguely recalls. they have not met in person, but she has heard of the woman: the lord they call knave.

one cursed, knowing another of similar ilk. but as innamorati stands in the presence of the knave's children, she couldn't help but find them pure as the untouched fire, with a lingering shade to them—the shade, perhaps, of the acts their life has led them to do.

there is an offer of a hearty meal, but innamorati politely refuses. she does not remove her helm, after all, in the presence of others; her visage is a mystery, even to inna herself.

(she almost fears what she might see, at this point.)

in return, she offers a chest of trinkets and baubles, toys and other useful things, treats and foods: items she’s procured during her time in sumeru. a guest, of course, musn’t come without bearing gifts—to do so would simply be rude, and innamorati was anything but rude. a callous lifetaker, perhaps, but certainly not rude.

as the fosters begin proclaiming which of the gifts are theirs, that familiar looming presence once more returns to haunt her. not the one that resides beneath her skin, but the other.

the “father” has arrived.

when the children rise to greet her, innamorati does the same. the sharp resounding steps, a distinguished gait, a cold and calculating gaze sharp as the gleam of a scarlet blade—there was no doubt that she was the fourth of them, indeed, an indisputable fact. in comparison, innamorati may as well have been nothing.

neither of them speak, for a moment, merely trading stares of acknowledgement. the recognition of one fatebringer to another: murky shadow beneath a visored helm to baleful crimson x’s.

“a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, innamorati.” she speaks the name with tempered intrigue, enough to make the discernment of tone difficult. neither a threat nor a welcome, but a measured neutrality.

innamorati tilts her helm, ever so slight. “a sentiment i share, lady arlecchino.”

it is the first they ever meet in person, and the first of many others to come.

for someone dubbed a chained beast, arlecchino found great interest in the manner by which innamorati interacted with the hearthfolk. the lovers seemed almost timid in the way freminet was known for, content merely to observe, her responses to queries quaint and modest—soft, almost. it felt nothing like the vicious bite she had expected out of a muzzled taskdog.

perhaps arlecchino had been too quick to conclude anything about the knight.

inna’s words held an underlying melancholy to them, even as she spoke of other things: the meaning of this sumerian gemstone inlaid upon this brooch, the background of the artisan who crafted that vibrant spinning top. she spoke with respect, which could hardly be said for many other fatuus, especially among the other harbingers.

but her tales—ah, innamorati’s tales. the knave had no shortage of stories all her own, but she was oft content to lend the stage to others, to let them speak; for in speaking can one reveal aspects of who they are to those who listen. a most apt technique indeed for information gathering, and one that brought to her some surprises.

what had taken possession of innamorati, then, to have raised her to just below tartaglia’s rank? what had she glimpsed in the depths of the abyss that she would hide away from all the world, veil her countenance, and become as another? perhaps it is the softness she shares in him, that childe; the softness unbecoming of the tsaritsa’s most dangerous.

it felt almost like reverence for the world, a love for the life that went into every little thing she brought to the hearth that day.

needless to be said, of that first visit, the children lacked for nothing by way of stories to carry regarding the gifts they chose for themselves.

somewhere, somehow, a feeling stirs in arlecchino. a burning curiosity, she finds, to gather all that she can on this beast parading within metal skin.

would she still be a knight, then, at the end of those flames—virtuous and upstanding in the ways decreed by the tsaritsa? when the veil has been turned to ashes, what ever shall remain in her wake?

she cannot help but sense a pulsing eagerness to find out.

[baliportalnews]

Wali Kota Jaya Negara Mainkan Kendang, Buka Gelaran Denpasar Festival Ke-15

BALIPORTALNEWS.COM, DENPASAR - Pementasan Inagurasi Teatrikal bertajuk Tejarasmi mengawali Pelaksanaan Denpasar Festival (Denfest) ke-15 Tahun 2022. Wali Kota Denpasar, I Gusti Ngurah Jaya Negara bersama Wakil Wali Kota Denpasar, I Kadek Agus Arya Wibawa, Ketua DPRD Kota Denpasar, I Gusti Ngurah Gede serta Jajaran Forkopimda Kota Denpasar membuka langsung event tahunan tersebut dengan ikut memainkan intrumen Kendang dan Sunggu di Kawasan Titik Nol Kilometer, Catur Muka Denpasar, Rabu (21/12/2022) sore dan akan berlangsung hingga 25 Desember mendatang. Pembukaan Denfest yang untuk kali pertama kembali digelar di kawasan Jalan Gajah Mada dan Jalan Veteran Denpasar setelah sempat dua tahun digelar secara hybrid, pasca pandemi ini dikemas menarik. Diawali dengan Wali Kota Jaya Negara bersama Wakil Wali Kota Arya Wibawa yang bernostalgia dengan hadir di arena Denfest dengan mengendarai Bemo Roda Tiga berwarna merah dan putih. Turut hadir Kajari Denpasar, Rudy Hartono, Kapolresta Denpasar, Kombes Pol Bambang Yugo Pamungkas, Sekda Kota Denpasar, IB Alit Wiradana, Wali Kota Denpasar Periode 2008-2021, IB Rai Dharmawijaya Mantra, Panglingsir Puri se-Kota Denpasar, serta undangan lainnya. Menteri Pariwisata dan Ekonomi Kreatif RI, yang diwakili Staf Ahli Menteri Bidang Inovasi dan Kreativitas, Joshua Puji Mulya Simandjuntak mengatakan, sejalan dengan tema Denpasar Festival 2022, yaitu ‘Tejarasmi’ yang bermakna ‘Cahaya Keindahan’, Denpasar sebagai ibukota Provinsi Bali dan salah satu akses utama untuk menikmati berbagai destinasi indah di seputar Pulau Bali, penyelenggaraan event seperti Denpasar Festival diharapkan mampu menjadi wajah yang merepresentasikan sekaligus mempromosikan kearifan lokal dan budaya Bali. Sehingga mampu menjadi unique selling point dalam meningkatkan kunjungan wisatawan di Provinsi Bali, khususnya Kota Denpasar. Dikatakannya, Index dari World Economic Forum (WEF) Indonesia berada di peringkat ke-32 pada Travel Tourism Development Index (TTDI) 2021 mengalahkan Thailand (peringkat ke-36) dan Malaysia (peringkat ke-38). Pencapaian ini tidak lepas dari upaya bersama dari semua pihak, tentunya memberi semangat bagi kita semua untuk terus mewujudkan Provinsi Bali, khususnya Kota Denpasar, sebagai destinasi wisata yang berkualitas, berkelanjutan, dan inklusif. Wali Kota Denpasar, I Gusti Ngurah Jaya Negara didampingi Kadis Pariwisata Kota Denpasar, MA Dezire Mulyani menjelaskan, secara tematis, Denpasar Festival 2022 mengangkat tema Cahaya Keindahan yang merepresentasi festival sebagai fajar kebangkitan bagi warga Kota Denpasar. Dimana, estetika yang dipendarkan menyinari jalan terang bagi peradaban, terutama sebagai medium mengungkap sucinya pikiran (siwam), kebenaran perilaku (satyam), dan adi warna rasa (sundaram). Lebih lanjut dijelaskan Jaya Negara, memasuki tahun pelaksanaan ke-15 pada tahun 2022 ini, Denpasar Festival konsisten menjadi teladan bagi pelaksanaan festival kreatif di Bali. Dimana, pelaksanaanya menjadi wadah berinteraksinya berbagai pihak, utamanya generasi kreatif yang kian hari berperan membentuk masa depan Denpasar. Tak hanya itu, Denfest kali ini juga menjadi program padat karya berbasis seni dan budaya yang menempatkan industri kreatif sebagai usada ‘obat’ untuk bangkit dari krisis multidimensi akibat pandemi Covid-19. Secara umum, Denfest ke-15 ini dikemas dengan beberapa segmen utama. Mulai dari Inagurasi pembukaan, Pementasan seni dan budaya, Pagelaran musik, Film, Fashion Show, Creative Talkshow dan Stand UMKM. Beragam Group Band papan atas juga akan tampil menggetarkan panggung utama. Yakni Lolot Band, Nanoe Beroe, Navicula, Joni Agung and Doble T, XXX, Pramusti Bali, Dewa Bujana Nyanyian Dharma dan masih banyak lainya. Tak hanya itu, sebanyak 161 UMKM unggulan, 1.049 seniman, dan 622 musisi akan terlibat pada Denfest ke-15 yang tersebar di beberapa titik, yakni Kawasan Catur Muka, Wantilan Inna Heritage Bali Hotel, Panggung Gajah Mada, Pelataran Pasar Badung dan Lapangan Puputan Badung. Sedangkan stand kuliner dan UMKM unggulan dipusatkan di kawasan Jalan Gajah Mada, Pelataran Pasar Badung dan Jalan Veteran. “Festival pariwisata-kreatif ini menjadi muara bertemunya tradisi dengan modernitas, Bali dengan Nusantara, berorientasi kolaborasi lokal dan global, dan secara menarik memori masa lampau berpadu-padan dengan denyut nadi kekinian dan masa depan, kita padukan berbagai kreativitas dalam balutan tejarasmi sebagai cahaya keindahan,” kata Jaya Negara. Sementara Dezire Mulyani menambahkan, pelaksanaan Denfest diharapkan mampu meningkatkan kualitas hidup masyarakat melalui sinergi ekonomi kreatif dan ekonomi pariwisata budaya yang dinamis, berkesinambungan, dan relevan dengan perkembangan zaman. Sehingga mampu  mendorong generasi muda untuk melestarikan kemuliaan tradisi sekaligus mengembangkan wawasan, inovasi, dan kreativitas dalam 16 subsektor ekonomi kreatif Indonesia. “Mendukung distribusi beragam layanan dan produk seni, budaya, teknologi, dan kewirausahaan Denpasar di pentas nasional dan pasar internasional untuk meningkatkan kondisi kerja dan kualitas hidup UMKM,” ujar Dezire. Lebih jauh Dezire berharap, pelaksanaan Denfest menjadi platform kerja sama antara pemerintah, kaum kreatif, akademisi, bisnis, dan publik luas dalam memajukan ekosistem kreatif lokal dan regional yang sehat dan berkesinambungan. Sehingga mampu menciptakan peluang bagi seniman dan pengusaha muda untuk berjejaring dan berkolaborasi dengan pemangku kepentingan di tingkat nasional dan internasional. “Harapan kami secara berkesinambungan Denfest menjadi wahana kreativitas di berbagai bidang, mulai dari seni, ekraf, teknologi, desain, modeling dan lain sebagainya yang masmpu meningkatkan daya saing dan mendukung kemajuan ekonomi di Kota Denpasar,” ujarnya. 

Kehadiran Stand Kopi Jadikan Denfest Lebih Kekinian Untuk Anak Muda

Secara umum, Denfest ke-15 ini nampak sama dengan pelaksanaan sebelumnya yang digelar di kawasan Jalan Gajah Mada. Namun jika ditelisik lebih dalam, Denfest tahun ini menghadirkan stand kopi diantara ragam kuliner yang ada di sepanjang Jalan Gajah Mada. Kadis Pariwisata Kota Denpasar, MA Dezire Mulyani saat dijumpai disela pembukaan Denfest mengatakan, Kopi saat ini menjadi salah satu menu andalan yang digandrungi anak muda. Dimana, dengan sajian secangkir kopi ditemani sepiring snack, anak muda bisa bercengkrama hingga lupa waktu. “Selain kuliner heritage, kopi merupakan salah satu menu andalan yang sangat dicari anak muda, dan menjadi salah satu pemantik inspirasi,” jelasnya. Lebih lanjut dijelaskan, kehadiran stand kopi menjadikan Denfest lebih kekinian untuk anak muda. Sehingga dengan perkembanganya terus berbenah dan mampu menjadi wadah bagi semua kalangan masyarakat. Adapun sebanyak 10 stand kopi turut memeriahkan gelaran denfest tahun ini. Yakni Toosi Coffee, Mood Daily Almond Milk, Sekopi, Rumah Rakyat Kopi, Guar Coffee, Sroja Coffe, Sangguru Kopi, Takaran Kopi, Kopi Bali Sujati dan Kayonan Coffee.(bpn) Read the full article

[turisiancom]

TURISIAN.com - Pemesanan kamar hotel di jaringan hotel BUMN menjelang libur Natal dan tahun baru (Nataru) mencapai 50 persen. "Total pemesanan untuk tahun baru ini sudah mencapai 50 persen. Dan diharapkan bisa mencapai 60 persen,"ungkap Direktur SDM dan Digital InJourney Herdy Harman di Jakarta, Senin 12 Desember 2022. Holding BUMN Pariwisata PT Aviasi Pariwisata Indonesia (Persero) atau Injourney selama ini mengambil alih seluruh hotel yang ada di Indonesia. Herdy menambahkan tren pemesanan kamar periode libur akhir tahun di beberapa kota, biasanya dilakukan pada saat terakhir atau last minutes booking. Hal itu terjadi di jaringan Hotel Indonesia Group (HIG) yang tersebar di daerah-daerah. BACA JUGA: Konser Musik Internasional Labuan Bajo Bakal Hadirkan DJ dari Italia Dengan demikian dalam waktu masih 2-3 minggu menuju periode liburan akhir tahun, Injourney optimistis pemesanan kamar hotel akan terus bertambah hingga akhir tahun. Hotel Indonesia Natour Total hotel yang dikelola Hotel Indonesia Natour atau HIN dan HIG sebanyak 30 hotel. Di mana telah beroperasi 27 hotel dan tiga hotel dalam tahap revitalisasi. Sedangkan jumlah kamar yang tersedia sebanyak 3.629 kamar. BACA JUGA: Pariwisata Danau Toba Siap Dipromosikan di Event Formula 1 Sedangkan hotel yang tergabung dalam HIN dan HIG antara lain Hotel Grand Inna Malioboro , Khas Malioboro, Khas Tugu, Manohara Hotel. Kemudian, ada juga Merumatta Kila Senggigi, Pullman Hotel mandalika, Teraskita Hotel Mataram dan Hotel Meruorah. Sebelumnya, Menteri Pariwisata dan Ekonomi Kreatif Sandiaga Uno mengatakan bahwa momentum libur Natal dan tahun baru dirasa sangat tepat untuk mengajak masyarakat Indonesia berlibur. Utamanya, di  dalam negeri mengingat saat ini pergerakan wisatawan nusantara sedang meningkat dibandingkan tahun sebelumnya. Kementerian Pariwisata dan Ekonomi Kreatif telah meluncurkan program 100 paket wisata nusantara atau yang disebut "100 Pak Wisnu" menjelang libur akhir tahun ini. BACA JUGA: Tingkat Hunian Kamar Hotel di Malang Naik, Tanda-tanda Sektor Pariwisata Membaik? Event  ini bertujuan meningkatkan jumlah pergerakan wisatawan nusantara yang pada 2023 ditargetkan mencapai 1,2-1,4 miliar pergerakan atau perjalanan. Program "Pak Wisnu" sekaligus menindaklanjuti arahan Presiden Joko Widodo untuk berwisata di dalam negeri. Program tersebut diyakini akan menambah khazanah untuk berwisata jelang liburan akhir tahun yang biasanya diisi untuk berwisata ke luar negeri. *** Sumber: Antaranews

[peralta-guaranteed]

hc or ficlet of teddy proposing you amy again but this time jake decides enough is enough

(Read it on AO3)

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here.” Charles says in a deep, low voice.

“Are we not just having drinks?” Jake asks as he hands Rosa her beer and Charles his fruity rosé-tinted cocktail with a berry garnish.

“No! There are far more pressing matters at hand!”

Jake and Rosa clink their bottles together before the first sip, waiting for Charles to continue on his dramatic tangent, as he needs to do sometimes.

“Amy is going to a seminar in Staten Island next week.” He gives them both a deep stare.

“You might be surprised, bud, but I do know that.”

“Teddy is also going to that seminar.”

Jake stops mid-drink.

“I did not know that.”

“Neither does Amy.” Rosa cuts in. “Or she definitely woulda mentioned it.”

“He’s actually attended this seminar twice before, so I deduced that he’s not going for the learning material this time.” Charles leans back almost triumphantly.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t take a detective to figure that out.” Jake is trying to keep busy peeling the label off of his bottle, but Rosa can tell he’s clearly failing. There’s a furrow in his brow she’s rarely ever seen before.

“We have to stop him! He’s going to propose again, or do something romantic, or make a call-back to the seminar where they met, and Amy’s gonna get all confused-”

“My wife of four years and mother of my son is going to get confused by an unstable ex?” Jake’s voice is - bitter, Rosa thinks, is the best way to describe it, and she doesn’t think she’s ever heard that tone from him. Neither has Charles, it seems, because he backpedals immediately.

“Well, no, but- I mean- Amy is going to be upset- she’s been looking forward to that seminar and Teddy is going to ruin it!” He sputters, and Rosa can’t help but nod.

“And what do you suggest we do about that? We can’t keep Teddy from attending a work-thing, and I’m not going to stop Amy from going.”

“We can- we could kidnap Teddy just for the week, and then-”

“Kidnap a police officer.” Rosa interrupts again. “Because that’s gonna go over so well with the authorities.”

“Well then Jake can go to the seminar as well, and punch him out if he tries anything-”

“Yeah, because Holt’s totally not gonna be suspicious when Jake asks to go to a seminar that doesn’t involve some action training.” Rosa quips.

“I’m also not that big a fan of the idea of punching a man for, like, talking to my wife.” Jake grumbles, the label of his beer now completely gone, and only half-sounds convincing.

“It would be for love!” “It would be fucking creepy, is what it would be. Like I’m laying claim to some property or something in the most machismo-asshole way possible.”

“Yeah.” Rosa nods. “Amy’s a grown woman, she can tell him to fuck off herself, and she’s done it before. She doesn’t need us to bring chaos to her ‘fun’ little seminar.” She does sarcastic finger quotes around ‘fun’, but she also does know how much Amy is looking forward to this boring thing again - it’s her first time away from Mac on her own, and she’s planned her own trip just as meticulously as she’s planned for Jake’s stay with the kid, as if he has never taken care of his own child before, and kept her up to date on all of it in case she needs to jump in and help in any situation (which she won’t, but she might go over for a playdate anyway, just to see her godson).

Charles grumbles a bit more, something about ‘true love’ and ‘knights in shining armour’, but he drops the subject before their first round is finished and they can actually spend a nice evening together.

-*-

Rosa hands Jake a beer in return, once Charles has called it quits for the night because he has to go say goodnight to Nikolaj (Jake facetimed Amy and Mac instead and promised he’d be home soon, to which Amy rolled her eyes and said ‘Sure, babe. Tell Rosa to keep you out longer for some fun, please.’ the same way he had when Rosa had picked her up for a girls night two weeks ago).

“You okay?” She asks as she watches him peel the edge of the label almost immediately.

“Charles has really gotten into my head. I hate it when that happens.” He sighs as he lets go of the paper and drinks instead.

“Again: Amy’s a grown woman.”

“I know.” He’s fiddling with the label again after just one sip. “It’s just that all this Teddy-shit really does upset her. I mean, not in the ‘confused’ way like Charles said, which is bullshit.” The furrow is back for a second, Rosa notes. “But like… she just mulls it over in her head so much and it makes her feel like shit even if she won’t say it. I think the stunts he pulled at our wedding bothered her more than the whole thing actually being cancelled.”

Rosa nods as she takes her own first sip. She remembers Amy’s face when she realised Teddy was also at that stroller-contest thing she dragged her to. She remembers her face when they finally drove back to the precinct together too. She knows her friend, and if there’s anyone who knows her even better, it’s obviously Jake.

“So we gotta prevent that somehow.” She tries to continue the conversation without delving into Charles-level shenanigan-planning.

“”I just don’t want Amy’s first time off from Mac to suck because of some inconsiderate asshole. But I can’t exactly go along with her like Charles suggested, I have a kid to take care of, and also that idea is kinda insane.”

“Guess I gotta make sure it doesn’t suck, then.” Rosa finishes her beer and tries to ignore Jake’s gobsmacked stare at her. She doesn’t know when it happened, but at some point, apparently, she’s become willing to attend a boring seminar for Santiago.

-*-

Howzit goin

learn to write like an adult Peralta

also your wife will not stop talking about your kid

you love him

I do

but I don’t need updates on his bathing habits

no Teddy sightings yet but we’re also way too early because Amy. Keep you posted

Jake smiles at the text chain on his phone and makes a mental note to send her a picture of Mac in the tub later tonight, just to annoy her a bit more. Amy had handed the baby over to him at the precinct like she was going on a year-long world-cruise instead of just a five day overnight stay in another part of their own city, and Rosa had been standing behind her with her travel bag, rolling her eyes.

It had taken surprisingly little to convince both Amy and Holt that Rosa was actually interested enough in the seminar to join it at the last minute, and Amy had immediately included her in her itinerary, as well as offered to drive with her so she didn’t have to carry all her luggage on her motorcycle. Jake was going to owe her so, so many favours after all this.

The Mac-inna-tub picture only gets a grumbling emoji response, but she texts him again at around 9, when Mac is already fast asleep and he’s finally turned on Die Hard at the lowest possible volume to not wake him up again.

Teddy showed up

tried to say Hi (or worse) to Amy but I stared him away

going out for first day drinks with the group. I’ll keep him away. Maybe slip something into his drink.

why do I not question you having something to slip into drinks?

I can do more than just knives

don’t stay up all night watching all Die Hards. You gotta take Mac to daycare early tomorrow

Amy told me to tell you that

sure

and it’s only Die Hard 1 tonight

gonna spread them out over all the evenings

got one night left if you skip 4

The Holiday is on Netflix

you’re a good one Peralta

There’s no more updates until 11am the next morning, long after Mac has gone to daycare right on time, as he’s informed Amy via text to calm her down, and he was at the precinct only 15 minutes late this time.

Teddy pulled out the big guns

he had an actual ring this time. Looked expensive

There’s a sinking feeling in his chest, and he wonders what he should answer before his phone pings again.

I broke the ring

and the box

also his hand (‘accident’ - have to say that for liability)

anyway he’s out of the seminar now I guess because he can’t write anymore

so no need to worry

Jake tries to suppress his grin by biting his lip as he texts her back, Charles already getting a bit suspicious over him smiling at his phone constantly two desks over. He can probably explain it away by claiming he’s been messaging Amy, instead.

You’re my goddamn queen, Diaz

no

Amy is

but I definitely own your ass now too since I have to spend 4 more days in this shit place for you

There’s very few updates the rest of the week (apart from several pics of Amy either working, drinking, or lying hungover in bed in their shared hotel room - Rosa has resolved to make the whole boring thing a whole lot less boring, it seems) even as he keeps texting both ladies with Mac-updates and Mac-pictures.

Amy is all smiles and definitely not upset when they get back to the precinct and he’s already there to pick her up and hand the baby to his excited mama, and even Rosa spares a smile for the two Peralta-boys after the week she’s had.

He sidles up to her as Amy coos over her little boy giving her a hug and hello kisses.

“I really do owe you one, Rosa. Thanks.” “Dude, you owe me several.” She growls. “At least I won’t have to do that ever again. I’d say Teddy’s out of the picture now.”

“Because of one broken hand?”

“Yeah, I visited him in the hospital when he was getting his cast on. To ‘apologise’ for the injury.” Rosa grins, and even her sarcastic finger quotes seem intimidating. “Not even he’s that stupid to try and come back.”

Jake raises his fist, and Rosa reluctantly bumps it before both turn their attention back to Amy, who’s already chatting about weekend plans and offering Rosa a ride home. She takes the offer, if only to play peek-a-bo with Mac in the backseat.

[basicsofislam]

BASICS OF ISLAM : Salah ( Ritual Prayer in Islam ) : Learn How to Pray

Steps

1. Prepare for prayer.

Preparing for prayer includes cleaning yourself, wearing clean clothes, and finding a clean and pure place to pray.

Perform the Wudu, or the Ghusl, depending on your requirement. You must perform the Ghusl if you have had sexual intercourse, after discharge of other ‘sexual’ fluids, and after a woman has completed her menstrual cycle.

Wear clean clothes. Men should cover at least the part of their body between the navel and the knees, but it is preferable to wear a (preferably long sleeved) shirt.

The lower garment must extend to below the knees, but must be above the ankles.

Pray in a clean place. The place where you pray must be clean and pure. If you are not sure whether the ground is clean or not, spread a clean cloth over it.

2. Stand to face the Qibla.

The Qibla is the direction towards the Kaaba. Some compasses modified for this purpose are now available. Many hotel rooms also have the Qibla direction marked somewhere on the roof. You must be looking towards the spot where your head will touch the ground during the Sajdah and your feet must be evenly spaced.

3. Make the intention to pray.

You do not need to say it out loud, but you need to know which prayer of the day you are performing, what will be the type of the rakaat, and the number of rakaats. An example would be to think

“I will perform 2/4 rakaat farz/sunnat/nafil of the fajr/zuhr/asr/maghrib/isha/ prayer”.

4. Perform the Takbiratul Ihram.

This starts the prayer. Raise your hands, palms facing forwards, up till your ear lobes (or to your shoulders if you are a woman), and say الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar = God is The Greatest).

5. Perform Qiyam.

Qiyam is where you stand up, your hands folded across your chest, and recite the Surah Al Fatiha and another short portion of the Qur’an.

Stand up straight, with your hands folded. Your right hand should be over your left, and they should overlap till the wrists only. Men place their folded hands below their navel, and women at chest level(Three of the Sunni schools of Islamic law: the Hanafi, Shafi’i and Hanbali groups pray with their hands folded. Malikis pray with their arms at their sides. If you are a Shia, stand with your arms at your sides.)

Recite Surah Al-Fatihah. Your voice can be audible to yourself, but if it is not, thinking the prayer perhaps in your brain or mind is also a valid method. Recite a short portion of the Qur’an. It is helpful to have memorized small surahs of the Qur’an by heart. The last of the 30 parts of the Qur’an contains many small surahs that are easy to memorize. Commonly recited surahs are Surah Al-Ikhlas, Surah Al-Falaq, Surah Al-Nas, and Surah Al-Kafirun.

6. Perform Ruk’u.

The ruku is basically a bow. You unfold your hands and bow, then placing your hands on your knees. Your back should become parallel to the ground. It is essential to completely bow, not just tilt your body at 45° to the vertical. Say الله أَكْبر (Allahu Akbar) as you perform this step. When you are in ruku, recite سبحان ربى العظيم (Subhan rabbi alAdheem – All praise to Allah, the Great) thrice.

7. Rise up.

Rise from the bow, while reciting “Sam’i Allahu liman hamidah(Allah listens to those who praise Him) then ربنا لك الحمد (Our Lord, to You is due all praise).

8. Perform Prostration.

Say الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar) and prostrate, placing your forehead, palms, and knees on the ground. The bases of both feet’s fingers need to touch the ground. Your forehead must be bare – a covered forehead invalidates prayer. Recite سبحان ربى الأعلى (Subhan rabbi alAla – Glory be to my Lord, the Most high) thrice. A woman’s elbows may touch the ground, but men must keep their elbows raised above the ground.

9. Rise to a sitting position, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

When you are in this position, you must keep your eyes at your lap. Men turn up the heel, and bend the toes, of the right foot. Women keep both their feet, soles up, under their body.

10. Prostrate again, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

The second prostration is identical to the first one.

11. Rise up to proceed to the next raka’at, saying الله أَكْبَر (Allahu Akbar).

The second raka’at is identical to the first one up till the second prostration, but without the Takbiratul Ihram.

Perform the Tasyahhud at the end of the second raka’at. After the second prostration, stay in a sitting position and recite the Tashahhud (also known as Tahiyat) and then the Salawat

Atta-hiyyatu lillahi was-salawatu wat-tayyibatu As-salamu ‘alaika ayyuh-an-Nabiyyu wa rahmat-ullahi wa barakatuhu As-salamu ‘alaina wa ‘alaa ‘Ibaadillah-is-salihin. Ash-hadu-al-la-Ilaha illAllahu wa ash-hadu anna Muhammadan ‘abduhu wa Rasuluh.

All worships – oral, physical and momentary – are for Allah. Allah’s peace be upon you, O Prophet, and His mercy and blessings. Peace be on us and on all righteous servants of Allah. I bear witness that there is no god but Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is His Servant and Messenger.

If you are performing only two raka’ats, then this is the last raka’at. After saying the Tasyahhud and the Salawat, say the Durud,

اللهم صلى على محمد وعلى آل محمد كما صليت على إبراهيم وعلى آل إبراهيم

و بارك على محمد وعلى آل محمد كما باركت على إبراهيم وعلى آل إبراهيم فى العلمين إنك انت الحميد المجيد

(Allahuma sali ala Muhammad wa ala Aali Muhammad kama saliet ala Ibrahim wa ala Aali Ibrahim ennak hameed majeed, wa barik ala Muhammad wa ala Aali Muhammad kama barakta ala Ibrahim wa ala Aali Ibrahim ennak hameed majeed) then recite allahumma inne zalamtu nafsi zulman kasira wala yagfiru junuba inna anta fagfirulu magfiratam min indika war hamni inna kala gafirur rahimand

Then complete the prayer by looking over your right shoulder (where the angel who records your good deeds is) and saying the Salaam السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته and then looking over your left shoulder (where the angel who records your wrongful deeds is) and saying the same.

12. If you are performing more than two raka’ats,

Do not say the Durud or the Salaam, but rise after saying the Tasyahhud and Salawat and proceed to the next raka’at. The third raka’at is performed just like the first one, and you rise directly after the second prostration without saying the Tasyahhud or Salaam, unless it is your last raka’at. After your last raka’at, complete the prayer after the second prostration by reciting the Tasyahhud, Salawat, Durud, and Salaam, as described in the step above.

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Kebaikan yang Mengalir Sampai Akhirat

“Gimana dik Ina sekarang di Surabaya? sudah mulai ngajar?”

“Ehm, kadang-kadang menggantikan dosen tetap untuk ngajar, Pakdhe.”

“Oh ya ngga apa-apa, memang prosesnya butuh waktu ya Dik. Pakde sama Budhe dulu juga gitu”

“Enjih, Pakdhe... dik Ina juga masih mau menyesuaikan sistem dulu. Kayaknya ada yang berubah prosedur, penilaian, dan beberapa hal lain. Kayaknya sekarang kampus mintanya lulusan S3 Pakdhe”

“Oh, ya ngga apa-apa dicoba dulu aja dik Ina. Sekolah lagi dek. Mumpung masih muda. Dik Ina sekarang usianya berapa dik”

“Alhamdulillah hari ini tepat 27, Pakdhe”

“Lho, selamat ulang tahun dik Ina. Budhe, dik ina ulang tahun iki lho”

Yogyakarta, 27 Oktober 2019, adalah pertemuan pertama dengan Pakde Yon setelah saya pulang dari Belanda, sekaligus pertemuan terakhir saya. Pakde yang mewanti-wanti saya untuk menunggu di Stasiun Tugu, karena sudah tengah malam. Yang bersikukuh mengantar saya pulang juga. Bahkan percakapan terakhir sepanjang perjalanan dari rumah Sapen ke Stasiun Tugu, Pakde mengkhawatirkan kesehatan Bapak. 

“dik, Bapak sekarang kurusan ya. Kalau Mama kan dari dulu. hehehehe” ujarnya tenang diselipi canda. 

“Iya Pakde. Kayaknya agak kecapean karena sekarang 3 hari di Pasuruan, 3 hari di Gresik.”

“Sudah pernah diajak medical check up, dik?”

“Sudah Pakdhe, sebulan lalu. Katanya alhamdulillah sehat”

“Dik Ina lihat hasil medical check upnya?”

Jleb. Begitulah Pakde Yon. Mengejar sampai titik yang menurut beliau valid, tapi tetap dengan nada yang tenang dan fokus mengendarai mobilnya. 

“....Enggak, Pakdhe”

“Besok besok Bapak diantar Medical Check Up aja dik, sambil dilihat hasilnya, khawatirnya kalau laki-laki suka nggak dirasa kalau sakit atau capek.”

“Iya Pakdhe Yon, insya Allah, matur nuwun sanget Pakdhe...”

Dua pesan terakhir Pakdhe Yon di ulang tahun saya yang ke dua puluh tujuh adalah, sekolah dan menemani Bapak medical check up sekaligus melihat hasilnya. 

Minggu, 8 Desember 2019. 

Pagi itu saya berangkat ke Jogjakarta, tidak ada tujuan lain selain mengikuti Workshop yang diadakan UGM, diselenggarakan di Hotel Saphir, Yogkayarta, dimana jarak hotel ke rumah Pakdhe tinggal jalan kaki. Saya memang sudah menyewa penginapan, karena tidak mau terlalu merepotkan Pakde Bude, sekaligus ingin belajar intensif karena workshopnya mendatangkan Profesor Bouman, dosen saya di Belanda. Beberapa menit saya menginjakkan kaki di Stasiun Lempuyangan, tetiba saya membuka group WhatsApp dan membaca sebuah pesan dari Mas Roy, 

“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un, telah meninggal dunia Bapak kami tersayang di UGD RS. Sarjito. Mohon bantuan Om dan Tante untuk membantu mengurus proses pemakaman Bapak/ Pakdhe Yon”

Tangisku pecah di stasiun. Lututku lemas rasanya belum sanggup melangkah. Tapi, saya harus bergegas. Setelah mempertimbangkan beberapa hal, saya tidak menuju rumah sakit, melainkan menuju rumah Sapen (rumah Pakde Yon-Bude Tut), membantu mempersiapkan apapun yang bisa saya kerjakan bersama tetangga. 

khawatirnya laki-laki kalau sakit atau capek suka ngga dirasa.

Frasa ini juga melekat dalam ingatan. Betapa, betapa kalimat Pakde ini nyata sekali di sekelilingku, bahkan mungkin termasuk Pakdhe Yon. Beberapa hari terakhir bahkan beliau masih berkutat dengan lembaran-lembaran seleksi calon profesor. 

Budhe Tut (istri Pakde Yon) cerita ke saya, mengajak beliau untuk istirahat dulu. Tapi apa kata beliau?

“Iki nyangkut nasib e wong akeh lho, Bu” (ini menyangkut nasib banyak orang lho, Bu). Seketika aku teringat Rasulullah di detik-detik akhir hidupnya memikirkan umatnya. 

Ya, beliau bukan hanya menjadi figur “Bapak” bagi keluarga besar kami, tapi juga menjadi role model bagi kami, ponakan-ponakan-nya, untuk melanjutkan pendidikan tinggi, mendedikasikan hidup sebagai penebar ilmu. 

Saya pun jadi teringat momen-momen lain yang membuat saya terenyuh haru. Momen di bulan Mei 2011, Pakde menelepon saya begitu tahu saya tidak lolos SNMPTN Undangan dan harus tes SNMPTN Tulis. Pakde (dan Budhe) tak henti-hentinya memberikan dukungan lewat telepon. 

Begitu juga menjelang pernikahan saya. Pakde Yon menjadi perwakilan keluarga yang memberikan sambutan. Semalam sebelumnya, beliau sempat keluar dari kamar dan menyuruh saya untuk leren. 

“istirahat dik. besok pasti capek. jadi mending sekarang dipakai istirahat.”

Hebatnya Pakde, beliau selalu bisa membuat semua orang merasa spesial. Ternyata, Ibu saya pun punya cerita yang sama, bahkan lebih berkesan. Sewaktu Mama mau mengikuti Sipenmaru  (seleksi penerimaan mahasiswa baru), Mama belajar ditemani Pakde dan Budhe. Pakde sengaja mengeraskan volume siaran pertandingan sepak bola agar Mama tidak tertidur.

“Ayo Tik, sinau Tik.” Begitu kata Mama menirukan Pakdhe. Pakde Yon juga yang mengantarkan Mama ikut seleksi sipenmaru 1983, naik bus panas-panas. Ya, menurut cerita Mama, Pakde menganggap Mama sudah seperti anak sendiri. Mungkin karena jarak usia Pakde dan Mama yang cukup jauh. Pakde adalah suami kakak pertama Mama, sementara Mama adalah anak bungsu dari tujuh bersaudara.  

Begitu pula ketika Mama dinyatakan lolos Sipenmaru di IPB, Pakde berlari memanggil Mama sambil membawa koran pengumuman.

“Tik selamat Tik, lulus Tik” (nama ibu saya: Titi)

Mama cerita, kegirangan beliau menunjukkan nama Mama sebagai peserta yang lolos, bahkan melebihi kebahagiaan Mama sendiri. Ya, semua itu menunjukkan ketulus-ikhlasan Pakde. Jujur di titik menuliskan bagian ini, air mata saya tidak bisa saya tahan lagi. Pakde, terima kasih untuk segalanya.

Tak hanya kami keluarganya, yang sangat terinspirasi dari semangat beliau, terutama dalam hal mengabdi dalam dunia pendidikan, semangat meng-upgrade ilmu. Sepanjang takziyah, saya bertemu dengan salah satu mahasiswa Pakdhe yang juga mendapatkan pengalaman yang serupa dengan saya. Bahkan ia sampai memanggil dengan sebutan “Pakde” juga, karena Pakde tak henti-hentinya memberikan support kepada mahasiswa tersebut ketika belum lolos seleksi masuk program spesialis. Pakde tetap menyemangatinya untuk mengikuti seleksi di periode berikutnya.

Pakde kembali, Pakde menemui waktunya, pulang kampung menemui panggilan Allah. Allah begitu sayang padaNya, hingga kepergian beliau begitu tenang. Allahummaghfirlahu warhamhu wa ‘aafihi wa’fu anhu. 

Pakde Supargiyono, terima kasih atas segala kebaikan yang Pakde ukir. Tulisan ini tentu sangat tidak mampu merepresentasikan semua kenangan dan memotret semua ketulusan Pakde, tapi dek Ina yakin, amal jariyah Pakde melangit hingga akhirat insyaAllah, Pakde. :’) Semoga kami bisa meneruskan estafet perjuangan Pakde. Dua pesan terakhir Pakde insyaAllah akan dek Ina laksanakan. Sekali lagi, terima kasih Pakde. Allah, kumohon tempatkan beliau disebaik-baiknya tempat di sisi-Mu :”)

Surabaya, 18 Desember 2019

ponakan terbungsu.

[rotblut]

I have been dying for Park Yoona to get a lead role since I saw her in Hotel Del Luna !! I think she could be absolutely STELLAR in a good drama with good writing and direction.

Also her and Lee Jae Wook ? YES ? They both have the ability to play complex character and i think they could both be very interesting to watch in terms of dynamic.

PS: We stan Kim Hye Yoon she is amazing i love her when is she coming back as the lead thank you

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OHHHHHHHHHH I loved her and lee tae sun in that hotel drama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i would gif them if the quality wouldn’t be that shit! and him with dohyun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! only watched it for those 3. fuck the rest of the cast honestly. skipped all the scenes they weren’t it. enemies in their past lives and she killed him and lovers in their next? INSANE OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!! should have been the leads. should have been it! but her and tae sun hardly had scenes together and they always got co*kblocked by that weirdo with the glasses or whatever. 

LOVE YOUR MIND THAT YOU AGREE ON THEM WITH ME BECAUSE OHHHHHHHH I saw nice fan videos of yoona and jaewook !!!!!! those fanvids ruined me because now my mind cannot unsee them as a pairing and i want them to be one in a drama!!!! IT WAS INSANE HOW GOOD THEY MATCHED THEY would have amazing hot steamy chemistry AND a great dynamic for sure. i am tired of younger guys getting paired up with old women....... tired. there are enough actresses in the same age group available. that can act. 

also don’t start with me about hye yoon because my heart is broken over her being in fokn s*owdr*p............. i hope the money was worth it. i’ll not watch that drama........ also the disrespect that yoo inna is only a side character too............this drama is canceled for me. i’m on a break and get ready to embrace hyeyoon back when this drama is over because the disrespect......... an idol is the lead...........them old ass men as leads too........... IT’S A NO. NO. the same way I’m on a break with loving eun chae because she’ll do another drama with l** m** hoe............. both my girls..........i lost................. but they say the divine gives and the divine takes......... i got youth of may i don’t even care about anything else i already won so 2021 already good good (but in terms of dramas it’s bad for now akjsdhflakjsdfhlk) 

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Thank you for joining us in the cooking class. We will see you again in the next one!

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A Ukrainian woman disguised in the disguise of “Anna de Rothschild” to gain entry into Mar-aLago, a new report claims. According to an investigation according to an investigation, the FBI is investigating Inna Yashchyshyn who was seen mingling in a group with Trump in the hotel. The security concerns surrounding Mar-a-Lago have been raised to new levels following the FBI’s raid on August 8. The…

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Camp of Ukrainians at the U.S.-Mexico border swells, as more refugees arrive

Hundreds of Ukrainians are camping in the border city of Tijuana, Mexico, hoping to seek U.S. asylum, a dramatic increase in arrivals just days after the Biden administration said the United States would accept up to 100,000 Ukrainians fleeing from war.

Many of the Ukrainians escaping the Russian invasion of their home country have flown to the U.S.-Mexico border hoping officials will allow them in so they can reunite with U.S. relatives or friends.

They spread people out on blankets and lawn chairs alongside overstuffed suitcases on a patch of grass near the international port of entry. Some are sleeping in tents and under tarps. U.S. volunteers in neon vests - some Ukrainian-Americans who traveled to Tijuana after hearing about the arriving refugees - are collecting names on a handwritten waitlist to keep track of arrivals.

While some 600 Ukrainians are camping near the border entry around 500 more are staying in hotels in the city, said Enrique Lucero, Tijuana's migration affairs director, citing the list kept by volunteers. About 40% of the people are children, he added.

Lucero said around 100 Ukrainians are being allowed to cross into the United States daily. U.S. Customs and Border Protection said data on the number of Ukrainians who entered the U.S. in March would be available in coming weeks.

The number of people at the southwest border is still small compared to over 3.8 million Ukrainians who have fled to nearby countries in Europe since the Feb. 24 invasion, which the Russian government calls a “special military operation.”

In response to the exodus, — the biggest refugee crisis in Europe since World War Two — U.S. president Joe Biden pledged last week to accept some 100,000 Ukrainians into the United States through various legal pathways.

But some families desperate to leave have resorted to traveling through a string of countries to the southern border, after being denied U.S. visas, or told to wait, at U.S. embassies abroad.

While Ukrainians and Russians have been arriving at the U.S.-Mexico border since before the conflict erupted, now people are coming “quickly,” said Julia Neusner, an attorney with the New York-based non-profit advocacy group Human Rights First. [L2N2V61WR]

On average, Ukrainians are waiting about one day from the time we put them on the list compiled by volunteers until they can cross into the United States, Neusner said.

Two weeks ago, according to a Reuters witness, around 15 Ukrainians per day were arriving at the Tijuana border and being immediately waved through.

While Ukrainians are being ushered into the United States, U.S. border agents have told Russians, Mexicans, Central Americans and migrants from other countries to stay put, citing a pandemic-era border expulsion policy known as Title 42 that has closed the U.S.-Mexico border to most asylum seekers.

On Friday, the Biden administration announced it will end the expulsion policy in late May, as U.S. health officials said it was no longer needed to protect public health.

Inna Levien, 42 - originally from Belarus - said she and other Russian-speaking members of her moms' group in Orange County, California, headed down to Tijuana earlier this week to help Ukrainian refugees, many of whom speak Russian.

She said there is no running water at a local bus stop where some women and children are sleeping and children are falling ill.

“Vomiting, diarrhea, dehydration, they are so stressed out,” she said. “They have this unrest inside.”

One six-year-old girl told Levien she was praying to protect her father who stayed behind to defend Ukraine because it was her “job” to be his “guardian angel.”

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Hotel Khas Parapat Jadi Nama Baru Hotel Inna

Hotel Khas Parapat Jadi Nama Baru Hotel Inna

PARAPAT, FaseBerita.ID – Menyambut tantangan bisnis pariwisata sekaligus mewujudkan pelayanan prima dalam mendukung program pemerintah menjadikan Danau Toba sebagai Destinasi Wisata Super Prioritas dari salah satu Kawasan Strategis Pariwisata Nasional (KSPN), maka Hotel Inna Parapat terpilih menjadi salah satu dari 3 Hotel Inna Group yang berganti nama (rebranding) menjadi Hotel KHAS…

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Future Jungle Sessions #62 // 8K.NZ Radio // 27.03.2021

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LIVE on 8K.NZ ~ SAT 19:00 (NZST) // MON 00:00 // WED 05:00 // FRI 22:00

Streaming this week on 8K.NZ, new music from Aroha, Tali, Thomas Oliver, Burnzy, Emba, Brian Brainstorm, Harriet Jaxxon, Jubei,  K Motionz and Toby Ross. Plus, label focus on Elevate Records, Critical Music, and Hospital Records.

London Elektricity - Build A Better World (Thomas Oliver Remix) [Hospital Records]

Pyxis - Orbs [Goldfat Records]

Blame - Hindsight (DJ Marky Remix) [Hospital Records]

Nookie - Kaeya (D&B Mix) [Metalheadz]

HLZ - Dub Sunrise [Prestige Music Group]

Jubei, DBridge - Show Me [Carbon Music]

Data 3 - Losing Myself (Revan Remix) [Flexout Audio]

D'cypher - Barrels [Counterpoint]

Trex - Same Difference [Delta9 Recordings]

Murdock - Waterfalls [Liquicity Records]

Platinum Breaks, Eden - Everything (Bladerunner Vocal Mix) [DnB Allstars Records]

Sam Binga, Chimpo - Rude AF [Critical Music]

B-Complex - Beautiful Lies (L-Side Remix) [Hospital Records]

Conrad Subs - Dark Sets In [Murky Digital]

Toby Ross - Original Badboy [Gorilla Warfare]

Sleepnet - Love No More [Vision Recordings]

Jubei - Barracuda [Carbon Music]

John Rolodex - Wrong Number [Machinist Music]

Dr Meaker - Here & Now [Bingo Bass]

Burnzy - Drinking [Liondub International]

Phace, Kemal - MODE 101 [Neosignal Recordings]

Shrike - Friendly Fire [Bad Taste Recordings]

Document One, Levela - In My Mind [Elevate Records]

Kontrast - Close To You (Revan Remix) [Lockdown Recordings]

Bcee, Charlotte Haining - History (Technimatic Remix) [Spearhead Records]

Aroha - No More Jenga (Monika & Akuratyde Remix) [Wairua Audio]

Tantrum Desire - Resistance [Technique Recordings]

Linguistics - Our Time ft. Document One [Shogun Audio]

Mozey, Shady Novelle - Sometimes [Hospital Records]

Serum, Spyda - All Ganja Man (T>I Remix) [BassLayerz Recordings]

Selecta J-Man, Suku - Couple Guinness [Born On Road]

Shadows - Dem Man [SINE Audio]

Screamarts - Shake a Leg [Dispatch Recordings]

Revan - Shibby [Lockdown Recordings]

R1C0 - Late Lab [Intrigue Music]

Neurotoxin - Dope Weapon [DLT9]

Dunk - Bad Trip [Trust Audio]

Zero T - One More Chance [Computer Integrated Audio]

Emba, Scott Haining - Holy Ground [Spearhead Records]

Emba, Telomic, Leah Rye - Silver Lining [Galacy Records]

Kray - Not Too Late [Eloisa Records]

Krypta, Savy Silva - Focused On You [Four Corners]

Fred V, Victoria Voss - Reaching Dawn [Hospital Records]

BassDubbers, Mess Jilla - Tell Me [Celsius Recordings]

Midknight MooN, Slunk - Slide [Nu Venture Records]

Harriet Jaxxon, Tali - What We Gonna Do [Drum&BassArena]

Voltage - Save Me From Myself (Harriet Jaxxon Remix) [Hospital Records]

K Motionz - Ride to You [K Motionz Music]

K Motionz - Hold You [K Motionz Music]

Freaks Geeks - Pressure Feat. Flowanatasia [Elevate Records]

Metrik, Reija Lee - Cadence (VIP) [Hospital Records]

Fade Black - Far Gone [Critical Music]

Brian Brainstorm - No Ordinary Sound (Aries Remix) [Original Key Records]

Brian Brainstorm - Run Dem [Uncommon Records]

Potential Badboy, MC Fats, Yush - Girlz (L-Side Remix) [Playaz Recordings]

Netsky - Memory Lane (Flava D Remix) [Hospital Records]

FD, Fox - Hazmat [The North Quarter]

Break, MC Fats, Cleveland Watkiss - Conversations (Breakage Remix) [Symmetry Recordings]

Conrad Subs - For the DJ [Raider Records]

Cecil Hotel - Sunshine [Program]

BTK - Outta Jungle [Dutty Audio]

Dub Elements - Devices [Elevate Records]

Winslow - Amore [Hospital Records]

LSB, DRS - Stop the World (Lenzman Remix) [Footnotes]

Conrad Subs, Mowty Mahlyka - Conqueror [Raider Records]

Sum - Obligatory Bumbaclart tune (Sikka Remix) [Sikkabrain Recordings]

Serum, Voltage - 8-Bit (Taxman Remix) [Souped Up Records]

Toby Ross - Look Inna Mi Eye [Jungle Cakes]

Burnzy - Nobody Else [Liondub International]

Jam Thieves - Situation [Serial Killaz]

Black Sun Empire - Stasis (Waeys Remix) [Blackout Music NL]

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Kebakaran terjadi di Grand Inna Bali Beach, Minggu (1/3). Sejumlah video terkait kebakaran ini viral di media sosial dan WhatsApp Group (WAG). Dari informasi yang dihimpun, kebakaran terjadi di Laundry Room Grand Inna Bali Beach, Sanur. Hal ini dibenarkan Kepala BPBD Denpasar, IB Jony Ariwibawa. Ia mengatakan kebakaran terjadi di Laundry Room lantai dasar. Kebakaran sedang ditangani Damkar Denpasar dari semua pos. “Saat ini api sudah bisa dikuasai dan proses pendinginan dan pengecekan. Damkar masih standby di lokasi,” katanya. Dalam upaya memadamkan kebakaran itu, dikerahkan 4 mobil Damkar. Kanitreskrim Polsek Denpasar Selatan, Iptu Hadimastika, membenarkan kebakaran di lantai atas GBB. “Belum tahu penyebabnya,” tegasnya. Dari video yang beredar terlihat asap tebal mengepul dari hotel berlantai 10 di Sanur itu. Video tersebut juga memperlihatkan bahwa peristiwanya terjadi pada saat suasana masih terang. (Asmara Putera/Kerta Negara/balipost) . . . Sumber, http://www.balipost.com/news/2020/03/01/107019/Diduga,Ini-Sumber-Kebakaran-di...html ⚫⚪🔴 PUNYA INFO?? DM/TAG IG 👉@karangasemnow_official FP 👉Karangasem Now Twitter 👉@KarangNow Tumblr 👉karangasemnow #amlapura #karangasemnow #infokarangasem #kabarkarangasem  #infoamlapura #karangasem #infonegara #infojembrana #infotabanan #baliviral #infodenpasar #nowupdate #balinow #infobadung  #infogianyar #infobuleleng #infobangli #infoklungkung #nowviral #infobali #jegbali #CitizenJournalist https://www.instagram.com/p/B9MLeEsBlfI/?igshid=13c1r2rh5pm0

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suk inna ( born october 9th, 1993 ), better known by her stage name ruby, is an idol under nebula silver as jewel box’s dancer. prior to the group’s debut, she trained for two years. her hometown is recorded as jeju, south korea. loading latest news…

( trigger warning. mentions of eating disorder & infidelity. )

PERSONAL LIFE.

They say every man is an island, and your father is Jeju. The only thing he does not own a piece of is the sun, for it burned too harshly when he tries to enclose it in his hand, but everything else is under his thumb and marked by his name: land, sea, sky. The enterprise is built on a single syllable of a last name, but that simple sound carried across the island: the beaches, the hotels, the sleek white planes that rise through the clouds all belong to you.

Like all half-girls, half-gods, yours is a birth marred by rumour – that’s all legends are in the moment, after all: hearsay. Gossip. They say your creation is conspicuously coincided with the arrival of a handsome official, a deity whose shadow outgrows even that of your own father. Like all myths, there is never any confirmation to this. Only your mother’s tight lips on her crystal glass and your father’s angry, curdling brow.

Stars have no say in the cruelty or kindness of the fate they bestow on us - they only move into patterns at their own divine will, shadowing us with destiny. Yours, you know, is to be The Beautiful. The Someday Wife. Since the time your face had taken enough shape to show signs of permanency, they have called you the Loveliest. The girl who was summer, you are the vacation all come for: sweet-bodied, full-lipped, warm and flavoured like honey. They want to flatten you into a wafer and melt you on their tongue.

The lucky one, they call you, pretty princess that lives a permanent holiday, flitting in and out of the cool marble foyers of your father’s hotels in silk dresses. Your days consist of lavender lemonade and tutoring under a white parasol, ballet lessons and the social teachings of those who must be weaned on champagne. You smile, because that’s what you’re supposed to do.

Everyone is always looking at you, so the man in the white shirt and dark glasses was the same as everyone else until he wasn’t. Silver lacquer on a pristine cream card, he pens you his personal number atop the business row to ensure his sincerity. Your mother holds her hand over her heart as you turn it in the July sunlight, making the print shimmer.

When you arrive, they do not so much as ask you to open your mouth (pretty girl, when has your voice ever been heard anyway?) - your face is enough, your body is enough. Any more would be overflow. You show them the way years of pointe shoes and black leotards has taught you to move, and the last turn writes your contract in permanent ink. You’re not just going to be a star – you’re going to be a Jewel.

More than song and dance, you are exceptional at being a student. What they desire you imitate, what they want you pull forth from yourself as if you’re spitting red ribbons and diamond tears. Tireless nights and early mornings mean nothing when you have grown used to the stalemate of your previous existence, and the permanent ache that came with it. But still, you follow. Never lead. You answer, never question. Until you meet him.

You are young and beautiful, as you have always been, but for the first time in your life you don’t mind someone noticing it. They’re turning you into the nation’s darling, but as they divide your body to belong to everyone, you decide you will choose who it’s given to now. And it feels like rebellion, this choice of yours. It feels like love.

It lasts barely more than a year, and sometimes in the dark of your cold, empty bed, you wonder how many more you could have taken together had the world not found out. They are angry, this country, these people, that you did not sell yourself to them and them alone. You learn what it is to be a possession on the national scale, a toy for the crowd. You shut the blinds and turn off your phone and feel the one selfish thing you have ever done burn you up like Troy at sieging.

Time erodes all things, and so too does it take away the rot of your mistake, leaving you pink-fleshed and new and meant to rebuild into the shiny-lacquer thing you once were. You arrive with your waist bend so deep your bow hurts your spine, and learn how to climb from this position.

Perfect. That’s the word you chase now.

PERFORMANCES.

Today, Inna’s greatest strength - as with many of her Jewel Box sisters - is her experience. Having debuted nearly eight years ago, Inna has been turned for better or for worse into a seasoned professional. There is no unexpected variety question, lyrical blunder, or feedback error that she cannot glance over with grace and aplomb. Her past as a dancer before scouting by Nebula has meant she has always been comfortable and even excelled with Jewel Box’s choreography, something noticeable to the public. And as can only be explained by the reaction she accrues when her face hits the screen - the very reason she was scouted and accepted into her group - Inna’s visuals have earned her more popularity than any actual quantifiable skill. That being said, that self-same celebrity caused by her beauty tumbled and became permanently stained for her relationship outing early after debut. Her variety presence mostly relies on the exaggerated awe of hosts at her beauty; though she displays charisma and wit, she is not goofy enough to have a notable reputation. Having never sung prior to her trainee days, Inna’s voice was average at best upon joining Nebula. This is the cause of her biggest performance-related anxiety, as she has never felt adequate satisfied with her vocal abilities, despite immense improvement over the years due to tireless training with industry professionals.

2017 INTERVIEW.

While growing up the daughter of an affluent, well-known family had stifled Inna, it was nothing in comparison to the ways that the extreme fame she has encountered has shaped her. Having enjoyed her status as an idol until her relationship was outed, forcing her to repent and go into relative hiding, Inna’s perception of fame and the way she has lived her life has drastically shifted. Viewing herself the way others always have - a woman whose main appeal and only career is her visual image and public perception - these things now dominate how she behaves and what she allows herself to do. Due to a deep self-guilt and compulsive need to please her company and her fans, Inna does not so much blame the restrictions of of kpop’s conservative, strict fame as she does her own inability to meet standards. An It-Girl, national visual, and fashion icon in conjuction with her status as living legend due to her place among Jewel Box, maintaining her reputation is now of the utmost importance to her, leading her to endanger herself with little sleep, and an eating disorder.