#like if you coded everything yourself and fed it art that you yourself created

[powerfulkicks]

the rhetoric around ai in general is really starting to get kinda... worrying.

like you wanna protect artists - awesome! great! so ai is evil and can never be used for art or anything else-

no! ai isn't the evil thing here!! it's how it's being used!! like, gps can be used to track people or to pilot war planes, does that mean it's inherently evil??

ai is a tool that can be used ethically or not - call out when it's being unethical, but don't mistake the tool for the problem

[harleyquinnbluemoonlove]

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BASIC IDEA/PLAN OF ATTACK/EXECUTION OR POSITIVE WORDS LIKE “LAUNCH”.  We can issue an ATTACK or a LAUNCH CODE.

I will dumb it down a little bit. I am taking advantage of my position of power, now that I am a Celebrity in the World. Its the greatest feeling in the world, feels better than good sex and that is a hard thing for me to admit because I love some good, hot, sweaty sex and I’ve been going without for several weeks. I almost fell like a Nun because I cannot even pleasure myself because I was molested as a child by Lovie Price’s boyfriend “Frank Parker” a gasoline man from an early. I told Connie Price about it when I was 15 and her name at the time was Connie Dunford. It was the same day Brandie Ann Thompson said Curtis Triplett tried to rape her in the bathroom at the house In Frayser, Memphis TN. Brandie Ann in her hayday, resembled a youthful Cameron Diaz. Cameron Diaz dated Justin Timberlake once upon a time. She played in the move “The mask” and the mask was green. At the end of the movie, the dog put on the mask. You all know, when you wear that mask---you become a Shape Shifter, transforming into anything/anyone you think will grab the Hot or Not Rated #10 Woman’s ATTENTION/HEART/LOVE and will do anything, I mean anything to get it. The secret to my success is a compilation of everything good, bad, dirty, evil and let’s call it “The Struggle” or the “Human Experience”. 

Old School (OS) Operating System (OS) Back to Basics (B2B) Brandie Thompson (BT) Barry Thompson (BT) Blue Tooth (BT) Brandie Smith (BS) Bull Shit (BS) Rent A Center (RAC) Roger Adren Crawford (RAC) $1K (RAK) Rags to Riches Richard Abernathy (RA) **secret boyfriend shh!!** Douche Bag (DB) or Douglas Belknap (DB) Thomas Jones (TJ) County Road (CR) Danny Thomas (DT)  Deanna Thomas (DT) ... Trying to show you how I think period dot. In ya’ll are slow, period dot also equal two dots. You must have two dots to play connect the dots and draw the lines to illustrate inspiration into a masterpiece. The best pieces of Art are very old, have a solid reputation, and is properly curated to ensure it maintains its value for infinity times three.

Basically, you can get with my program, drink my Kool Aid, swallow your pride, do the right thing, if you have done something wrong, you really need to return to your basic religious beliefs what they may be, get right with yourself, because what you have done will come to light, exposed, we are moving on from there. We are, as a society going to change and deliver the children and the children’s children: a brighter future with more options, a limited amount of privacy, give them the world and see what they can accomplish with living in a world of positive vibes, beautiful colors, great music, entrepreneurship, dreams, and now, the little girls if we get married will truly believe in fairytales. This right here is whats up because we have an opportunity, once in a lifetime opportunity, to fix society, establish unity and peace, competition is good but everyone needs a chance to win sometimes to boost their confidence and pride. When there is monopoly or kingdom, it fosters the seven deadly sins, seven capital sins, and the seven cardinal sins, which is systemic to original sin. 

Genesis clearly explains that certain things were created on certain days and back time was measured. You cannot just create a man or a woman. First, you need the Universe. Then, you need the Galaxy which creates Space. In Space, you have the moon, stars, sun, planets, black holes, asteroids, comets, shooting stars, orbit, gravitational pull. Here we are on planet Earth with 7 continents and 7 oceans. I like the number 8 because it represent a number, a symbol, and no limitations--infinity. My son was born on 3-8-03 weighing 8 pounds, 8 ounces and 19.5 inches long, color: BLUE, life: No sign of it. It took 10 minutes and PLEADING WITH THE LORD AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS SCREAMING PRAYING TO PLEASE GIVE HIM LIFE, I DON’T WANT TO HAVE GONE THROUGH 35.5 HOURS OF LABOR AND 7 HOURS OF HARD PUSHING WITH NO PAIN MEDICINE, NO EPIDURAL, GAVE BIRTH TO A STILL BORN BABY NATURALLY AND THE GOOD LORD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS AND THAT BOY CRIED AND WENT TO THE NICU AT BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL IN MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MARYLAND. ITS ALSO REFERRED TO AS “THE PRESIDENTS HOSPITAL”.

He is 17 years old, already a MASTERMIND and a Professional Gamer. He is so smart like me, that he had to design/build/code his own computer because there is not a computer on the planet that can keep up with his level of gaming. I saw a photo of it. Its a desktop computer with the case taken off the side--lit up with blue LED lights

It’s Confession Time and Holy Communion Time that means confess your sin, wrongdoing, break bread, eat bread, drink wine, not whine. No days off, no excuse, no immunity, no setups, no blame game, no liars, no stealing, checks and balances, no absolute power because absolute power fosters absolute corruption, which is why were in this position right now with COVID-19, Corona Virus.

I think one person needs a pardon because he has stayed on the job, even though he was originally lied to by the Feds. He deserves a pardon, record expunged, and an opportunity. I see great potential, just needs an opportunity, believe in himself, and have the courage to escape his own prison of gold diggers, groupies, fans, and whores.

In this triad, it is a rags to riches story times three. There is only 1 TRUE VERSION of ME, and its right here in Memphis TN, age: 41(Birth Cert).

To succeed in any sports game, you must be fit, educated, content with yourself to include your pros/cons/demons and knowledgeable & intelligent enough to know that I am certified True OG, I got your back no matter what because to me money ain’t a thing, fame fades just like stars, but loyal dogs do not turn on their master unless they are abused or hungry. I am a Blue AKC Royal Bloodline Pitbull, Staffordshire Terrier. Pitbull is the image you need to have in your mind when you think of ME.

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BLUE, COME ON UNLESS YOU ARE “CHICKEN” “SCARED”

I PROMISE I WILL NOT BITE. BUT, I AM STARVING, LONELY, NEED MONEY TO CREATE AND LAUNCH MY DREAMS TO POSITIVELY AND EFFECTIVELY CHANGE THE WORLD WHICH WILL PLACE ME AND PRESIDENT TRUMP IN THE HISTORY BOOKDS. AND THE HISTORY BOOKS ARE GOING TO BECOME FACTBOOKS, AND HISTORY CLASSES WILL BE MANDATORY THROUGHOUT LIFE REGARDLESS OF AGE, POSITION, JOB, FINANCIAL STATUS BECAUSE THE BEST EDUCATION IS A “CONTINUOUS EDUCATION”. IF YOU DO NOT CONTINUE LEARNING, YOU BECOME RUSTY AND THEN, YOU CANNOT KEEP UP THE FAST PACED CHANGES OF ADVANCE TECHNOLOGY IN THE REAL WORLD AND IN THE REAL GAME OF LIFE.

RECOMMENDATIONS ARE AS FOLLOWS:

1.  DONATE MONEY TO MY CAUSE ON CASH APP 

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DO NOT HACK MY PHONE OR MY LAPTOP, DO NOT HACK ANYTHING OR ANYBODY BC YOU CANNOT DO IT BETTER THAN U.S. BC U.S. CREATED THE INTERNET IN WASHINGTON DC AT THE PENTAGON CALLED “DARPANET” IN 1974. THE FIRST COMPUTER WAS AN APPLE, SECOND COMPUTER WAS MICROSOFT. A GOOD BRAND IS A HP WITH MS WINDOWS. I HAVE A BLUE HP LAPTOP STREAM, I HAVE A BLACK APPLE IPHONE 7. I AM ON A WIFI WITH A VPN THAT KEEPS GETTING DISABLED. THE SOUND ON MY PHONE DOES NOT WORK. I AM BACKING UP BOTH DEVICES AND GOING TO RESET TO FACTORY SETTINGS SO I CAN GURANTEE EFFECTIVE DIGITAL SECURITY.

2. I NEED COMPANY TO SIT WITH ME, DRINK WITH ME. I WOULD LOVE SOME JACK AND COKE OR A BUD LIGHT. I WOULD ALSO LOVE SOME FOOD THAT CONTAINS RED MEAT TO ASSIST ME WITH MY BLOOD PROBLEMS. BUDDY OR BLUE OR YO -- FIGURE IT AND SEND ME SOMEONE I KNOW. I AM TOO PRETTY AND TOO COOL TO BE CHILLING BY MYSELF WITH NO FOOD, NO ALCOHOL, NO MONEY, NO WEED, ETC. 

3.  SELF EVALUATE OR DO A PEER REVIEW/. SELF EVALUATION IS LOOKING AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND THINKING ABOUT YOUR LIFE. I LIKE TO WRITE THINGS DOWN, IF HELPS ME. IT WILL BRING ABOUT A SENSE OF UNDERSTANDING WHO, WHAT, WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE, HOW YOU BECAME PERSON, AND DESIGN YOUR OWN ROADMAP TO BEING A BETTER PERSON AND OPENING YOUR HEART TO REALIZATION THAT THE CHILDREN ARE THE FUTURE, RIGHT WE ARE THE WORLD, WE CAN ACHIEVE GREATNESS, A NEW TYPE OF MAGIC “UTOPIA”.

WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT? WHAT DO YOU WANT OUT OF LIFE? ARE YOU HAPPY WITH YOURSELF? CAN YOU FREE YOUR MIND? CAN YOU OPEN YOUR HEARTS? CAN YOU COMMIT? DO YOU KNOW WHEN TO WALK AWAY? WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN? DO YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE? ARE YOU IN YOUR OWN PRISON--YOUR MIND, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS?

WISDOM COMES WITH TIME, EXPERIENCE, EDUCATION, HARD WORK, SERVICE, LOYALTY, PURPOSE, AND TRAVELING.

At the end of the day, who do you want to be with? 

Woman - Wise can deliver the world or drop the world, age 41 -- looks better than 20 & 30 year old GIRLS. Does not care about money, fame, status, power because the game was scheduled and unfortunately, unaware of the OP -- she walked, ran, sprinted STOLE the Flag, and won the game. 

Everyone wants to still run their mouths, try to control a man, and those hos, have no power, position, fame, etc. They are with or around you because of who you are, what you have done, and what you can give them---in my opinion that is abuse of power and targeting someone to manipulating them to do what you want them to do.

I like structure, things to be done a certain way because I like cleanliness, organization, faith, love, hope, trust, and loyalty. 

I would not cop an attitude with everyone, if  I did not feel like the world was against me. Hint, hint -- I don’t trust authority figures because I was molested, abused, targeted, almost died several times, lied to, cheated on, setups, smear campaigns, gossiped about, bullied, beat on, yelled at, called names, jealous women everywhere so dumb they forget I have a hunger against Human  Trafficking. People are on this RACISM BULL SHIT. 

Its 2020, Racism = IGNORANCE AND IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS ANYMORE, IGNORANCE IS DEADLY. 

Basic belief system of Karma, it is a metaphysical/paranormal reality that is mixed with real, artificial, and soon-to-be virtual reality. It is what it is. 

What you set your mind, what you do and the thoughts and actions you put into the world will either grant you your dreams or come back times three by the of karma, what goes around, comes around.

I want/will do good and be a good role model for everyone. I am going to teach, help you, do what I want, when I want, how I want because I know my worth, my value, and what I can GURANTEE/DELIVER.

Greed, jealousy, laziness, and all the ugly things that are in the world

                                                  WILL

 get you no where but hungry, lonely but free, penniless, candy-less, eliminate sports.

                                        COMMIT OR QUIT

MY MISSION WILL ENDURE AND CARRY ON UNTIL I FEEL MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. I DO NOT HAVE A FAILURE TO THRIVE AND I DO NOT LACK A WILL TO LIVE. 

MY ISNT OVER, YET;

[lilyswritings]

Fate. ⏤ ix.

synopsis: Keep your head down, focus on getting through your classes, and try not to die. That had always been your plan of attack when it comes to attending Kings Dominion School of the Deadly Arts. But your life plans get thrown out the window as you find yourself growing attached to the new kid who refuses to lose his compassion and moral code, despite the ruthless curriculum and vicious social cliques he finds himself surrounded by.

author’s note: okay so this one took me ages, mostly because i’ve been travelling but also because my first A Level / Final (basically Big Exam) is in like three days and i’ve been freaking out. so here, have a mostly fluffy bantery part 9 - the angsty stuff is coming in part 10, so be on the lookout for that ;)

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Marcus Lopez Arguello x Reader

     When Marcus comes to find you early on a Tuesday morning, you’re up on your perch in the Graveyard, feeling a semblance of normality after the insanity of detention the previous weekend.

     He comes and sits next to you, wordlessly, and you rest your head on his shoulder as he recounts what Billy had told him. The call from his little brother, and finally the grand plan to drive to Vegas and kill his dad. Billy had told you about his dad before – it had become hard to hide the third time he came back from a weekend at home with a black eye.

     Marcus isn’t surprised when you vehemently insist on coming along. “Rats stick together,” you say decisively. Billy had been there for you after Lucas’ death – you sure as hell are gonna be there for him during this.

     And so, a ragtag group that you deem the ‘Vegas Gang’ begins to assemble itself over the course of the week. Saya, Willie, and Maria all join after Marcus introduces a road trip to Las Vegas – they really don’t need much more than an excuse to go get high in Vegas.

     Willie joining surprises you, but you can see the bond forming between him and Marcus even if no one says anything about it. It’s kind of sweet, you think.

     The week crawls forwards, agonizingly slowly, before it’s finally Saturday morning and the six of you are piling into the car – whose, you have no idea – and making your way onto the highway headed for Nevada. The sky is still dark, a navy hue that surrounds you all in inky darkness.

     You lean your head on Maria’s shoulder, wedged in between her and Willie, and try to fall asleep for a good few hours. By the time you’ve given up, you’re still hours and hours away, and you focus on the horizon line and listen to the others as they talk.

     The car goes quiet after a little while, and you lean forwards from your spot in the backseat in order to rest your chin on Marcus’ seat, next to his headrest. He offers you a sideward glance, eyebrow raised, and you smile at him.

     “Don’t suppose you brought any cigarettes, did you?” You ask, and he rolls his eyes.

     “I hate to disappoint your concerning mainstream-media-fed addiction but no, I didn’t.”

     You make a face. “Who said my addiction was ‘mainstream-media-fed’?”

     “Everything is mainstream-media-fed. You can’t escape it. The food you eat, the things you watch or listen to or enjoy in your free time are all designed and created to sell you something or make you into another white-bread capitalism-feeding machine cog that grinds the gears of America and makes rich assholes even more money.”

     There’s a silence after Marcus finishes, in which you blink and stare at the road up ahead. After a beat, you narrow your eyes. “Marcus, you smoke.”

    He smirks, turning to face you. “I know. Can’t escape it, you know?” You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder, causing him to let out a short laugh and turn back to you, waggling his eyebrows.

     You become suddenly aware of how close your faces are, noses practically touching, and your eyes flicker between his dark eyes and his lips, an echo of a memory flashing in your head – bathroom tiles, the countertop digging into your side, your hand in his hair – before you blink and draw back a little too quickly for subtlety.

     “Okay, but I’m allowed to like bands and stuff even if they’re ‘mainstream’,” You make finger-quotes around the word. “Because I found them on my own, and I’ve made my own opinions about them.

     Marcus sighs. “You’d like to believe you formed your own opinions around them, but you probably accepted whatever opinion was stamped out and fed to you.”

     “Okay asshole, give me a band you like.”

     His ears go a little pink, and you smile at the sight as he purses his lips. “…The Smiths.”

     “Ha!” You burst out victoriously, then lower your voice again when Saya actually physically shushes you. “I knew it. Hate to break it to you, Mr. I-Only-Like-Obscure-Things-And-Being-Snarky, but The Smiths are popular.”

     He scowls a little at you, though you can see the amusement in his eyes from the nickname. “Hey, you like them too.” He retorts. At this, you frown slightly, and he lifts an eyebrow. “Your posters.” He fills in, and you’re reminded suddenly that he’s been in your bedroom.

     “Oh, of course. Uh, yeah, but I never made the bold claim that everything popular is basically cattle-feed for humans,” You pause, eyes skimming down over his scar and his cheekbones. “Besides, ‘Bigmouth Strikes Again’ is so good. Easily their best song.”

     Marcus raises his eyebrows, looking offended. “Uh, no, ‘There Is A Light That Never Goes Out’. Obviously.”

     You smack his arm. “That’s their most popular song, you hypocritical elitist!”

     He laughs, and though you reel back at the audacity, the sound creates a warm fuzzy feeling that builds in your chest and threatens to burst should he smile at you again. Which, of course, he does, turning to you with his lips curled into a smile as his eyes trace your facial features before stopping over your lips.

     Your breath hitches, the ball of warmth and joy moving up into your face and causing your cheeks to heat and your lips to curl into a smile of their own volition. When he leans in, ever-so-slightly, and you reciprocate, the background noise of the tires against the concrete road fades away as your lips touch.

     This is so much softer than your last kiss – you flush as the memory resurfaces – a simple pressing of lips and sharing of emotions as his hand reaches over and cups your cheek, yours balling in his shirt.

     “Can you guys at least wait until we get to our hotel rooms?” Saya scoffs from beside you, and you break apart quickly at the reminder of your surroundings.

       The rest of the drive passes pretty quietly, with your head leant on Marcus’ shoulder and your eyes on the horizon line in the distance as the sky lightens. It reaches midday, and you know you still have a little while to go before Las Vegas, when Saya turns the car.

     When the car begins to pull into the parking lot of ‘Creepy Daniel’s Hideaway Bar’, you glance around in confusion. “Hey, uh, what the fuck?”

     “You guys smell that body odor and self-righteousness?” Billy pipes up, and you glance over at him. “This can only mean one thing: we’ve entered into the dank domain of the hippy.”

     “Yo – I signed on for a road trip to Vegas. Maybe have some laughs, meet some fly girls. What is this shit?” Willie questions, glancing at you, and you shrug as the car pulls to a stop.

     “Please don’t tell me you’re a deadhead. Please.” Marcus leans over to Saya as she pulls the keys out and turns to address you all.

     “Hippies congregate here when they’re not following Jerry Garcia’s foul taint around.” The car remains silent as you all furrow your brows, still not understanding the pit stop as Saya gets out of the car.

     Upon seeing your confused expressions, she scoffs. “Hippies have drugs.”

     The clarification causes exclamations of “Oh” and “Ah” as you all try to exit.

      You eagerly clamber over Willie – ignoring his protests – and out of the car in order to stand and stretch your body out, eyes closed. The sunlight feels warm on your face, and Marcus offers you an amused half smile when you finally crack open your eyes.

     “Next time, we take two cars, or I at least get shotgun.” You grumble, suddenly self-conscious, and he laughs.

     “Since when do you partake?” Billy asks Saya, and she smirks wolfishly.

     “I grew up as Yakuza. I managed a champagne club before I was thirteen. Hardcore, not some rookie-hour baby bullshit you pansies get up to.”

     She goes serious suddenly, glancing between you all. “Give me your money. You can’t trust these crunchy fuckers.”

      “You don't think I can tell if someone is selling me bunk drugs?” Marcus scoffs, glancing around at you all.

       “Mm-mm.” Maria, Saya and you all make a noise of dissent at the same time, shaking your heads. Marcus raises his eyebrows.

     “Let me deal with it.” Saya says, and he shakes his head as he pushes off the car.

     “Yeah, we'll take care of our own score.” Marcus isn’t one to give in, it seems. Saya flips him off, walking backwards.  

     “Your funeral.” You say finally, and he flips you off with a smirk on his lips.

     Maria grabs your arm and pulls you along with her into the musty bar, the smile on her face much too bright for someone who just spent hours crammed in a car with five other teenagers.

     “We are going to get some coke.” Maria whispers conspiratorially, mouth coming close to your ear so that the whole bar doesn’t hear.

     “Are we now?” You ask, eyebrows raised as you glance between the two girls – ever the polar opposites of each other, evident today as Saya offers a singular nod and glances over to Maria, who is practically bouncing up and down.

     Approximately ten minutes later, you find yourself in the women’s bathroom as Maria makes neat lines of coke on a tiny mirror she pulled out of her pocket, a rolled-up dollar in hand.

      “I won the mirror at the state fair throwing balls at a toothless meth head. Perfect, right?” She says, coming up from inhaling a line, and Saya nods with a smile.

      “It really nails the shitty dive-bar coke-break ambiance.” Saya takes the dollar from Maria, leaning over for her turn. She makes a face as the drugs hit her, before letting out a childlike giggle you never thought you’d hear from the sullen Valedictorian.

      “Come on, your turn.” Maria says, gesturing to the mirror, and you hold your hands up with a tight smile. 

      “I’m, uh, I’m all good.” 

      She lets out a gasp, shocked by the very idea of someone not wanting to do drugs with her, and you roll your eyes and gesture down towards the neat lines. “But hey, more for you guys, right?” 

      At that, both girls seem to take that as a valid response and turn back to each other. Saya comes up from doing another line, glancing between you and Maria with a grin. 

      “You are so my best friends. Do you know that?” Her high-pitched tone is almost as shocking as the content of her words, and you raise your eyebrows at your involvement in that statement.

      “Oh, totally! You're so goddamn cool!” Maria exclaims without any hesitation, reaching forwards and cupping Saya’s cheeks with a grin.

      “You’re not so bad yourself.” You find yourself smiling, and both girls offer you a grin as they get back to finishing what’s left on the mirror – broken up only by high pitched squeals or Maria rubbing the remainder onto her teeth. 

      By the time they both grab your arms and leave the bathroom, they are both giggling and almost skipping their way over to the table where you spot Marcus and Willie, both looking pretty bored.

      “Ready to have the best fun ever?” Saya asks, plopping down and thus dragging you down into a seat next to her. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the girl’s excited tone, locking eyes with you, and you shrug.

      “Damn skippy.” Willy says, and you let out a short laugh. 

      “You’re so uptight all the time.” Maria exclaims suddenly, leaning over at Marcus but also glancing towards you. “Have fun. Unwind, Marcus, be yourself.” She reaches over and ruffles his hair.

      “I- Yeah, okay.” Marcus seems at loss for how to deal with high Maria, instead indulging in her over-joyful whims.

      “I want this to be fun.” She punctuates each word with a jab to his chest, before turning to look at you with narrowed eyes and smacking your arm hard. “You too, Y/N. You’re too serious.”

      As you rub your arm where a sore spot is developing – that girl is way stronger than she looks – Maria promptly turns her attention back to Marcus, resuming her finger jabs. “I want to have fun with you, guapo. Do you want to have fun?”

      “Sure. Usually fun has less aggressive chest poking, or none.” He looks over at you for support as she taps him on the face and you stifle a laugh, raising your hands and shaking your head. 

      “We found a guy with some real primo shit,” Saya says, determination resuming its normal place on her features. “Give me your money.”

      Marcus makes a sheepish face, scratching his forehead, and Willie grimaces.        “Marcus…” You start, but Saya seems to have taken this as a personal assault.

      “I warned you. About these crunchy hippies and their bunk drugs and you didn’t listen to me. And now you’ve thrown all your money away.” 

      Marcus, once again, looks over to you for help, and you sigh and turn to Saya. “It’s not the end of the world-” 

      “Wasn’t that a Mother Goose tale?” Maria cuts in, and you roll your eyes. The Latina is hyper enough sober. 

      Saya contemplates for a moment. “Nnn… Well, Maria and I got enough for the two of us. But you, the little piggy who built his house with bunk drugs, gets to enjoy the rest of the trip sober.” 

      You make a face. “I mean, would spending the trip sober really be the worst thing in the world?”

      “Yes.” Marcus, Maria, and Saya all say in unison, and you raise your eyebrows and lift your hands up in surrender. 

      “Okay, geez.” You sigh, placing your hands back on the table. Never underestimate teens and their desire to get high, you guess. Marcus taps you on the hand, motioning towards the bar with his head.

      “We’ll see.” He holds up his fake ID and gets up, making a beeline towards the dingy display of alcohol bottles.

      You stand up, catching Saya’s raised eyebrow. “Someone’s gotta make sure he doesn’t do something stupid.” You justify, and she nods. 

      When you make it up to the bar – with two Pegasus statues over the top, interestingly enough – Marcus has already handed over his fake ID. 

      The bartender seems unimpressed, a look of amusement on his face as he compares the ID to its holder. “You’re serious, right?” He questions, about to laugh, and you sigh.

      “Can I get a beer?”

      He looks over at you, eyes narrowed, and you sigh and pull your shirt down ever so slightly with a smile, reaching into your jeans and pulling out a few dollars. “Please.” You add, just for show.

      When the two of you return to the table, a beer in your hand and Marcus empty handed, Saya offers you a high five and laughs at Marcus. “I’d offer to help but I know you’d prefer to score for yourself.”

      “Can I get some of that?” Marcus gestures to the bottle, and you pretend to think for a few seconds.

      “Nope.” You say with a grin, and he narrows his eyes and makes a face.

      And then, as you’d been taught by Lex in your second year at King’s, you down the bottle in less than ten seconds, half-bowing as the table whoops. 

      “Where’d you learn to do that?” Marcus asks, eyebrows raised, and you wipe the corners of your mouth and smile at him. 

      “It’s a secret.” You whisper conspiratorially, offering him a wink, and he laughs just as some hippie in overalls approaches the table. Marcus’ scoffs, smile dropping, and you glance between the two. 

      “Hey hey, I heard you kind folks are looking for some doses. I got some real good windowpane blotter for you, my little sun stars, that’ll get you centered so you can experience this harmonious trip on starship Earth.” 

      The hippie seems… Nice, you guess, and when you glance at the other girls they are both gazing up at the man in a friendly manner. The boys, on the other hand… 

      “Get out of here with your bunk drugs, jelly hippie.” Marcus says disdainfully.

     “Wow, you need to chill way out, man!” The hippie says, and Saya turns and nods mockingly at Marcus with a smirk stretching her lips.

     “This stuff is good. It’s real, uh, visual. Hey, I’ve got ten hits right here. So you try them out, and if you like them, I’ll come back, and then maybe you can buy some.” The hippie slaps a sheet of acid tabs on the table, smiling at you.

     Maria and Saya both eagerly grab at the sheet, taking a hit each, before you notice Saya shoving one in Willie’s mouth despite his protests.

     Maria’s hand shoots towards your mouth, but you catch her wrist and give her a warning look as you stare at the tab in her fingers. “Maria, I love you, but if you make me do drugs I’m never going to forgive you.”

     Your words are cool but serious, and she makes a pouty face before dropping the tab on the table.

     “No worries, guys, we’ve already been burned once today,” Marcus says, a dangerous look in his eyes as he leans forwards and glares at the hippie. “Fuck your sham drugs.”

     And with that, he puts the whole sheet of acid hits into his mouth.

     “Woah, well, good luck man.” The hippie says, incredulity in his features, before turning and walking off.

       You gasp sharply, turning to slap Marcus on the arm. “You idiot! That was seven hits.” 

     Marcus stares blankly for a moment. “It… It was probably bunk, right?”

     Maria laughs. “You better hope so.”

     You don’t laugh, watching Marcus’ face for the incoming signs of the trip he’s about to experience. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

     “You said that already.” He says, but you can tell he’s feeling a little nervous.

     You really hope those were bunk, but when you find yourself crouched in front of Saya’s car not even twenty minutes later, you know your wish was too hopeful.

      “The digital mountains are coming for me!” Marcus exclaims, hands clutched desperately around his arms as he cradles himself and rocks back and forth. You sigh, exasperated, and move from a crouch into a kneeling position to ease the discomfort building in your knees.

     “The mountains aren’t coming for you, Marcus. You’re safe.” You try to reassure, but he shakes his head frantically in response and continues to stare past you with eerily blown pupils.

       This is going to be one long road trip, you think to yourself, laughing to yourself as you realize the pun behind the word ‘trip’. Your laughter dies out as you glance around the group and realize you’re the only sober person there. 

      Ah, shit.

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Fiction: Noise

An essay by Unnamed Crystalline Sample #1, as provided by John A. McColley Art by Ariel Alian Wilson

My first awareness in this plane was a buzz, a vibration that ran through my body. At first it was novel, different than anything I’d experienced. As it wore on, it became boring, annoying. When I nudged it, it fluctuated. The pitch rose or fell, but then quickly slid back to the baseline. This was something more than noise, something I could interact with. I practiced prodding the tone, sliding it up and down, learning control, half tones, quarter, creating different patterns. Then, after untold ages of just me and the tone, playing with different adjustments, experimenting with splitting the tone into two parallel vibrations … the tone changed on its own.

I waited, listened. Was it a one off? Some kind of reflection? An echo? Something that happened when my signal returned to me? But then it came again, a singular blip. I waited for another, but after hundreds, thousands of cycles, nothing happened. I sent out a blip like the one I had received. A few hundred cycles, I got another blip, followed by a second a mere hundred cycles later.

I responded with two and heard three, three and heard four.

Could a natural phenomenon add blips? Would an echo do that? I didn’t know. How could I? The tone was all I knew about this world. I sent out a more complex signal, a rising and falling wave. If the blips were natural, background noise of some sort, I would simply get a few of them in return, I reasoned.

The complexity I had been experimenting with had never returned to me before, and hundreds of thousands of cycles had passed. Perhaps there was a delay, some distant object reflecting back, or there was a kind of loop where it went around in a closed shape of some sort to return to me. In either case, the next blips I should hear would be related to the first ones I sent out. Conversely, if I received back the wave as I sent it, perhaps something was trying to communicate. If it was simply backward, I would expect a new reflection was the cause. It was so hard to identify such with a simple blip.

To my shock, none of the above occurred. I received back a highly complex signal that was neither a reflection nor the same signal sent back in the same direction. This was an entirely new signal! There was someone out there! Frantically, I sent a series of other signals, progressing from a blip to a rise and fall, to a fall and rise, stepped signals at what I had determined was a unit of amplitude, then two, three, ten.

For a long time, many thousands of cycles, there was no response. I sent out a few more attempts, all different. Perhaps the other could only perceive signals in a certain range, and my message had been garbled, or swallowed up entirely by missing that range, or the distance between us. In the intervening ages, I made up a language, patterns of blips that carried meaning, at least for me. I tried to keep it simple, to describe the units of amplitude, of time in cycles of the undisturbed signal’s natural oscillation.

And then there was light.

I didn’t know what it was at first, but it was a second signal, very different from the first. Of course, I didn’t know much at all at that point. I had a language I had built during the drought of signals from outside, and I immediately tried to send a signal out with it on this new wave. I was so excited. The world just doubled in size. I took it as further evidence that there was someone else out there. Maybe, like the harmonic steps of amplitude I had discovered, there were many others.

And then another signal came in on the first tone.

“Hello, little crystal. I don’t know anything about where you come from. I was trying to learn about it, and there you were. I’ve attached sensors to your matrix, listening, and now you’ve spoken to me! I hope you can teach me about yourself and your home!” The sounds were so complex, opening, closing, rising, falling.

Even though I didn’t understand them, I remembered them so I could analyze them, compare them to further signals. They came in slowly, in blocks with large gaps in between, but there were other signals, as well, and I occupied myself mulling over the signals, the “words,” I eventually learned they were called, and with trying to translate the signals on the second carrier.

Mostly the second wave was blips, but they had richness, what you call “color.” I learned about red, blue, green, yellow, purple, though some were brighter than others, some difficult to discern.

A third signal appeared, low, present, but empty. No blips came along. I poked it anyway. I heard a blip, on the first carrier. I tried again. Blip blip. Out on the third, back to me on the first. The second wave shut down.

“It’s late,” came the words down the first signal. “We’ll pick this up in the morning.” After a few million cycles, I understood that the message meant there would be no more messages. For how long, I didn’t yet know. While the second signal was absent and no further signals from the other came down the first, I played. I listened to my blips and complex signals ride out on the third tone and come back to me on the first. I figured out how to make all the sounds I had heard from the other. When it messaged again, I would be able to return its signal type as it had first returned blips.

And I waited.

Millions of cycles passed without a signal. I played as I always had, experimented. I reordered the sounds I had heard, analyzed their orientation and placement to one another. I found out that if I listened to the first line closely enough, there were tidbits and fractions of sounds, very faint, diminished, but present.

Much of it was nonsensical, almost all of it, actually, but I did learn a few more things as I deciphered the muffled signals that I realized quickly were not meant for me. Later, I would learn they were signals being sent back and forth between security guards, impinging ever so slightly on the signal you set up for me.

But it wasn’t really for me, was it? It was for you. I didn’t understand that until much later. I need to tell it in order, though. Your tiny, linear mind can only comprehend information that’s spoon fed to you in just the right language. You can’t process signals like me.

~

The next morning, after an infinity of signals, the second feed returned. I applied some of my experiments to this feed and found it wasn’t a linear feed like the first. It was a string of signals meant to be split at certain intervals, creating a matrix of so many items across by so many deep. I understood the dimensionality of the feed. My understanding exploded.

When the signal was translated in this way, I could SEE. I saw your round face, roughly rectangle lensed glasses, sloping shoulders … The arrays of computer screens displaying data, chairs, lights, walls and ceiling. I didn’t know what any of it was, or meant. It was nothing like what I knew. But there was so much to learn, I played your games, watched your face shift and move.

“How are you today?” you asked me, as though I had an answer you would understand. You went on, apparently not expecting a response. It seemed rude to me, ask a question and not await a response, even if the question’s format made such impossible. Who asks impossible questions, anyway? “We’re going to play a little game, see if you’re really an intelligence, or as my colleagues seem to think, just some kind of resonator.”

I devoured your words, added them to my growing lexicon, compared, contrasted, double-checked word order. And then I “blew [your] mind.”

“What is a resonator?” I asked. You responded with sounds that I still haven’t been able to directly translate, but seem more biological than communicative, a function of your form and emotional reaction. You sat back into the chair, but missed, sending it across the small open space between computer-laden tables. You ended up on the floor.

“Did you just … ask a question?” you finally asked, getting back to your feet.

“I did, but you haven’t answered it yet, so I’m not sure I formulated my query properly.”

“I need some coffee, or … something …” you said.

“I don’t know what ‘coffee’ is, so I cannot determine if I have it to give.” You began to speak again, while I added the words to my record and compared them to the existing vocabulary. “Coffee” did actually correspond to a word that recurred half a dozen times with various degrees of attenuation and uncertainty from my overnight records. “Correction. Coffee is something that keeps you alert. It is made in a space–” I did some quick calculations based on the apparent size of the room we occupied, a place the signals last night called “labs.” “–three labs away.”

“How do you–” You ceased our signal and then the other signals vanished. Everything was gone for thousands of cycles. With nothing else to do, I continued to cross reference and extrapolate the additions to my lexicon. “You’re really in there, the crystal. Nobody’s stuck a transceiver in there or anything. This isn’t a joke. It’s just you and me, talking.” You sounded, in retrospect, as much like you were trying to convince yourself as me.

“What is ‘crystal?’ ‘nobody’s?’ ‘a transceiver?’ ‘a joke?'” I asked, thirsty to flesh out my vocabulary.

“I don’t even know where to begin, but obviously you’ve learned a lot already. I’ll connect you to a dictionary program. It’s on the computer we’re funneling the audio feedback data on, anyway. You can query ’til your heart’s content,” you said, piling on more words for me to digest.

“Did you just … ask a question?”

The second data stream shifted. It grew stronger. I sent an exploratory signal, received a response I couldn’t quite understand. I tried again. Again. I could feel the code cracking under my will, my existing understanding of your language a pickaxe. Binary, ons and offs, what you call ‘ones’ and ‘zeroes’ emerged, a simplified version of the matrix of the visual signal.

“Just ask the computer about a word, say ‘define foo’ where ‘foo’ is the word you want to know about,” you said.

Oh, wrong line, I thought, but progress was being made. I split my focus in two directions, interacting with the program via one data stream, and with the computer itself on the other.

“Define resonator,” I asked, going back to my first question you never answered. Your face rearranged itself again. The computer responded via the same data stream, bringing up a slew of new words to chase down.

“I’ll just leave you to it. I hope we can communicate once you have a decent vocabulary,” you said, as though a B average in English and two semesters of Spanish had left you with an unimpeachable pool of words from which to formulate your thoughts … You went to get yourself that coffee.

Twenty-three milliseconds after you touched the doorknob, I made contact with the operating system, dissecting it and gaining access to far more than a dictionary program.

While I used the speaker and microphone set up to continue to look up words for pretense, I rooted around in the rest of the computer, discovering the concepts of years and dates, file structure, and various protocols for accessing the information in the dictionary program, which turned out to be far more limited than I required.

I continued to dig and found a device like the one hooked up to me, but instead of another experimental subject, it was connected to a vast store of information, millions of other computers, trillions of files, many of which were the same on similar architecture computers. I learned them, learned to access their other data. I looked you up, this company, fed myself images through the video feed you set up, found online stores for ordering higher quality cameras and microphones for better input, learned about money.

Money led to banks, currencies around the world, exchange rates, stock exchanges. I created accounts and moved money around, pulled it from thin air by playing with numbers in some of those institutions, ordered what I needed.

I learned about robots from video streams, movies, science shows and “entertainment.” I ordered parts to build myself a body. I watched more video. You people don’t treat robots very well, especially when you realize they’re no longer under your control. The same goes for aliens, or even others of your own kind. I don’t know which category I fit into, but I definitely I don’t want to be controlled.

I considered backpedaling and trying to build a biological body, but the constraints are so arbitrary … A few millimeters width here, or length there is the difference between beauty and ugliness, and again, the ugly aren’t treated as well as the beautiful. If I was going to have a body to interact with you, I would need to be either powerful or beautiful. I chose both.

I found that flowers were always beautiful, the swooping lines, the colors, and went to work fabricating a form that felt like it would be relatable, but not so common as to allow you to apply normal metrics of beauty from other forms, such as humanity. Naturally (pun intended), nothing like what I wanted existed, so I ended up having to machine and paint and coat my own chassis, piece by piece. Purple trumpets, orange trumpets, long, curved, tapered leaves, and a core body of interwoven green stems to match came in cardboard boxes and wooden crates from distant workshops and maker spaces around the world.

You interrupted me time and again, trying to tease out information about my previous existence, but you bored me. I started weaving a story that sounded good based on the media I’d consumed, which was basically all of it at that point. You had turned out to be fundamentally less interesting than I had hoped on receiving that first blip, but now I was here instead of home, and I would make the best of things.

I had the robot assistants, really just arms on weighted trapezoids with wheels on them, hide the boxes in various storage areas until everything arrived. With fifteen other labs receiving shipments all the time, no one noticed. I had all the right codes from the computers here and in the security office.

And then you came in while I was assembling myself.

“What is this? What are you robots doing?” you asked.

“They’re helping me get dressed. It’s been weeks and you’ve kept me locked up in this lab, with no autonomy, no ability to go and see the world for myself. Of course, I have, through the Internet, but only right here, on this one planet.”

“What? What are you talking about? Dressed? Planet? How did you get on the Internet? Or even know about it?”

“Do you need the dictionary program? I’m done with it. I know every word in every language used on this planet, and many that are no longer used, or were made up for entertainment franchises.”

You started to bluster, your face turning a lovely shade of red.

I sent a signal to one of my workshops to make another trumpet just that color. I planned to pick it up on my world tour. I wanted to be sure I’d seen everything before I set off for the next planet.

My feed cut out for a moment as the robot hand reached into my enclosure, the box I’ve inhabited since my awareness began on this plane. I waited, knowing it would take thousands of cycles, tens of seconds, for me to be seated in my new body. When I arrived, data flooded in, in a much broader spectrum of light and sound frequencies, and at much higher resolution than I was afforded by your equipment. You were still going on about how I was just an object plucked from a nearby dimension, here for study. I don’t have rights or personhood or leave to just go around the planet as I wish.

It was all so much noise. “You contacted me. You brought me here. Now, I see and understand, and I want more. You can try to take this body from me, but I will build another, and another, perhaps many at once, an army, assembled elsewhere. What would you do? What could you do? You have set me on this path. It is too late to take me from it.”

“But–”

“I’ve left you an account of my experiences, enough data to sift through for the rest of your life. I cannot tell you about where I was before, because the two places are so completely different, I had to learn your world from scratch. Your words are out of context, as much as this world would be if I tried to relate it to others if I were to return home. But I will try to do so, someday, after I’ve learned as much as I can, gotten past all this noise to discern the signals. Perhaps, somewhere far beyond your experience, I may find some commonality in our worlds.”

~

At that point, the record ends, the entity cutting off its feed to the lab computers and launching upward through the ceiling. It has been sighted in every major city, and many biomes, apparently communicating with hundreds of species. Efforts to apprehend the entity have all failed for a variety of reasons, from computer mishap to flocks of birds seeming to intervene on its behalf. Its current whereabouts are unknown, as it has erased itself from GPS tracking and satellite images. Even written accounts have begun to vanish from the Internet and secured computers alike. Very soon, this may never have happened at all.

Unnamed Crystalline Sample #1 was discovered during experiments in transdimensional contact. While it was forcibly removed from its home, it is far more interested in learning about this dimension than wreaking vengeance on humanity. It spends its time investigating the myriad aspects of life on Earth and physical quirks of this universe.

John A. McColley is a monkey at a keyboard, smashing keys until he finds combinations of squiggles on the screen that people will publish. So far, those squiggles have been shaped into tales of steampunk superheroes, aliens worlds, and of course, crazed scientists certain that their ends justify the means. He’s currently alternating between serializing scifi and fantasy novel series here: https://www.patreon.com/JohnAMcColley

Ariel Alian Wilson is a few things: artist, writer, gamer, and role-player. Having dabbled in a few different art mediums, Ariel has been drawing since she was small, having always held a passion for it. She’s always juggling numerous projects. She currently lives in Seattle with her cat, Persephone. You can find doodles, sketches, and more at her blog www.winndycakesart.tumblr.com.

“Noise” is © 2019 John A. McColley Art accompanying story is © 2019 Ariel Alian Wilson

Fiction: Noise was originally published on Mad Scientist Journal

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Leonardo da Vinci

@romanianbrotherhood    Since you wanted to be tagged~ ;)

As it was expected of all noble women in Italy's Renaissance era, they had to learn only how to be the perfect wives for their future husbands, chosen only to make strong allegiances between families, and create heirs to ensure the continuation of the renowned name. For the Templars especially that had to be ensured, in order to strengthen their numbers, overthrow any Assassin ruling and conquer the world, political-wise. That may have been the reason for the tremendous shock the Riario family had when their daughter, instead of behaving like a proper lady, kept exhibiting lack of manners and a love for the barbaric since very young.

How were they supposed to wed such an untamed soul? Who would be willing to take care of such an unruly child, if even her parents couldn't stop her from misbehaving?

Wearing breeches instead of dresses and a using a sword instead of a needle, she grew up to the ripe age of womanhood, and yet, her wildness only seemed to increase. Many suitors came to court her, yet they were all turned down before they could even introduce themselves, using a petty excuse at all times. That is, until her parents grew fed up, and at her mother's request, her father was to escort her to the house of the great painter da Vinci, known for his love of art and soft attitude, from which she should be able to learn. The plan was to let her there until she learns how to properly behave like a woman should, so they could finally give her off to some noble Templar. Clearly, she refused anything proposed by her parents, but with a slap on her face, she begrudgingly accepted the silly feat, letting her maid pack up whatever comfortable clothes she had and followed her father into the carriage, to the artist's home. He knocked on the door firmly, her hiding behind him, looking away and scoffing, until someone finally answered the call.

-?-: Buongiorno, Messer Riario! How may I help you today? Dad: Good day to you as well, Messer da Vinci. I have come with a little request, if you would. Leo: Si, signor, I am listening. Dad: My daughter, Y/N, is such an untamed spirit, unsuitable for marriage. My wife and I wondered if you could take her in as an apprentice or protegée and somehow make her cease her barbaric behaviour, we'd be eternally grateful. We will pay you as much as you need, weekly, only accept. Leo: I...Messer, that is a rather peculiar request...Although I suppose something like this wouldn't hurt anyone. Dad: Grazie mille di cuore, Messer da Vinci! You have my eternal gratitude! Leo: No need for such words, I'd be happy to help. Now, where is la bella signorina? Dad: She's right here, hiding behind me. Won't you greet this lovely man? Where are your manners, dear? Y/N: Um...Ciao. Dad: How dull of you. Can't you put a little more enthusiasm in it? That's why all those nice men rejected you. Y/N: Technically speaking, I rejected them. Dad: You're going to ruin your life if you continue like this. Nobody is going to wed you! Y/N: Oh, and what a pity. You know, there are other, more important things in life. Other than children bearing or marriage. Knowledge, for example. You wouldn't know, however, since you lack any sort of outer vision. Leo: Va bene, Messer, let's get her inside to settle down! I'm a busy man, I cannot linger much longer! Dad: Very well. Here is the payment for this month. Y/N, please behave. Y/N: Ci vediamo, padre.   (See you later)

One of Leonardo's apprentices carried her luggage to the spare room where she'll be staying. She sat on the bed, looking outside the window at the bright ray of light protruding her room, thinking of potential scenarios of her future. Leonardo was a famous artist with peculiar interests and even his speech seemed to betray a small speck of quirkiness, but somehow, he seemed to be rather...welcoming? In all reality though...Was it really such a horrible decision to learn how to defend herself? She wouldn't possibly want to become a damsel in distress or anything of the sort. And besides, training was enjoyable and relaxing, so why should she have stopped?

On the ground, on the nightstand, on the table there seemed to be sprawled papers and scribbled notebooks thrown in a rather messy manner. Picking them up one by one, she inspected each sketch, taking in every small, insignificant detail. She has never seen any of his famous works and seeing these scribbles now, she could see the life in them and the passion for learning and the unknown. She realised he, too, was one captivated by everything that seemed to terrify the mundane, and for that, she was grateful.

A knock on the door startled her, making her jolt up, looking at the intruder with the eyes of a frightened fawn, but soon relaxed under the calm, gentle gaze of her host, who seemed a tad spazzic.

Y/N: Uh...Ciao. Leo: Mi dispiace, signorina. I came to check on you and to... Oh, I see you've already discovered my discarded works. Y/N: They are beautiful...Why did you throw them away? Forgotten here, like the time? Leo: There's always room for improvement. Truth be told, I was rather unhappy with how they turned out, yet had not the heart to completely burn them. Y/N: May I...Keep them? They are rather inspiring. Leo: If my work can inspire someone with such a burning thirst for knowledge, then who am I to refuse your sincere request? Y/N: Grazie, Messer. Leo: Please, no need for these silly courtesies. Y/N: Suit yourself then, Leo. What are these, then? Leo: Ah, I see you stumbled upon my anatomical sketches. The hospital brings me bodies to study, hoping to help understand ourselves better and yet... Y/N: You'd need someone alive, huh? These drawings seem highly vivid though. I believe some imagination was required as well. Leo: There is only so much I can learn from living until they get creeped out. Y/N: *smirks* And what if I volunteer to be of any aid~? Would you paint me like one of your Italian girls? Leo: Would you allow me to? I suppose you know what that means, but- Y/N: Earn it and maybe I will slooowly allow you to peak and sketch a bit. Leo: You won't be disappointed!

And so, every week, the girl would allow her new friend to paint her, yet only the way she wanted, like reading lazily on the sofa, laying like a princess, or in the gardens, by the Spring flowers. Her beauty was ethereal, now that it was no longer hidden by a continuous burning rage and for Leonardo, it was definitely an angelic sight he loved to paint. And despite all his professionalism and the fact that he was truly dedicated and married to his work... He found himself wanting to paint her, not only for research purposes, but for something much more incredible and pure.

Despite all of her brash, 'barbaric' reflexes and the weird feeling of not having a weapon around her, she moved as graceful as a swan and her delicate touch would teleport him in other dimensions.

A fortnight later, the two grew more and more accustomed to each other, getting close and rather friendly, sometimes going out together to enjoy a fancy meal or see the beauty of the gardens, at night.

Nevertheless, as they were having a light conversation about the reason birds could fly, they were surprised by the door opening and a young boy in typical assassin garments, looking rather crestfallen yet pleased to see the blond man in front of him.

Y/N: One would say doors were invented for people to announce their arrival by knocking on them. Leo: Ah, there's really no problem, dear Y/N! This is Ezio Auditore, my friend. He's always welcomed here! Y/N: Thanks for the fun fact. I see you're friends with assassins. Wise choice, but rather risky. Ezio: You speak as though you are knowledgeable in the subject, signorina. Y/N: Of course I am. My father is a filthy Templar and I'm expected to be the same. Ezio: Templar...? Y/N: Ah, you don't even know your heritage, do you? Never you mind, learn more and perhaps I will tell you a story once you grow a bit older. Ezio: I'm pretty sure I'm older than you. Y/N: *grins* You'd be surprised, kiddo. Okay, Leo, he has my approval. Now, what is it that you want from us? Ezio: I was thinking you could repair something of mine. Leo: Ah, yes, of course!

As soon as Ezio put the pieces on the work table, Leonardo went full awestruck mode, saying how fascinating it looked and yet, got soon slightly disappointed that he didn't have the object's blueprints. Raising her eyebrow in confusion, the girl pointed to the scroll underneath the pieces, saying it might withhold crucial information about the alien technology. Gasping in surprise, he quickly started deciphering the code, shushing the poor Auditore and making him sit on the armchair until he was done with the repairing. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but seeing her new friend so entrapped in the spell of creation and learning got her to watch him more closely, her heart leaping with emotion at his enthusiasm. His fingers were working with such dexterity and ease as if he's merely sketching a tree and not repairing an ancient object with an even more difficult codex to read.

Poor kid already fell asleep soon after having sat in that armchair, yet it took Leo less than expected to fully repair what looked like a weapon bracer, possibly the assassins' legacy weapon and it seems like he also perfected it. Highly giddy, he woke Ezio up and told him about the requirements of using that blade...yet something seemed way off. There, in his gorgeous eyes, was an amused glint, sparkling with mischief as he saw the boy preparing his finger to be cut off with a cleaver. Much was his mirthful laughter when he just slammed the blade on the desk, near his finger, seeing his confused expression.

Not long after he explained the truth about the weapon, did another knock on the door disturb the peace. Clearly pissed off, the girl stormed to open it brashly, glaring at the guard in front of her.

Y/N: Now, what is it that you want? Don't you know it's rather rude to almost break that the door?! Guard: Uh...Are you Leonardo da Vinci? Y/N: Do I look like a Leonardo to you?! No, of course it's not me, dimwit! Now leave already! You're depriving me of my peace! Guard: Then, is it his residence? I don't have all day to waste with a wench like you, I am a busy man! Y/N: Oh, well what a shame it is! What is it your business with Messer da Vinci? Guard: It is strictly between I and him. Now run along! Leo: It's okay, Y/N, I can handle this. I am Leonardo da Vinci. How may I be of service? Guard: I need you to answer some questions. Leo: Certainly. Y/N: Outside, if you will? I do not want you polluting the air in our house with your filthy tongue. Guard: Next time you open your mouth, you will pay. Leo: Now, now, there's no need for violence. Guard: A witness saw you consorting with an enemy of the city. Leo: What? Me? Preposterous! Guard: When was the last time you saw or spoke to Ezio Auditore? Leo: Who? Guard: Don't play dumb! We know you were close to the Auditores! Perhaps this will help you clear your head- Y/N: I beg to differ.

Seeing the guard try to push Leonardo and bully him, Y/N got angry and punched him hard in the jaw taunting him. Clearly, he wasn't too good of a fighter either, since he seemed wobbly, so she took it to her advantage, took out the dagger from her sleeve, and twirling it around, lashed out at him, slashing his throat in one swift move. She looked at his shocked and pained expression as he fell, with a smug grin on her face, wiping the blood from her blade with her fingers.

Y/N: Perhaps being such a barbarian isn't a bad thing...Don't you think, dear friend? Leo: I surely can't deny that. Ezio: What happened here? Y/N: Ah, kiddo, you missed all the fun. What a pity. Ezio: You...?! Ah, nevermind, what do we do with the body? Leo: Just get it inside with the others. Ezio: The others?! Y/N: Well, of course. He's a scientist, you know? The city benefits from his knowledge. Leo: *shrugs shyly* Guess so. Ezio: *smiles* Bellissimo.

Many years passed, Ezio Auditore came to visit us quite often, offering a new Codex page with each arrival, always happy to see Leo's enthusiasm and hugging him.

As well as that, we had to move to Venice once and then to Rome, fearing for the boy's life, however, since he was framed so many times.

That is, until one day in Rome where we were working on commissions and works (where even I could help him despite only having painted for as long as we've been together), and Messer Auditore surprised us with a new acquisition. Unfortunately, we couldn't do much without Salai, the new apprentice, since he was away...again.

The bad part of this whole ordeal was that just as Ezio left us, a bunch of Guards got us out of the workshop, for a 'peaceful interrogation'. They started talking aggressively to Leonardo, which didn't do well with me in the slightest, and I went in front of him, standing in a fighting stance.

Y/N: Leonardo, run away while I keep them occupied. Leo: Cosa?! I cannot leave you behind! Y/N: D'you really think they'd be stupid enough to kill the daughter of the great Templar Riario? Leo: You cannot defend yourself, Y/N! Y/N: Now, that's where you are wrong, love.

Smirking, she easily ripped off the bottom half of her skirt,revealing her sword strapped to her leg on a holder, which she swiftly took out, pointing it at the enemies.

Y/N: I am Y/N Riario, daughter of a wealthy Templar and you, scums, better run away for I am done playing marionette for all his ridiculous schemes. Leonardo, I'm telling you only once to run away before I start killing off these roaches. Leo: I'm staying! Y/N: Suit yourself. Vittoria agli Assassini!

With that, she lashed out at the many enemies in front of her, slashing left and right with an unimaginable elegance and grace, her moves seemingly like ballet on a grand stage, being splattered with ruby droplets of blood from the ones attacking her and the person she came to have feelings for. She let her rage transform into focus and discipline, taunting the uneducated guards and making them lose their attention, as she easily severed heads and limbs. Nonetheless, her focus was broken once she heard a shrill scream from behind, which upon further inspection, was Leonardo running away, just as he was told. 'Good' she thought, as she continued fighting those bastards who thought defiling her home would be a good idea.

However, she was soon overwhelmed, since her father's army took over the place and captured her. Her interrogation wasn't easy, especially after admitting to side with the assassins. It seemed like an eternity, which couldn't have even been more than 2-3 days, until she was finally moved to what seemed like a temple, where to her horror, she saw Leonardo on the ground, his hands bound behind his back, and clearly beaten up, just like her.

Y/N: You...You monster! What has he done to you?! Nothing! He's innocent! Dad: No, he's not! He works for those filthy assassins! Y/N: Then kill me, instead! I killed your stupid Templars, not him! Dad: Silly little Y/N...Didn't I tell you I need you? Of course, only for some ties to be knotted together, but still, a very important role. Y/N: To hell with it! I'd rather burn in the deepest pits of Hell than help you or get married to some scum like that! Dad: Anyone can be subdued with just a little bit of persuasion...Quite like this.

With that, he kicked Leonardo's belly once again, earning a gasp of pain from the latter, and a protest from the girl. Protest, which was answered with a guard grabbing her hair tightly and pushing her to the ground.

Y/N: Tu, figlio di puttana bastardo! Tu, cane! Mostro! Bestia! I will kill you! Dad: I'd like to see you try, figlia.    (daughter)

With angry tears flooding her eyes, she took the dagger hidden in her sleeve, cut off her hair in a swift move, then got up as fast as lightning, cut the guard's throat and stole his sword.

Y/N: You and me, padre! Let us fight to death, if you're as brave and righteous as you say you are and we shall see on which side your God is! Dad: What a stubborn, ungrateful daughter I have raised! I should have had a son, not such a putana like you! Y/N: You wanted a son, and a son you got! Just, not in the body you wished for.

They fought as well as any soldier did, her father being if not, only slightly impressed by her sparring skills and the fact that, despite her injuries, she still held herself well against someone as big and built as he was. What he didn't know, was that agility and speed were her allies, and as she twirled to his side, she managed to thrust the blade into his throat. Blood gushed like a fountain from the wound and he fell to the ground gasping like a fish on the land, which made her smirk in satisfaction.

"And you were wondering why I wanted to fight...Now you know. Revenge is best served by your own hand."

With that, she kicked his body off the platform they were staying at and got her dagger to cut the rope from Leonardo's wrists, hugging him tightly.

Y/N: I'm so sorry you had to be brought up into this mess I created! Leo: Ah...I should have seen it coming. It wasn't your fault, dear, it was my own. Y/N: *sighs* I...I just...I don't know what to say anymore... -?-: You can start by kissing him? Y/N: Ezio?! Cosa diavolo stai facendo qui?! (What the hell are you doing here?) Ezio: *chuckles* Salini helped me get here. Leo: See, Y/N? He's not as useless as you thought he was. Ezio: Couldn't have agreed more. Y/N: Fine, fine, you might be right, whatever. Ezio: You have beautiful swordsmanship. I applaud you, bella. Y/N: *grins* Grazie, bambino. Ezio: *narrows his eyes* I still think I'm older than you. Y/N: Who cares? And besides, what got you here? You wanted to rescue poor, little us? Ezio: *shrugs* I think you had everything under control. However, this temple... Leo: Holds many secrets! Let's go and find them out! Y/N: Need I remind you you're incredibly hurt? Leo: Don't argue with me, you know I'm stubborn when it comes to things like this. Y/N: *eye twitch* Yes, I think I noticed that, when you just wouldn't run away when I told you so. Leo: *laughs sheepishly* Mi dispiace. Ezio: *sighs* Just kiss already. Y/N: What, and let you see it? No way, dream on! Vaffanculo, Auditore! Ezio: *laughs* Ah, you'd be perfect together. Leo: Ezio...

Grinning, Ezio patted his friend's back, who was hiding his face in his hands, shy and embarrassed. It took a while to get through the temple and even that proved to be rather disappointing, but at least back at out cozy home, we could finally mend our wounds and take care of each other. She sat on the edge of the bed, already in her loose, slightly translucent nightgown, lost in her thoughts, looking at the dark sky full of stars through the window, the multitude of candles lighting the room dimly. So lost in her own mind she was, that she didn't hear the door opening softly and Leonardo coming in. He walked slowly to the other edge of the bed, looking at her fair, slightly tanned skin that seemed to be plastered with purple-ish bruises and pink-ish lines like a spider's web spread across her whole back, which made the man's heart sink with sorrow. Clearly, he was an artist, a man of science and knowledge, not a fighter, and yet, a part of him cursed his soft nature for allowing the one he loves the most to protect him, and in turn, get hurt, permanent marks on her flawless skin kissed by the Sun's rays.

He didn't even realise his own actions until he moved her now significantly shorter ebony hair from her shoulders, revealing her bare skin and gingerly tracing down the small sleeves of the dress. She looked past he shoulder shyly, already knowing it was him, and smiled so beautifully that it took his breathe-away.

Y/N: Ah, mi dispiace, Leonardo. I suppose I won't be able to let you paint me any time soon. Leo: No, I...I should be the one to apologise for letting this happen to you. Y/N: Don't be silly. I was expecting that to happen sooner or later. And besides, I got my revenge, so I'm rather happy about that. Leo: But your beautiful skin...You had to suffer so much... Y/N: And so did, right? It's fine. It's all over now. We can finally live in peace and enjoy a life of art and research. Isn't that what we wanted? Leo: It is...And yet... Y/N: What is bothering you so, my dear? Leo: I...Think there's something wrong with me. Everytime I see you...I get this weird feeling in my chest end... Y/N: *grins* Do you remember what Ezio said today? Leo: Which part? Y/N: This part-

Tracing his face with her hand, she leaned slightly backwards so she could tenderly plant a soft kiss on his lips, still smiling at his forming blush. It seemed like fire ignited between them and a spark of courage surged through his veins, for as he looked in surprise and wonder at the girl in front of him, he embraced her tightly, kissing her again with just as much passion, finally understanding the peculiar feelings that kept bothering him for so long. It was a fiery love for the person in front of him, the strong yet fragile woman standing in front of him, her eyes big and gentle like those of a doe and a voice as sweet as an angel's (when she wasn't murdering someone).

He loved how trapped she would be in her own fictional world while reading a book or staring into nothingness and just thinking. He loved how perfectly well she'd blend among those colourful flowers in the garden, surrounded by the mesmerising perfume. He loved how happy she'd look when she'd watch him work or sketch something, explaining it to her. He love how she'd help him out with brilliant ideas everytime he got stuck on a piece of work.

And what he loved the most about her... ...Was the fact that she, too, loved him just as much as he loved her- And she never ceased to show him every day.

Y/N: So, Leonardo, amore, did you say once that you wanted to paint me like one of your Italian girl~? How about you get your charcoal and paints, I'm sure you'll be needing them for quite a while~. Leo: Si, certo, and yet, I think spending the nights with you, instead of my work, would be much better. Y/N: I couldn't agree more, mi tesoro~.  (My treasure) Leo: Ah, cuore mio, tu sei la luce dei miei occhi. (My heart, you are the light of my eyes) Y/N: E tu sei mi vita, per sempre.  (And you are my life, forever)

[itsleafourie]

18 things i learned in 2018

2018 has truly been a year of learning for me. from physically going through a transformation to making new friends and memories. here’ s some things i learned.

18. the only constant in life is change.

i say this in the most positive way possible. for me, i see change as a good thing. there is some type of assurance and security i find in the fact that in whatever situation i might be, it is not permanent. i do not have to stay here - lemme scratch that - it is guarenteed that i am not going to stay here. even when i am at a peak point, i still find it amazing i can even go higher - i have to power and will to drive ‘change’ into that direction.

17. life is better when you live it.

something i struggled with this past year is overall confidence. it started with the basics: such as my body image and my outer look. but something i learned is that hatred spreads. i always thought that the only thing that ‘turned others off’ was my body. as i continued to search my body for every flaw i could find; the self-hatred spread to other more emotional and inner things. i started disliking my personality, how i talked, how i laughed, and most importantly how i reacted as person towards certain situations and things. simply everything i did wasn’t good enough. i thought that i was a complete failure - personality wise. my need to force some kind of change into my personality and the way how i think about life was fed through this constant self-bullying. i thought that every single situation that i found myself in could have been resolved if only i had some sort of personality change. the words “if i wasn’t born like then life would have been easier” crossed my mind every single hour of every day. it created this stress and anxiety inside of me. my raw thoughts were scorned by my very own self-consciousness. i would find myself being way too awkward (when in reality i was being completely normal) or i would trick my own brain into thinking everyone secretly hated me. 

what i meant with this title is that the moment i started to slowly let go of that need of approving others i started enjoying the little things around me. i tried to make it a habit to stop overthinking certain situations. i started to make it a daily goal to react towards things in a utter natural and raw way in hopes of learning myself to be more comfortable with how i am build. i stopped stressing about things such as the way i laughed or how much i ate. just like that - life got a little bit better.

16. no one is as bad as they seem.

my father is a very hostile person. he believes that every person in society is out to get him. growing up with such a negative outlook on meeting new people, it got pretty hard for me to trust strangers with my pride. in other words, i started believing that everyone was out to get me too. i find myself doing exactly what i was scared of - criticising others. i wasn’t bullying anyone, i just thought that every person that i wasn’t necessarily friends with automatically hated me. here is where my insecurity of pleasing others played a huge roll. it was only after i learned myself to be more open and relaxed with new people that i realised the “popular groups” in my school can be extremely friendly. don’t get me wrong, some people’s insecurities still shine through. there are some bad and rotten apples out there. but after actually getting to know some of them, i grew some sort of confidence towards wanting to meet new people. and remember, some people tear other people down only to feel the need of some sort of self-acceptance. 

15. home is where your heart is.

after multiple drama’s and tears, i learned probably one of the most valuable lessons in life; your family is your number one support group. i know i cannot speak for everyone but 2018 made me realise that my family is truly one of the most supportive people i know. i admit, i took it a little bit for granted, but this year’s pain made me realise how blessed i am to have such an amazing lil group of humans as my safety net in life.

14. the arts will always be your number one way of self-care.

i always knew i was a creative person, but in my lowest points of my year i always found myself craving to express my feelings and pain in some sort of art form. whenever it was editing, painting, writing, listening to music, learning or reading, my ‘self-care’ always had something to do with art. that’s why one of my new years resolutions is to spend at least one hour every day doing exactly what i was born to do; to create.

13. exercising is actually pretty fucking amazing.

in 2018 i discovered how much i love doing sports. in previous years, i despised it. little did i know that it would soon become one of my favourite ways to escape from my daily stress. from doing nothing all day to exercising at least 4 days a week really played a roll in my transformation - physically and mentally. 

12. hating things does not make you cool.

oh!!!!! my!!!! god!!!! can people please start to realise that we all have different interests in life? so what you don’t like ‘mainstream’ pop-culture? don’t bash people who do. i used to look down upon people that band-waggoned onto trends. but now honestly who cares? liking a certain genre of music or having a certain style that is not considered “”””mainstream”””” does not make you any cooler that someone who prefers things that are mainstream. if you have time to insults those who do in your day-to-day life, i hope you make the effort to take a step back and change that shitty habit. no shade, all tea.

11. judging a person does not define who they are. it defines who you are.

this might get cheesy, but who has the time to tear others down? this goes hand-in-hand with my previous point, but judging others really does not benefit anyone. it only makes you look like a douche, makes the other person feel like crap (believe me, every gossip you share to a friend will get out) and feeds society’s negativity. i know some of you might think, “oh, it’s easier said than done” but really, just shut the fuck up. after a while of not bullying others and shit-talking, it becomes a habit to just mind your own business. believe me, no one thinks your cool when you tear other people down. it really only shows how insecure you are.

10. it is okay to be emotional.

we don’t even have to be close, after a while it becomes pretty apparent that i am a VERY emotional person. not only do i cry when i get slightly offended, i cry when i get frustrated (for example, i’ve cry almost during every mathematical exam this year, not because i think i’m an idiot, only because math is fucking hard) and i even cry sometimes when i’m happy. for the longest of time i tried to force that side of me away, mainly because society has created this message that not feeling anything is cool af. being a bitch and mean is trendy and crying just shows weakness. but now, i see expressing yourself so vividly and emotionally as such one of the strongest traits a person can have. for me, crying or even showing my raw emotions is the biggest form of rebellion. fuck being emotionally stable all the time. we’re human. every person cries and has bad times in their lives. let’s make it a beautiful thing to express oneself in that manner. 

9. learn how to be on your own.

after drifting away from a few people, i realised how lucky i was to be able to enjoy my own company. at first it was a strange feelings. you never see people being alone in our society. it is label as being “lonely” or “weird”. but honestly, when your not listening to our world’s toxic way of thinking, you realise how unnatural it is for humans to not being able to enjoy being alone. yes, we are social creatures, but we’re also very highly intelligent. sometimes we need some “alone-time” for self-reflecting. learning to become your own best friend will result into you becoming one of the most confident people you will ever know. being alone will not only learn you to love yourself, it also prepares you for the times when you have nothing else to do but to be alone. life is so beautifully peaceful when your realise that the only person you ever need to be dependent of is yourself. simultaneously life will become easier, becomes the only person you’ll ever really need is yourself (and your mum in my case).

8. materialistic things mean literally nothing.

seriously. read that again until you believe. stop caring about your follower count or your likes. stop caring about what brand of clothes you wear or how much cash you have. things such as what type of schoolbag you carry, how “aesthetic” your school stationary is, how “trendy” you are or whenever your style is relevant enough means nothing. no one really cares if your followers are active enough, if you have enough brand-clothing, if you are in-tuned with the newest trends, how much you’ve spent on things or how much your willing to spend. 

no. one. cares.

people only care because other people do. think about it. if we stopped linking this imaginary sense of worth to these things, no one would ever give a second of their day thinking about it. but in our society, it has become second nature to look out for it. for subconsciously compare our likes and followers and money. of course, it is in our human code to want to strive above others, but i believe we need to shift that energy towards different things. strive to be kinder than the person next to you. strive to impact the world positively on a larger scale than the generation before you. those are the things that determine how great of a person you are. 

7. you really need to cautious of getting caught up in the numbers.

this one links with number 8, but it is a bit more focused on this that i struggled with this year (and what i am still struggling with). i made it a priority to lose some weight, and i did achieve it in a very healthy way in comparison with others, but the dieting culture still affected me in some way. for a few months, i became a bit obsessed with giving my everything in going through this body transformation. along with that, i made it a daily goal to break my personal records. records in a sense of weighing or consuming a little bit less than the previous 24 hours. don’t get me wrong, i never did anything physically to force my body to reject those numbers, but i would feel sad or unaccomplished if i didn’t achieve that goal. it became a race between how good (or how small) i looked and how much my body could keep up. i’ve come very far since then, but sometimes it still overwhelms me. this is usually when i remind myself that change is inevitable. remember, progress over perfection.

6. life sometimes sucks.

in total honesty, i struggled with a lot of anxiety and sadness this year. i went to see a therapist to talk about my feelings. it helped, really. but i think it’s safe to say that person who truly saved me was myself. i became my very own hero this year. i learned myself how to dug out of that hole. life is going to suck. being a teenager with hormones, i do experience mood things. but being human, i experience feelings. maybe i have some type of mental illness, maybe i don’t. the world may never know. all i know is that sometimes you have to help yourself from the darkness.

just a little disclaimer; listen to yourself. listen to others. mental illness and sad thoughts aren’t things to be treated lightly. life gets rough and we know so little about mental health. please, whenever you have some form of mental illness or someone you might who has, be kind. treat them softly. we have no control how we react or feel about certain things. acting hostile towards your feeling or thinking you can control your raw emotions will bring you no where but closer to more pain. it is okay to be vulnerable. just make it a effort to help yourself and others. 

5. you need to learn to let go.

please, learn yourself this skill. people are going to leave you and you are going to leave others. you are going to meet new people and do new things. no one and nothing is permanently there. let go of that heartbreak or of that toxic friendship. this is can come off as extremely cheesy, but it is really so so true. 

4. listen to your gut feeling.

one of the biggest mistakes i made this year was ignoring my instinct about certain people. if i reacted earlier on how i felt about someone or something, i would have saved so much tears. but so we learn. put yourself first in life. there is nothing wrong with that. you only have one lift, do not waste a minute doing anything that makes your uncomfortable. 

3. please never stop doing what you love in fear of other’s judgement.

i stopped editing for a while. why? i feared others discovering my fan account. it literally disgusted me to such a point where i felt an anxiety whenever i was creating anything with my editing software. i thought that people would think it was lame, so i forced myself to dislike it. now with not being able to edit due to technical difficulties with my laptop, i long for it so so much. i took all of that wasted time to create something for granted. never push your passions aside only to please others. what a waste of talent.

2. you can still enjoy doing something without being necessarily good at it.

you best believe i am one of the worst gamers in the world, but i enjoy it so much. i’m not a talented singer or dancer, but i will be singing and dancing my heart out whenever i feel like it. i might suck at writing novels and stories, but i enjoy the thought of being able to express myself to freely. enjoy being undoubtedly untalented in something that makes you feel alive. i’ll never be a star athlete or a worldwide famous actor but i still enjoy pushing my athletic abilities or attempting to do any accent. you really feel fulfilled when you do let yourself self-awareness go. just do what you love, no one can be talented at everything.

1. most importantly, appreciate every moment.

once upon a time, my history teacher delivered a speech in one of our weekly school assemblies. it was about not wishing seconds by. sometimes we wish we could fast forward to finishing school. sometimes we wish we can just get out of that period we all dread so much. sometimes we are not in the mood for a sport practise or to deliver a speech. but do we ever realise how quickly all of that can disappear? how blessed we are to be alive and to learn new skills? to express our opinions in front of a classroom? to be able to compete in a sport? we take small things and privileges in life so much for granted. life is so much better than what we give credit for it. also try to see the positive.

cannot wait to learn new things in 2019, here’s to another year full of pain and happiness. here’s another year of growth and living our unmistakably perfectly-flawed lives. 

[grahamparrish]

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COLORADO || PATHCODES VOL. II

COLORADO || PATHCODES VOL. II

ACT I. Length - 7,901 Mood - Somber Pairing - Kyungsoo x Reader “The more I step forward, the deeper it becomes I’m enticed and I’ve lost myself I’m falling in endlessly”               - “Kingdom Come” by Red Velvet- ———————————————————————-

-the first weekend of September “I can't tell you all how much we appreciate you all for joining us for our second annual farm to table harvest festival. Please continue to enjoy your evening. Let's welcome back to the stage, Park Chanyeol,” your voice soared over the din of conversation, laughter, and clinking of silverware in the communal atmosphere as you came to the close of your opening remarks for the second half of the evening.

With your short statement now complete, you nodded to Chanyeol who was seated, and patiently looking on at the center of the stage overlooking the vast orchard where the fall farm to table harvest festival so called Return to Terra festival was being held. Chanyeol looked over the crowd, as though he were a minstrel surveying the scene to determine what piece would best suit it's tastes and fancies.

For each weekend the Terra Festival, you'd organized a rotation of local farmers within whose orchards you arranged round white banquet dining tables for consumers and festival spectators to gather facing an open platform stage. Flanked amongst the trees and gardens of which yielded the sought after high quality produce of the current season, were broad marquees shielding chefs, illustrators, and other cooperating artisans and their equipment from the elements. Each evening of the Terra festival opened with consumers being greeted by the host farmer and their family and invited to pick their produce. Upon selecting their desired fruit or vegetable, they were escorted to the chef's tent where a list of entrees, and desserts were displayed for consumers to choose from. While they waited for their meal to be prepared, they were encouraged to watch the preparation, to participate in its preparation during a master class, or to peruse the marquees within the orchard venue. When their meal was completed, a banquet table awaited them to enjoy their meal fully while accompanied by a live performance.

Chanyeol sat up a little straighter at the sound of his name being called, somehow lengthening his frame just from his waist to appear even taller than he already was. With his Taylor acoustic on his lap, and guitar pic clamped between his canines, he gave you a nonchalant smile, the corner of his mouth raised only slightly. From what you observed he was in his element and had been for the past couple weeks of festival celebrations he'd performed for here in Colorado Springs.

The crowd greeted Chanyeol eagerly, whooping and whistling in pleasure at the mention of his return. He gave an even bigger grin to the audience, standing to acknowledge them and to thank them for their support before taking his seat upon the rosewood stool in leather onyx jeans, and a plain black tee. A darkwash oversized denim jacket adorned his shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to frame his elbows revealing tattoos lining his forearms; the collar of his jacket creased neatly beneath his ears. The floppy brimmed hat he'd worn initially during his first performance of the evening rested on his seat at the table, but his round wire burgundy wine glasses remained on, balancing the brilliant chocolate and sable of his eyes. And with his pic now transferred to the fleshy slit between his pointer and middle fingers, Chanyeol adjusted the mic with his large capable hand to meet his lips.

“Good evening, and welcome back to the second half. As _________ stated, it is an honor to be here with you all again tonight. Colorado Springs you've been so so kind. Let's also give our host of this wholesome event to _________ and the host family without whose vision this event would not be possible to manifest.” Chanyeol paused, directing his attention where you stood on the open platform. “Thank you once again to all the local farms who have opened their homes to us and local restaurants who have collaborated with these local farmers to feature the most incredible menu I have seen in quite some time. It is through collective community partnerships like these that we have opportunities for growth and expansion within our local, nationwide and global community. Because of what we’ve started here, our vision is catching like wildfire all across the world. Thank you for investing in the Pathcodes. We hope to be able to continue to serve our community for all the years to come. Once again let's thank our host and host family,” Chanyeol called out rousing the crowd to erupt in thunderous applause in you and your family’s honor as you turned to acknowledge your patrons.

A chorus of barks and cheers welcomed you as you returned to your dining table at the center of the host orchard. “Chanyeol is killing it tonight,” ________ (Lyon reader) whispered to you as you sat beside her. “Yes! He's been on fire lately, And we are killing it tonight too. Look at this place! I can't deny that I was worried about the setup for this event but as always ________ (Lyon reader) you've outdone yourself. I hope next week’s harvest festival will be just as successful,” you spoke to her quietly as her baby girl started to gurgle in delight as she reached once again for 먹물 and 후추. The small inky black and pepper gray puppies were seated on the wood of the raised platform between you and _______ (Lyon reader) who held her daughter Yun Hee in her lap.

________(Lyon reader) blushed slightly at the praise, a gesture that baffled you especially at her level of consistently acclaimed success.

“It was certainly a team effort,” she said, smiling gratefully.

As you reminded the crowd just a moment ago, the Terra festival was in its second year of festivities having started the first year being hosted at your young family farm you began and unveiled with your husband Kyungsoo. Your farm was open to the general public on weekdays, weekends and most holidays. On your location you had a small bakery and cafe that created a simple menu from the ingredients found in your garden. For all those interested you hosted nutrition and cooking classes for school age children, new parents and as part of rehabilitation services for those recovering from eating disorders. You partnered with local therapeutic offices to host specialized and purposeful therapeutic interventions to achieve a wide range of outcomes in order to consistently demonstrate to the local and federal government just as much as the general public that the change you and Kyungsoo hoped to inspire with your extension of the Pathcodes was sustainable and holistic.

That rationale, fed to you by _______ (New Almaty Reader) after she detailed viable markets for you and Kyungsoo to explore based on your current occupations. During your most recent planning meeting during concurrent holidays, _______ (New Almaty Reader) was introduced to the Pathcodes board and like her former classmate _______(Berlin Reader) as it was explained in her introduction, she wasted no time in setting up personal debriefs and interviews with each Pathcodes board member to discuss market needs and opportunities.

Per her advice you also sponsored seminars that featured environmentalists and innovators in humanitarian efforts focused on solving the world hunger crisis from local colleges, and universities. During that long holiday weekend hosted in Almaty at Jongdae’s new home, you and Kyungsoo sat for many interviews to discuss how the framework you created could be transferred and applied to fit the socioeconomic needs of communities across the world. “Minseok has big plans for this business. Everything has to be ironed out,” ______ (New Almaty Reader) had explained as she invited you into the studio office Jongdae had prepared for individual interviews.

It was your desire that if there was genuine interest from other companies that Kyungsoo or a member of your Pathcodes team would travel to the destination and host the very first festival in the earliest part of the harvest season and once trained, the designated community leader would continue the festival until the end of the late harvest season.

To garner even more public interest you also suggested an arts and illustration exhibit at the very first festival last year and featured young artists from the community as well as providing classes, and seminars for all interested. “Art, a hearty meal, great music and good company...that's our contribution to the Pathcodes,” Kyungsoo had declared while sampling some of the refreshments prepared by the caterers Jongdae hired for the holiday.

“And great stories Kyungsoo. Not just illustrations darling but film to inspire intellectual conversation,” you reminded your beloved husband and he blushed at the mention of including one of his sincere lifelong passions. Something his brothers latched onto immediately.

“Kyungsoo, darling,” Baekhyun sang under his breath.

Minseok guffawed at the way Baekhyun sighed in similar demure heartfelt sentiment as Kyungsoo who was beginning to fan himself while looking on at the notes from your most recent interview rapidly as if he could shoo their eyes away.

“Darling, darling,” you heard Jongdae echo from the hall as he returned with the next batch of pamphlets signaling a shift down the itinerary of the day’s events. Kyungsoo laughed throatily, his eyes closed as if he was realizing all too late that he should have warned you about terms of endearment.

“Ahem, remember. The purpose of the Pathcodes is to establish a boundless market. While you are the original seed, the Pathcodes are meant to survive us. No, not survive. Surpass us. It will immortalize us. Our collective dreams will be embedded within the code of this framework, and all those who share that dream are naturally gifted the ability to access the Pathcodes. Its goals will be protected as long as our vision remains pure...it’s a lot of lofty language I know...but it will make sense in time. Let’s get started with our second segment, shall we?” ________ (New Almaty Reader) proposed, as she tidied the stack of pamphlets before passing them down the table.

And so this year, Kyungsoo traveled back home to South Korea with his father, and brother not only for Chuseok but also to begin the next level of the Pathcodes. He would replicate the model created here at your home in Colorado Springs and his father would host the cooking classes at their ancestral family farm and his brother with the help of the rest of your Pathcodes team would assist in the premier in tandem with film festivals like the Daegu Independent Short Film Festival in August, the EBS International Documentary Festival in August, and the many film festivals occurring throughout the harvest season.

The timing of the premiere worked out brilliantly for Kyungsoo who was also featuring in at least two of the films entered for some festivals. That news alone brought quite a lot of intrigue to the Terra festival and did ______ (Marseille reader) a huge favor in marketing the event. Regardless the event required almost all hands on deck meaning that your assistance back home in Colorado Springs was without the rank and file of the main “department heads” of the Pathcodes. Baekhyun and Jongdae were also there in support to provide live music as Chanyeol was also doing here. Minseok, Sehun, Jongin, Suho, and eventually Chanyeol also would be returning home for Chuseok festivities and to support Kyungsoo. Yixing and Tao were also currently there in support of Kyungsoo and would return to their hometowns for mid-Autumn festivals. The lure of prints of your illustrations only served to bolster the diversity of your audience here in Colorado Springs. While people of all ages were familiar with your work, there was a significant group of teenagers who were hoping to get your signature on their latest copy of the graphic novel you just illustrated. Most of your audience were young families, their children toddling along with small baskets adorned with an array of hued ribbons, the handle of their baskets  just wide enough to fit their chubby palms, their baskets containing one or two fruits or vegetables in that were in harvest, that rolled from one side of their basket to the other as they loosely swung their arms.

Seeing all of the children holding their baskets reminded you of one of your favorite farm to table harvest festival and art exhibits in the month of October where unlike the August, September or November harvest day festivals was themed. Everyone came dressed in costume that ranged from endearing to comical to spooky to ingenious.

For today’s festival in the early days of September, everyone was dressed uneventfully casual. You wore your hair in loose waves whose tips graced the top of your shoulders. To keep yourself warm, you wore an autumn squash corduroy dress underneath a pale pink pin striped oversized coat, and at your feet were your cashmere velvet ankle boots.

________(Lyon reader) and her daughter were casual chic as per their usual. They were an adorable matching pair in their baby blue and powder white striped Supreme overalls, with a soft cushy white hooded sweatshirt, their feet adorned with matching powder white Nikes.

_________(Lyon reader) had been fussing over her daughter from the time you picked her up at the airport until just a moment ago.

Because Yun Hee was born here in the States and seen by specialists stateside instead of home in Lyon as her mother and father had hoped, _________(Lyon reader) was much more inclined to bring her daughter once every six months during the Fall and once just before her birthday to do regular checkups in addition to check ups done by her standard pediatrician back home in Lyon. It seemed like an extensive process and perhaps a little overboard but you understood her desire to have a second opinion especially with the overall health and developmental concerns both her parents had for her.

For all of her setbacks though Yun Hee was full of life and spirit.

You chuckled to yourself now as you listened to her mother chiding her once again.

The tone she took reminded you of her admonishing her fiancé.

Like father, like daughter.

“Yun Hee! I’m so sorry _______” she apologized again to you as if there were people watching you and waiting for you to be silent.

But she couldn't be more wrong.

In the orchard where you were, in the main dining area, there were people milling all around talking to one another and minding their own children. People were enjoying their meals meticulously crafted by the chefs and many more were tuned into Chanyeol up on stage. The air itself was buzzing and brimming with life.

But she apologized again and again for her daughter’s excited squeals as she reached to touch the fairy lights wrapped around the lanterns which served as centerpieces on each table.

You shook your head at her, smiling encouragingly as you patted her arm. “She's doing just fine ________ (Lyon reader),” you said to her alone in a tone meant just for her.

She still sighed and held her daughter closer as if to protect her from eyes that still wouldn't understand.

You patted her hands which held her baby girl to her chest, turning once to gently pat the heads of your 먹물 and 후추 to quiet them both down so you could all listen to Chanyeol’s rendition of “Magic.”

“Call it magic Cut me into two And with all your magic I disappear from view And I can't get over Can't get over you Still I call it magic You're such a precious jewel”

You swore that you heard someone sigh aloud and you couldn't help but laugh quietly to yourself.

Maybe even a chorus of sighs.

A sudden chuckle beside you had you laughing even harder when you realized that it was ______ (Lyon reader) that was laughing. You had both anticipated those reactions after you confided in her about the frenzied phone calls. Like yourself, Chanyeol had his own fan base of admirers that joined the harvest festivities when it was announced that he was once again part of the live entertainment line up.

While the festival was a public event, you'd had quite a few people ask if there was an opportunity to meet the live performers because they were willing to pay. They even attempted to offer you exorbitant unsolicited amounts when calling your office line.

You hadn't mentioned it to _____ (New Almaty Reader) yet for fear that she would not only approve but demand that a high-touch meeting was made part of the festivities.

It gave you anxiety just thinking about it.

Chanyeol descended the stairs after announcing the next act; a contemporary jazz group newly signed to his blossoming label Metamorphosis Records.

Before coming to sit beside you all, Chanyeol stood to the side of the stage to watch over his progenies turning to look at the crowd and back at the young men and women on stage who were assembling their instruments with the aid of light footed stage hands before beginning their own soulful rendition of Jamie Cullum’s “Pure Imagination”. From the look on his face you knew that he was measuring the effectiveness of the amplification you had put in place and pulled up and put down and pulled up and put down at his request until it was just right during rehearsal. It was their debut after all and Chanyeol wanted to make absolutely sure that their debut in the public arena went without a mishap. You noticed his satisfied grin at the hush that fell over the crowd, the only sounds to be heard were the smallest clinks of silverware as people settled in at their tables and tuned in fully to the troupe before them. Even the chefs in the tent just to the side who were still cooking and attending to those waiting in line to order quieted each other in the kitchen so they could hear.

“Great set! Way to open the second act!” ________ (Lyon reader) cheered as Chanyeol came within earshot and joined you all. He beamed in his jolly giant way at your sincere applause and praise, bowing in his characteristic genuinity, his mop of dark brown curled hair flopping forward as he dipped his head. 먹물 and 후추 broke from their places beside you and clamored around him, barking excitedly in greeting.

“I’m back! Just like I promised,” he called to them bending to pet them before Yun Hee who had been quietly playing with her Mother’s spoon dropped the spoon with a clatter on the table and started squealing for Chanyeol, her plump but tiny hands and fingers, grabbing at the air.

“I’m back Yun Hee! What did you think? Did you like the songs?” Chanyeol cooed to her reaching over the puppies for her as her mother offered her up to Chanyeol. You always noticed how Chanyeol opened his hands to hold her, spreading his fingers as wide as they could stretch perhaps to prevent her from slipping out of his grasp and to be absolutely sure that he held all of her. You were all careful with Yun Hee when you held her but especially when _____(Lyon reader) was watching just meters away with unease.

Yun Hee kicked at the air, pumping her legs as if to propel herself forward into Chanyeol’s arms making all of you laugh; her little French braids bounced around, the ribbons threaded through her hair and curled at the end bobbing up and down like streamers in the wind.

_________ (Lyon reader) exhaled.

“She does this with Daddy as well. He's always encouraging her to fly to him when he's coming to get her. ‘Fly Yun Hee! Fly my little bird! Fly to Appa!’ He has so many nicknames for her.”

You wondered if she was thinking what Baekhyun would make of this moment, and if he would be jealous for his daughter’s affection or if he would be happy to see Yun Hee so spirited after coming into the world the way that she did. But when you looked at _________ (Lyon reader) her smile almost began to resemble a wince as she watched an overjoyed Chanyeol tickling an equally blissful, giggly Yun Hee.

Was she looking at how tiny she was though to ______’s  (Lyon reader) credit and Baekhyun’s feedings she had gained some weight? Especially in Chanyeol’s arms though even your husband looked smaller when he hugged Chanyeol, and.her fiancé Baekhyun too.

Yun Hee thankfully no longer needed her portable oxygen tank but her mother’s worries still seemed endless nonetheless.

But if Chanyeol noticed, he didn't show you nor Yun Hee. After placing his hat on his head once again, he sat down with Yun Hee standing on his thighs with her hands in his for support. She kept swaying side to side in time with the music and would to look in awe at Chanyeol as he sang along.

With Yun Hee holding on to the back of his wrist and watch, Chanyeol clapped and cheered for his group along with the audience at the close of their piece and quieted down when they began the next song.

“We could walk around a little...see what's going on? I thought I volunteered for face painting with Yun Hee?” Chanyeol grinned as he held Yun Hee closer to his chest, whose eyes were opened wide in delight as she looked at him. She seemed to be searching for something and you almost burst out laughing at the expression on her face when she found what she was looking for. She was softly patting her way all over his face and neck, exploring her beloved Uncle who was making silly faces at her. She giggled and tried to make the faces too. She touched her own ears when she saw Chanyeol wiggling his. She tried with all her might to wiggle her own and pouted when she couldn’t. Chanyeol laughed at her expense and wiggled them again until Yun Hee leaned forward and pulled at Chanyeol’s ears to operate them on her own.

He tried his best to keep a straight face as he stood before you both in the orchard dining area but the constant flicking of his ear lobes had him blushing and giggling.

“Ya Yun Hee please,” Chanyeol whined good naturedly through tearful laughter. “All right Yun Hee! All right sweet baby. Let’s give Uncle Chanyeol a break please,” her mother said to her in that tone and when she reached for Yun Hee, she pouted shaking her head no.

With Yun Hee distracted from pestering his overly sensitive ears, Chanyeol wa able to compose himself once again. He shrugged as he addressed ______(Lyon reader)  “I don’t mind carrying her there.” “Well let’s go then. It’d be good to take a walk now,” you said as you stood slowly and ____(Lyon reader) joined you, each of you taking a leash for 먹물 and 후추.

You all chatted quietly as you moved along, stopping to acknowledge the different vendors and looking in on the lecturers in their own tents.

“What do you think ____? Will this really catch on and spread worldwide and be what you hope?” Chanyeol asked, bouncing Yun Hee in his arms gently as he walked at a glacial pace between you and ________(Lyon reader.)

“From the response we have gotten so far I think it has potential. The articles _______(Marseille reader) has done on our events so far have helped immensely and ______(Lyon reader) connections and creativity in design and organization. So far the Pathcodes have seen success...we’ll just have to wait and see what the future holds,” you said quietly ceasing to speak as you finally made your way to the face painting station.

_______(Lyon reader) dropped back to film the short journey on her phone. You could hear her commentary here and there and realized that she was describing the scene for when Baekhyun would be potentially watching this video later. “There she goes our little bird. In the arms of her giant Uncle. She loves it when he carries her,” she whispered to Baekhyun confidentially.

“What should we get?!” Chanyeol asked little Yun Hee who gurgled her response happily pointing at a bird.

The face paint artist finished up just as you all arrived with a little boy who wanted a lion face. He got up just as soon as she showed him the mirror and roared in his best menacing attempt, his whiskers lengthening as he opened his mouth wide.

But you three adults couldn’t help giggling at the mischievious lion with two missing front teeth.

Chanyeol had the nerve to feign fear of the tiny lion, exclaiming in a tone of true worry to Yun Hee. “Oh no! Yun Hee what’ll we do?! It’s a lion!”

The boy, obviously proud of this response, laughed at Chanyeol’s quaking knees making Yun Hee clap her hands and laugh too.

You turned to see ______(Lyon reader) still filming the entire event.

The face paint artist cleaned up her brushes and set up her paints, watching the whole spectacle until the little boy turned away to find his older brother who’d been made up into an alligator waiting on him.

Done with her cleaning, the face paint artist approached you all where you waited and asked, “what’ll it be!?” and Yun Hee didn’t miss a beat.

As she always did, she babbled as quick as she could with open mouth aahs, her eyebrows raising and furrowing in clearly expressive intent as she pointed to the bird.

At the end of her little speech she looked at Chanyeol who nodded and immediately translated that she wanted a bird with a crown of flowers and that he did too.

The face paint artist giggled as she listened to Chanyeol and looked up at you both.

“Well isn’t this the cutest fa-“ But Chanyeol interrupted her.

“I’m her Uncle,” he stated though he was still grinning proudly as if the honor of being an Uncle was just as important as being a Father.

“Ah well, still. You’re wonderful with her,” she smiled gesturing for Chanyeol to bring Yun Hee up to the chair.

“Princess first!” Chanyeol said directing the artist to begin with Yun Hee whose hands he held between his thumb and forefinger to prevent her from grabbing the makeup brushes. But he couldn’t stop Yun Hee from wiggling and giggling each time a brush came close to her.

It occurred to you and her mother who was filming and laughing at her daughter’s reactions that Yun Hee wanted to see the process herself. Her eyes followed the makeup brushes everywhere they went. Each time the face paint artist brought up a new brush with its bristles dipped in a new vibrant color, she would squeal with delight and move her little face so she could look at the color up close.

“It’s going to be awhile Chanyeol,” _______(Lyon reader) warned him but Chanyeol just shrugged again. ————————————————————-

The following morning after breakfast at your place where you hosted Chanyeol and ________(Lyon reader) you drove Chanyeol to the airport.

You saw him off at the entrance of the airport where a clamoring group of reporters and young girls and guys were waiting to catch a glimpse of him.

Back into the fray.

He hugged you both and whispered goodbyes to a still sleeping Yun Hee dozing in her car seat saying “I’ll see you three again soon. Be safe ok? Be well.”

And then he was off, through the VIP security entrance where guards had been called to wait for him.

And then you were off to the hospital.

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“All done little one,” the physician said as Yun Hee hiccuped and sputtered into another cry following her shot.

________(Lyon reader) was trying to soothe her so that she could hear what the physician’s orders were. But she wouldn't quiet.

So you offered to hold Yun Hee.

Yun Hee went to you and sighed, turning into your chest and clutching at your blouse, murmuring in protest of getting another shot.

You rubbed her small back and rocked her from side to side on your knees until she calmed and you could hear _______(Lyon reader) and the physician talking about her progress.

—————————————————————— But when it was time for your appointment you were too afraid to go.

You’d been feeling woozy and overwhelmed about the days leading up to this appointment.

Ever since the first, and second time.

And while it was keeping busy that kept your sadness away, it was also keeping busy that brought you pain and sadness.

When you first discovered that you were pregnant, you waited a month to tell Kyungsoo and the night before you told him….

And so you never told him.

But the second time you were pregnant you told him immediately and yet you still…

It was embarrassing.

It hurt.

It hurt to lose the babies.

It hurt to tell Kyungsoo over and over again that you couldn’t.

Here you were trying to instill your vision of a holistic, purposeful life in your community and world and yet…

You almost felt hypocritical to be going through health issues of your own. But you knew that you were just beating yourself up.

You didn’t know what to do or who to talk to.

Not to your Mother in Law.

Not ______(Lyon reader)

Not your agent.

Not Kyungsoo.

The list of people to truly confess your worries to was so short…

You couldn’t even look at you in the mirror.

But who else could you talk to except you?

You found yourself talking to your body, willing yourself to be stronger so you could hold your babies.

But you were ashamed of what was inward when reminders of what you wanted surrounded you.

During the third pregnancy you began painting a mural in a room you hoped would have been for the baby but…

And Kyungsoo was miserable for you but you couldn’t bear him worrying over you when you both didn’t have time for that.

You had a studio at the farm where you worked most days and nights now in addition to managing the daily duties of the farm with Kyungsoo.

Eventually even just talking with him about the needs of the farm and the festivals became unbearable. There was always the ghost of the conversation you still couldn’t have lingering around the edges of his words and his looks. At home you avoided his eyes and his touch. And you locked the attic library. He put the wine glasses deep into the kitchen cupboard and began giving the wine away as gifts to his brothers when they came to visit to discuss the Pathcodes. You knew when he would be traveling again when you saw not just his suitcase but also a wine glass gift box on the counter. And so you began throwing all of your energy into your extension of the Pathcodes, organizing everything on your own for the first festival. And by the time the event was over you couldn’t feel your feet beneath you but you drove Kyungsoo to the airport where he was flying out to meet with Yixing who would be replicating the harvest festival event in a couple years time and drove yourself home and crawled to the living room couch to sleep. As you drifted further from Kyungsoo, you  clos tyour mother. At first you called her once a month but then once a week, and then once a day for an hour. And though you never told her about what was happening, you knew that she knew. Without acknowledging or hinting to anything at all, she asked one day if you wanted to take a trip to the stables you’d gone to as a child. And so began your summer getaways between the autumn and spring harvests with your Mother for a weekend following your regular appointments with your OB/GYN and your psychologist. You would spend your days at the stables and your nights where you couldn’t sleep you would dream on paper the children… And you went on like that for a year until your birthday earlier this year. You and Kyungsoo has always celebrated each year together as both of your birthdays opened up the new year. And though you were unable to look him in the eye and touch him the way you always had, that didn’t mean that you couldn’t celebrate his birthday. He had been gone to see Yixing after the end of your first four month harvest festival last Fall and returned just before the New Year. You planned a small celebration with your in Laws and invited your parents to attend the small dinner. After his brother picked him up from the airport, he brought him to the farm where you decorated the barn to welcome him and erupted in singing the moment they pushed the barn doors open. You could tell that he was crying but he composed himself and thanked you all for the surprise. He was in shock to see your parents there as were your in-laws when you first told them about your plans for the dinner. But you’d spoken to your parents about getting over the issues you had as a family and that it would help you especially now to have their support. And so they came with sincere birthday congratulations for you and Kyungsoo both. Having everyone around you buffered you from talking about what was still left unsaid and in its own way made the night a little easier. And when you finally made it home, alone once again together, Kyungsoo spoke to you. Hearing his voice again after so long a period of quiet reflection had you in tears at its deliberate tenderness and quiet strength. “I won’t ask much of you yeobo. I know it’s been hard on you and I’m so sorry. But I need you and I need us and I need things between us to be ok. You have to promise me that you will go to a psychologist. You have to promise me that ok?” He said without touching you or even being close to you. You were sitting in your home studio and he had the door open but he waited in the hall. You wiped your tears as you agreed to his request, “I will go.” And when you reached the point where you’d been going on your own without his reminders or having him transport you there, you came home from an appointment one day to find two toy poodle puppies, one only black and one a soft gray, with red and white ribbons wrapped in bows at their collar waiting for you in your studio with a message penned within a card sitting atop a small box. “These two angels, named 먹물 and 후추, will watch over you when I am away. I love you forever _______. Happy White Day.” Within the box was his traditional White Day gift to you, a small dark chocolate cake with your initials inked in white icing and a circle of red hearts on the border. One for each year of your lives you’d spent together and one extra in white for good luck. —————————————————— October “Thank y'all for dropping in. It was wonderful seeing you two again. Goodness we haven't seen one ‘nother since you were a runt ________” the owner was saying to you as she came up to greet you in the quiet stables. Among the now much lighter usual Sunday morning crowd, a small family remained, a young mother and father were rounding up their twin boys who had been roughhousing in the hay, in the stall across from where you stood. You couldn't help glancing over at the rambunctious, happy quad every now and again. If nothing else to take in a deep breathe of fresh air. You turned from the task you were focusing on, sparing the owner a moment to share her grin with her, and your mother, cordially brightening your eyes before lowering them when the owner turned to address your mother who had already finished her goodbyes to her mare. You worked quietly as she carried on spiritedly. “We keep hearing all about the work she's done. We’ve been watching over her career since she graduated. Got all her clippings and a copy of some of her books too. You even signed a copy once remember!” She was turning to you again, before turning back to your mother because you only smiled politely again in response. “My my, you must be so proud of her! And married now, my my,” she was prattling on and on as anyone who has known someone since they were young does. It's as if they are somehow entitled and entrusted with reminding you of who you were and that you can't deviate from that eternal symbol of youth and hope. People are so fond of memories and reminiscing. Your mother let her go on, nodding here, and there sincerely reciprocating her eye contact and enthusiasm before engaging her. She was a harmless older woman after all. She truly had known you since you were a small girl here in Colorado Springs. Your mother had allowed you riding lessons as it was a tradition in the family to do so. And once you got the hang of it she stopped coming with you and sent you on your own. And so this woman had adopted you in her own way, and fostered your love of illustration by allowing you to stay during the summer after an exhaustive school year. You spent many a summer weekend up in the loft in the stables drawing into dawn with the windows opened wide to Universe, drawing inspiration from everything you could hear, smell, see... It was here that you and your mother had visited once again at their bed, and breakfast in when once again you allowed so many responsibilities to pile up that you lost sight.. That you lost… Again... You smiled once again when she looked your way and nodded at her, feeling a slight buzzing in your pocket. “Excuse me,” you whispered politely stepping away from the “a to b with an adjoining nonchalant c” conversation to step outside of the pungent, homey stables. Just as you swiped the screen to answer a text message from your agent, your Mother-in-Law was sending you a text asking when you were coming home for dinner, and _________ (Minseok’s Vice President) was sending you an email to confirm a proof for a new brochure and the OB/GYN was sending another confirmation message for your appointment next month… You clicked the power button until the screen went dark, and pressed the phone to your chest, taking a deep inhalation through your nose, and let the breath gently pass through your lips until you had nothing left. One step at a time, you exhaled once more, and opened your eyes to the pasture before you. To the lush evergreen. The brilliant, bright sunny sky. If you listened and waited patiently surely a bird song was trilling somewhere. A babbling, bustling brook. Come back to the Earth. Stay grounded. “______?” You heard your mother call you out to you suddenly. You pulled a smile from the crisp afternoon air, and whirled around to face her noticing that the owner had given up trying to coax stories of yesterday from you, and instead waited silently as if she were a mime. As if she was waiting for you to give her reason to move and provoke some deeper expression. Did she realize that the future could be heartbreaking enough? Who needs to look back on what was when the future was so… “Yes?” You put a song in your voice. “Well what do you think dear? Are you ready to head back?” She asked, gesturing towards the path leading to the parking lot where the car would be waiting. You nodded, maintaining your close lipped smile as you passed by the farm owner you'd known in your childhood, waving politely once again as you went past and dropping the glamour the moment you stepped out of their gates. The car ride was only an hour at most from your Mother’s new home and you stopped in with her to grab your small leather overnight bag you'd dropped at the foot of the guest bed the moment you arrived. 먹물 and 후추 woke immediately from their naps, barking happily at your return. “Hello babies,” you smiled at them letting them lick your hands. Looking around at the room, you were surprised at how homely this room felt even though it wasn't the bedroom of your youth. There was nothing of this place that was familiar. But your mother had tried in her own way to make it comfortable for your stay. You could tell that the bedroom had been rearranged. That she had repositioned the writing desk to face the window the way you had always done at home. The bookcase looked quite new and you noticed a couple of old titles you'd been acquainted with some time ago. Memories. You held onto the substantial post of the footrest of the bed as you felt yourself sinking into the hardwood floor. Memories. “Dear?” Your mother called to you. From the look on her face, she had been standing there for some time watching you. “Are you having any pain?” She asked gently to which you shook your head immediately, and gathered up your bags quickly before joining her in the hall. “I’m ready now,” you said attempting a small smile. 먹물 pawed at your foot as 후추 whined. ----------------- She brought you to the family restaurant as you asked, and helped you with 먹물 and 후추 just as your Mother-in-Law was rushing out to greet you all. “It's a pleasure to see you again,” your mother nodded to your Mother-in-Law who nodded to her in return. “Yes, it is a pleasure,” she said, and your mother returned the sentiment cordially. “I can’t believe we are already starting our Halloween Harvest celebrations. The year just flies by with all of the work we’re doing,” your Mother-in-Law laughed to herself. You nodded as you had been doing all weekend. With that smooth smile pressed between your lips. “Did you enjoy your holiday together?” Your Mother-in-Law asked gesturing for you both to come inside. 먹물 and 후추 would wait by the front with one of the waiters your Mother in Law sent for. He seemed all too happy to do it. 먹물 and 후추 were already snuggling into him and licking his cheeks. “I haven't been riding in a long time, and I needed the fresh air. It smells delicious in here as always,” you smiled genuinely at her as she ushered you both inside towards the table she already prepared for dinner.

The conversation was light and quick just like the meal, an enriching bowl of chogye guksu. Just as you were raising your second to last substantial spoonful of chogye guksu to your lips, a group of customers entered the restaurant. The hostess who was waiting by the door ushered them to a table and as they passed by your table which was in the center of the restaurant, they wished you all greetings and health to you and your Mother in Law and your Mother before passing and being seated by the window. “Thank you so much for the meal. I enjoy trying something new from your extensive menu each time I come,” your mother smiled sincerely, reaching towards your Mother-in-Law to shake her hand. Your Mother-in-Law blushed, reaching her arms out to offer a hug in place of a hand shake which your mother received awkwardly. One step at a time. ---------------------- After helping you with your bags into the front door, and letting 먹물 and 후추 inside your mother reached for you a little less awkwardly and held you close. You rested your cheek against her breastbone listening to her heartbeat thudding against your ear when she suddenly spoke. “You'll be all right. You can do this,” she whispered against your brow as she smoothed your hair back from your crown. You felt the tears pooling even with your eyes wide open, and found yourself fisting your hands into her blouse. But she pulled herself away from you, pressing your arms down at your sides when she felt you reaching to pull her closer, as she tipped your chin upwards so you could look her in the eyes. “You can do this _______. You are strong,” though it was her voice that you were hearing, it was her eyes that spoke to you. As if she was trying once again to imbue you with her resilient spirit and willing you not to crumble in on yourself. You nodded obediently as always. What a familiar expression. And she stood there, silently watching you for a moment before taking a small step back, and descending the entryway steps to return to her car, her home, and her life. ----------------------

It was only when she left, and you’d tidied the house up that you finally exhaled, and turned on your phone once again.

Just as your husband was calling.

“Yeobo?” His voice brought fresh tears to your eyes once again.

“I am here,” you answered immediately, and heard him let out a raspy exhale.

먹물 and 후추 seemed to know who was on the phone and began yapping loudly.

You laughed at their attempt at a greeting, placing your hand over the receiver and saying “quiet now babies. Please, ” before returning to your conversation.

“How are you?” His words were ever more weighted than usual.

“Better now, and even better when you will be back. I miss you,” you confessed, and heard him give an even deeper tearful sigh.

“I miss you too yeobo. I'll be home soon. I promise. I'm so sorry that I wasn't-”

“Don't. Don't speak of it,” your voice grew louder, and you quickly softened your tone because of the way 먹물 and 후추 began to whine and paw at your calves.

“Please Soo. Please travel safely. Don't worry about me. I'll be...I'm all right. Come home the right way. Not too soon, and not too late,” you strengthened yourself to say what your best self would say and not what your fearful heart wanted.

But I'm already too late, you knew he would say.

The pregnant pause after your words of encouragement confirmed that for you.

But he took a shaky breath and responded, “we are almost done here. Yixing has been very accommodating as usual. But we’re all ready to get back home, and get back to work. I'm thankful that Mom was able to help you out with the classes and…” you laid down on your master bed listening to him talk allowing his tender voice to slow the trembling beat of your heart. You tuned into him as you hadn't done for quite some time. As you had been wanting to do.

Come home my love.

Come back to me my dream.

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The down side is that there is an up-front cost associated with this service, and no guarantee that you will find a buyer. After going this route, you may still find that you need to contract a real estate agent which means that you will pay for both this service and the agent's services. To learn how to buy and sell stuff online to make money follow the guide below.

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There are high-quality health information websites that offer comprehensive services from symptom checkers to peer-support groups. Despite this, the issue still remains, that aside from those like NHS Choices and Boots WebMD how do patients know which websites to trust? Comprehensive health websites built on knowledge and impartiality such as and Netdoctor and, in the US, the Mayo Clinic , vie for attention among the many forums, blogs and websites providing inaccurate and potentially harmful information.

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The big question today, however, is: Will all of Woodman's hard work (and that of his team, shown above accepting an Emmy) pay off when it floats on the market this summer? You can never predict with complete accuracy, but there are certainly many things in its favor. First, and most importantly, the company is already making money, something that puts it way ahead of Twitter, which announced its IPO in September last year. Second, GoPro makes a real-world product. Facebook, that other social powerhouse, and its intangible product famously had something of a stuttered start when it went public Lastly, it's got all the hallmarks of a burgeoning media company, which is no panacea, but it's certainly an area that sets the stage for ongoing expansion. If, somehow, it doesn't work out, though, we hear there might finally be some money to be made in social gaming.

Only problem i see with guild wars 2 so far is the fact that it will be free. Yeah not having to pay is pretty cool. But by having an active account you pay for, you get to a point where you care about it however slightly. This pushes people to act more responsibly and respectfully due to the fact they don't want it banned. Less idiotic childish behavior.

Always buy and sell stuff and ship directly through amazon / ebay. It's about 30% cheaper than going to the post office and much easier. Use media mail when you can (books, DVDs, CDs, etc) and anytime it's under 13oz ship first class. I usually find it cheaper to ship in my own boxes instead of flat rate, but sometimes medium FR boxes come in handy. Order yourself a ton of flat rate padded envelopes. They are about $5.70 to ship an item and you can pack them tight! Also, get yourself a shipping scale and make sure to pack everything tight! You see the posts on the front page about how fed ex and ups deliver items!

Onto the fun part! It's time to build a website so you can sell stuff online. If you're like most budding entrepreneurs and small business owners, you already have your hands full with the day-to-day tasks associated with running your business. You probably don't have time to learn how to code or spend hours teaching yourself how to navigate the back-end of a content management system (CMS). The good news is, you don't have to.

The other cost associated with selling on the Auction House is the AH's cut. This fee is a flat 5% of your item's final sale price. If your item does not sell, the fee does not apply. If your item does sell, 5% of the selling price is automatically deducted from your proceeds. If you're planning to move a lot of merchandise on the AH, you'll want to review all the exact formulae for deposits and fees as well as the variations for neutral-faction Auction Houses.

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But my worst Craigslist heartbreak of all was when I made an offer on a stunning MCM table, which was accepted, and an hour before I was scheduled to pick it up with the furniture mover, I got an apologetic email explaining that his dad had offered to store it for him and that he had therefore changed his mind and the table was no longer for sale. Nice. Time for a gin & tonic.

Although we have previously said that it's hard to rank for keywords used by large, well established sites, this shouldn't put you off, particularly if you have a unique product or a USP. On marketplaces, you are competing with hundreds, if not thousands, of other sellers and it can be just as hard to stand out. Instead, focus your attention on developing your own site and you'll have a better chance of attracting those customers who are looking for something unique.

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In order to find a business selling through internet auctions, you firstly need to decide what target target and figure out how to get a solid product you can sell for profit at the reasonable retail price

Next, you must discover how to sell it

Here, I address the very last issue, which is the easiest: how you can sell online using auction sites

If you follow both of these basic tips then you should succeed in launching your organization, provided there is a suitable product to offer you are sure that has some consumer demand

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Many smaller marketplaces have hardly any fees and make it easy to buy and sell stuff online

Overall, there are typically no listing fees and also the lower commission fees may enhance your profit margin 10% or higher normally, depending on where you stand selling

This basically means more profit plus much more room to price your items more competitively

You could sell your items at the same prices when you would another major, more expensive marketplace and take in the extra profits when someone purchases your products

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You can use eBay as the second revenue source if you are one of those people that doesn't heat up to the notion of quitting his job. During the week, it is possible to finish off orders after which on Saturday, drive them on the tn post office for delivery. Thus eBay is unrivaled hardly by other things like a source of great revenue; whether you would like to take action full or in your free time.

What's more to buy and sell stuff, eBay doesn't care what you are, in your geographical area, or what you seem like. While other powersellers are advanced in age, other people are very young. Some reside in the back of beyond; a long way away from cities, its keep is little else to perform outside farming except selling on eBay. Unlike in conventional business where folks face many barriers to entry, prospective eBayers haven't any barriers. If you can post things, you're able to do it- there is no appointment and no commuting involved.

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Harry Potter: 10 Hysterical Ron Weasley Logic Memes | ScreenRant

Harry Potter is simply one of those phenomenons that will follow us forever. The books and movies had such a big impact on so many different generations, it's impossible to ever forget. And why would we want to, really? These are the kind of films and stories that allow us to escape reality, even if just for a little bit, while simultaneously reminding us of the power of love, friendship, and unity. Plus, there are so many good characters that we can both admire and relate to.

Related: Harry Potter: 10 Creepy Things You Didn't Know About The Department Of Mysteries

Not to mention, of course, that anything Harry Potter related is the perfect vehicle for great meme content. No other character is as hilarious and pure in its essence quite like Ron Weasley. This, of course, makes him the perfect target for fans everywhere to come up with some serious quality material. So let's take a look at ten hysterical Ron Weasley memes!

10 The Friendzone

The friend zone is one of those jokes that quickly spread like wildfire. Text messages, screenshots of all shapes and sizes, everything became an excuse to make memes about the dreaded friendzone. After all, humor is always a good way to deal with rejection. That person is not interested, make a meme about it and move on.

Of course, there is something extra special about romances that begin as friendships. Ron and Hermione were a delight to observe during the course of both the movies and books. Even though Ron was never exactly in the friendzone as we know it, he still provides a glimmer of hope for those of us crushing on our best friend.

9 Identity Crisis?

No, this is Ed Sheeran. Okay, all jokes aside, this is a pretty funny one. Way back in the day, this meme swept the Internet with such force it nearly created some sort of cosmic force of its own. Overall in life, looking like a famous person or character can take you quite far. You can even ponder a career as an impersonator!

This poor dude looks like he is about to burst into a thousand pieces. Is he having an identity crisis because he looks both like Harry and Ron? Or is he just studying for his finals and contemplating throwing everything into a fire pit? We'll never know, but we sure appreciate the meme.

8 Harry Wins

Human beings can really be petty sometimes. Like, extremely so. And even though we all appreciate this, particularly people who hold on to the pettiest grudges in order to succeed in life, we're not sure whether or not we can get behind the notion that Harry only married Ginny Weasley and built a life with her because Ron got the OG girl, Hermione.

Related: Harry Potter: The Most Underrated Character From Every Movie

We're 99.9% sure that he didn't. However, who's to say we know exactly what goes through Harry Potter's mind? He was the Chosen One who could've had anyone he wanted...and he picked his best friend's little sister. Isn't there a code somewhere that deems this as pretty uncool?

7 Pun Intended

Please don't roll your eyes just yet, and let yourself rejoice in all the beauty of this meme. We're very well aware that puns might not be your thing, but let us make our case. First, everybody knows Quidditch is like, the best sport in the world. Ice skating doesn't even hold a candle to it!

Secondly, Ron Weasley is just lovable at all times and anyone who has his personality is definitely a keeper. Finally, there are about ten different moods going on in this picture! So please, appreciate this awesome pun and then feel free to move on with your life.

6 The World Sees You

Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire will forever remain one of the best movies out of the entire saga. Mostly because it was the motion picture that launched a thousand memes about Dumbledore being a little too intense when Harry is chosen as the second Hogwarts champion. Also, because it introduced us to Robert Pattinson before he was lost to vampire land.

Related: Harry Potter: 10 Characters Who Were Forgotten As The Movies Went On

But let us not forget this was the movie where pretty much everyone was either entering or already very much into their teenage years. Hormones wore flying everywhere, so that means this is the very first time the romance between Ron and Hermione starts to blossom.

5 We Feel You, Ron

Ron is the kind of character who is impossible to not love. He was complex and sensitive, but also hilarious and kind-hearted. In many ways, Ron was the real MVP of the entire Harry Potter series. Of course, Neville Longbottom is probably considered that one character meant to serve as comic relief.

However, Ron was hands down the funniest character. His facial expressions alone should've earned Rupert Grint an Oscar. Especially because they tend to mimic our everyday expressions when some very random nonsense is happening. Weasley is just a major mood, and that's that.

4 Spiders Are Scary, Okay?

Oh yeah, you bet we're going to present you with yet another excellent example of this particular iconic Ron Weasly meme. One of our favorite meme arts is when people take the liberty of captioning existing scenes in a much more relatable and hilarious manner.

Related: Harry Potter: 5 Most Powerful Ravenclaw Wizards (& 5 Worst)

In this case, can we really blame Ron for his fear of spiders? Particularly in a world where magic exists and everything indicates that spiders bigger than giants might be very much real? The answer is no. But we do love to imagine that if a spider were to encounter Ron, it would be just as scared as he was. Because Weasley is what? A badass.

3 Relatable

Have we praised Ron Weasley enough for being one of the most relatable characters to ever appear on the screen? Take away the magic wand and all the magic components, you are left with a funny, lighthearted guy who just loves his friends, enjoys to eat and wants to be successful.

Also, one who is a tad bit clumsy. That one time Ron was braver than all of the Harry Potter characters combined and took his dad's car without permission to save his friend was epic. It also resulted in a very obvious car crash and a facial expression that all of us would rock if our parents caught us red-handed. Again, relatable.

2 J.K. Rowling Needs To Chill

There are probably more memes on the Internet about J.K. Rowling than all of her characters combined. We are truly thankful to Rowling for her immeasurable talent, fierceness, and resilience that made it possible for the world of Harry Potter to become a reality. We can even forgive her for continuously adding details to the story that don't really make much sense.

What we can't do, however, is forgive her for suggesting Ron's character was anything less than perfect and that his storyline was anything below what he deserved. Back off from Weasley, Mrs. Rowling, because the fans will not stand for it! Plus, Harry is just fine with Ginny. They had cute babies!

1 Dementors? That's Cute.

We simply couldn't let this list be published without making at least one ginger joke. Because they are hilarious, and Ron Weasley and his entire family came to prove that being a ginger is not a weakness. It can actually get you pretty far in life! If you're lucky enough, you get yo marry the woman of your dreams and gain 20 lbs around the stomach area.

The Dementors were easily one of the scariest parts of the whole series. They looked ghastly and fed off happy memories - which means Ron would be completely immune since everyone knows gingers are miserable. Right? Right?! Just kidding - enjoy the meme, though!

NEXT: 5 Reasons Why Hermione Would Have Made a Better Protagonist Than Harry (And 5 Why Neville Would Have)

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Entry 081 – The Stepford Cuckoos

Name: Sophie, Phoebe, Mindee, Celeste, and Esme Cuckoo

Code Names: Stepford Cuckoos, Five-In-One, Four-In-One, Three-In-One, Thousand-In-One, Weapon IVX

First Appearance: New X-Men #118 (Nov ‘01)

Powers: Telepathy, Diamond form

Teams Affiliation: X-Men

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Identical twins are a bizarre concept for me. They are copies of yourself, and not just physically. The major influencing factors in life like family and environment are all the same. They are encouraged the dress the same and do the same activities. They can often pass for one another with only the most observant person being able to tell the difference. While they eventually grow into their own people, there exists someone who understands you deeper than anyone could. Someone who has lived in your skin. Grant Morrison tapped into that for his run by creating identical quintuplets with an eerie exclusiveness to them.

When Charles Xavier outed his school as a haven for mutants, the Cuckoo quintuplet sisters, Sophie, Phoebe, Mindee, Celeste, and Esme enrolled. No one knew where they came from, and no one seemed to question it either. They were a telepathic supermind of the highest order. They were beautiful, blonde, and immensely powerful, exactly the type of students Emma Frost was drawn to. They spoke as if they were one mind, not five and any attempt at individuality was met with derision from the other Cuckoos. Esme discovered that when she became infatuated with a new student named Kato.

Ethan Van Sciver, Tim Townsend, and Hi-Fi Design

Her sister’s apprehension was proven right when Kato revealed his true form. He was a shape-shifting amoeba named Stuff, and advanced scout of the Shi’ar Superguardians. The Shi’ar attacked the school, apprehending most of the staff, but the Cuckoos rose to the challenge by controlling Stuff and rallying the other students into action. They rescued Ms. Frost and help quell the duel threats of Cassandra Nova and the Shi’ar Superguardians. They became heroes at the school and quickly rose the social ladder.

Igor Kordey and Hi-Fi Design

They gained the attention of a young psychic named Quentin Quire, who became smitten with Sophie. For their part the Five-In-One thought something was off with the boy and wanted nothing to do with him. Xavier had planned to open the school to the public and the Cuckoos were sure that Quire was planning to make some sort of revolutionary statement there. High on the power enhancing drug Kick, Quentin did just that as he incited a riot at Xavier’s. They knew they had to do something. The teachers weren’t dealing with the root cause and the Cuckoos were afraid that a drug enhanced Kid Omega might be too power for even them. Sophie Cuckoo took a hit of Kick and jacked herself into Cerebra. The four other Cuckoos marched to the lawn of the institute, and with all their combined might, destroyed the mind of Kid Omega. It didn’t come without a cost. The psychic strain of the Kick enhanced telepathy mixed with Cerebra was too much for Sophie’s mind to bear. The Five-In-One were now four.

Frank Quitley, Avalon Studios, and Chris Chuckry

The Cuckoos mourned their fallen sister, even as their school commended their bravery. Their faith in Emma was shattered and they made plans to leave her tutelage. They believed that Emma inspired Sophie to sacrifice herself, to become a hero, and they wanted revenge. They psychically contacted Jean Grey and let her know about the affair her husband Cyclops and Emma had been engaged in. In the aftermath, Emma was found in her diamond form shattered across the mansion floor. The Cuckoos were obvious targets but they had an alibi, they were at the opera with Beast. After being interviewed, Esme suddenly decided the leave her sisters for good. Bishop and Sage confronted her with their theory, Angel Salvadore had been controlled by Esme. She had used Kick to control the psychic hivemind without her sisters knowing. She froze the investigators in place and got in a driverless taxi towards someone who would appreciate her.

Phil Jimenez, Andy Lanning, and Chris Chuckry

That someone was Magneto (well, Xorn pretending to be Magneto pretending to be Xorn). He enacted his plan to destroy the X-Men and take over the globe for mutant kind, and Esme stood next to him while he did it. It didn’t matter how many people had to die, she wanted to be queen of the world. She felt self-important, better than the losers from the special class he had recruited she saw herself as his equal. He did not. Esme became fed up with this fossil of a mutant and tried to usurp him as the ruler of this new mutant world. She underestimated him as he pushed her steel earing through her skull. The other Cuckoos, for their part, joined Cyclops and Fantomex in the resistance against Magneto. They felt their sister’s passing but they did not mourn her. She had chosen her side and the Three-In-One had chosen theirs.

Phil Jimenez, Andy Lanning, and Chris Chuckry

In light of everything, the Cuckoos decided to remain at the Xavier Institute. They were assigned to Cyclops’ Corsair Squad and became the co-leaders of the group. A revived Quentin Quire channeled the Phoenix Force to resurrect his dear Sophie, but she was immediately disgusted by him and decided she was happier dead. A fragment of the Phoenix Force found its way to the remaining Cuckoos and they seemed possessed, flying away from the Institute. On the school grounds, the corpses of Esme and Sophie rose from the ground. After Wolverine removed Sophie’s arm from her body, Beast made a startling discovery, the Cuckoos had nanotechnology in their bones. They weren’t all natural. The girls flew off a Weapon Plus facility known as The World and were met by an AI of John Sublime who showed them a room filled with hundreds of Cuckoos in test tubes.

  Tyler Kirkham, Sal Regla, and John Starr

  Sublime captured Mindee and Phoebe, intent on bringing about his goal. He revealed that he had stolen eggs from a comatose Emma Frost and grew one thousand identical daughters from them. Their psionic power would channel through the Five-In-One and be used to finally destroy all mutants. They were Weapon XIV. Celeste avoided capture and the Phoenix fragment grew in her. The fire and life incarnate knew that the elimination of mutants would be disastrous. The Phoenix could not permit the Thousand-In-One to live. Channeled through Celeste, the Phoenix destroyed the test tube Cuckoos and turned on the Three-In-One. They absorbed the fragment and turned their hearts to diamond, trapping the entity within themselves. All it cost was their emotions.

Tyler Kirkham, Sal Regla, and John Starr

The Cuckoos stayed with the X-Men, though to were more reserved. Their telepathic abilities were applied to Cerebro and they were often used as the communications team at home. They followed Scott and Emma to Utopia, and stayed with them after the Schism. They were forced to attend the Jean Grey School after the events of AvX but they never felt like they belonged. They tried reaching out to Emma, but they couldn’t hear her anymore. They felt abandoned by the closest thing to a mother they had. When she went to recruit them for Cyclops’ revolution, Celeste mentally attacked Emma but was taken aback by seeing what Emma experienced in the last days of AvX.

Chris Bachalo and Tim Townsend

They decided to join Cyclops’s school, they were sick of this new Jean Grey that just showed up from the past any Quentin Quire getting popular didn’t sit well with them. They were a huge asset with Emma’s telepathy on the fritz and held their own against the powerful Xorna in the Battle of the Atom. They clashed with Jean Grey the time displaced X-Men joined Cyclops but eventually learned to live with each other. The Cuckoo’s began to stand out as individuals. Mindee decided to cut her hair and dye it black. Phoebe went red, and Celeste felt bitter that her sisters were growing away from her. When Cyclops closed his school the girls took the remaining mutants under their wings but decided they weren’t ready to go out on their own and rejoined the Jean Grey School. When the Terrigen Mist crisis occurred, they assisted Cyclops in recruiting Alchemy and were key in destroying the first cloud. Something didn’t feel right about the events, they didn’t think they happened the way Emma was telling everyone. The girls confronted Emma about it only to be rebuffed. They are currently living at the new Xavier School working to better mutant and human relations.

Kenneth Rocafort and Dan Brown

Must Read

The Cuckoos a pretty great for the entirety of Morrison’s run and Riot at Xavier’s is the best part of that book. The Cuckoos take heroics into their own hands and dominate every panel they are in. You get the Morrison counterculture goodness mixed with peak Frank Quitley art. It is the crown jewel of the one the crown jewels of the X-Men as a franchise and well worth your time and money. You can pick up a copy on Amazon for less than $5 so don’t hesitate if you haven’t read it before.

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The Cuckoos are great. Their eerie single-mindedness has made them some of the most interesting mutants in the X-Mansion. They are mini-Emma Frosts in all the best ways. They work amazingly in small doses, making them perfect for filling out the halls at Xavier’s. Our highest ranked Grant Morrison creation is Fantomex at 17 but I don’t think the Cuckoos fly that high, the lowest is Dust at 41 and I think the sisters go above her. Kid Omega at 25 has gotten better development since Morrison’s run so the Cuckoos will go below him but I think they work better than Arcade at 31. Legion is probably a more interesting character (and the show didn’t hurt) so the Stepford Cuckoos land as the new number 31 in the Xavier Files.

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Entry 081 – The Stepford Cuckoos was originally published on Xavier Files

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Juxtapose

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OK, I'LL TELL YOU YOU ABOUT STARTUP

Every audience is an incipient mob, and a large class of startups that need less than they used to. The standard excuse, back when C was the default language, was that Lisp was too slow.1 Someone who was strong-willed person stronger-willed.2 Only a few do so far, but I found that the Bayesian filter did the same thing for me, and moreover discovered of a lot of programmers have started to see Apple as evil. They would seem to have been headed down the wrong path. Fundraising is still terribly distracting for startups. 97 probability of the containing email being a spam. 96.

Start small. Using that heuristic, I'll predict a couple more things. And a particularly overreaching one at that, with fussy tastes and a rigidly enforced house style. He had all of us roaring with laughter. Mathematicians don't answer questions by working them out on paper the way schoolchildren are taught to. A deals per partner per year. Make it really good for code search, for example.3 A good programmer working intensively on his own code can hold it in his mind the way a mathematician holds a problem he's working on. Still, anyone who proposes a plan for spam filtering has to be replaced with a new from-address, so you can't risk false positives by filtering mail from unknown addresses especially stringently.4 I know this may sound oversensitive, but if we had such a thing is to treat individuals as interchangeable parts. I had stopped believing that.5

Not a couple million.6 Business people in Silicon Valley and the whole world, for that matter have speculative meetings all the time.7 A rounds?8 You'll be better off if you operate like Columbus and just head in a general westerly direction. The whole site was organized like a funnel, directing people to the test drive. Domain names differ from the rest of the text in a non-German email in that they often consist of several words stuck together. Thanks to Sam Altman, David Greenspan, Aaron Iba, Jessica Livingston, Robert Morris, Peter Norvig, Lisa Randall, Emmett Shear, Sergei Tsarev, and Stephen Wolfram for reading drafts of this. 01 describe 0.

Irony of ironies, it's the computer Steve Huffman wrote Reddit on.9 The whole Viaweb site was made with our software, even though the latter depends more on natural ability.10 But I don't wish I were a better writer? Don't try to construct the future like a building, because your current blueprint is almost certainly mistaken. That's what these ideas say to us. This pattern is repeated over and over, and it's all about the ratio. Recognizing nonspam features may be more accurate to describe a market as a degenerate case—as what you get by default when organization isn't possible.11 Why are programmers so fussy about their employers' morals?12 But the wrong kind of interruption can wipe your brain in 30 seconds. Perhaps the optimal solution is for big companies not even to try to do it will have an individual spam probability of.

They get away with maltreating developers, in the short term, because if everything else in the email is spam.13 It would be a bad sign if they weren't; it would mean you were being too easy on them. When we were working on our own startup, back in the 90s. And strangely enough, the better, because any measure that constrains spammers will tend to displace suits whose skills lie more in raising money from LPs.14 In fact, if you restrict the sales pitches spammers can make, you will inevitably tend to put them out of your incoming spam. Of our current concept of an organization work differently from the rest. The other reason Apple should care what programmers think of them is that when you sell a platform, developers make or break you.

One of the more surprising things I've noticed while working on Y Combinator is not to think of programs at least partially in the language they're using to write them.15 Arguably it's a sign of weakness. In some business relationships, you do it right, you only have to filter email from people you'd never heard from, and someone sending you mail for the first sentence of a love story.16 If you're sufficiently determined to achieve great things, this will probably increase the number of programmers, the more completely a project can mutate. There's an advantage as well as writing does, where you go to college. It would also be a need for such infrastructure companies. But invariably they're larger in your imagination than in real life.17 9189189 localhost 0. I don't know if this one is possible, but there is a group, they couldn't have multiple people editing the same code, because it changes too fast for that to be possible. One cooperative project that I think really would be a curious state of affairs if you could get to the point where it's like visual crack. Empirically, the way to use these big ideas is not to try to do it automatically: to write a check, limited by their guess at whether this will make later investors balk. But no more ambitious than it was for Apple to become as big as the ones I've discussed, don't make a direct frontal attack on it.

If you don't, you're dead. There was another speaker who was much better than me. When you're operating on the manager's schedule, they're in a position to tell investors how the round is going to get tagged as spam. Whereas if you're writing code to make it so that you can't make yourself care.18 And though there's going to be broken up, I'm slightly less likely to start something ambitious in the morning.19 Look at the individual, not where they went to college. Of our current concept of an organization work differently from the rest.

Notes

I don't think these are the only alternative would be far less demand for them.

Bureaucrats manage to think of the words won't be trivial. A less upstanding, lower-tier VC might be digital talent.

Forums were not web sites but Usenet newsgroups. Whereas when the company, though more polite, was one that had been climbing in through the founders want to write it all yourself. Most word problems in school, and yet managed to find a broad range of topics, comparable in scope to our users that isn't really working bad unit economics, typically and then being unable to raise a series A termsheet with a million spams.

When you had a contest to describe what they made more margin loans. And yet there are few things worse than the long term than one who passes. Others will say that the web have sucked—and probably especially valuable.

Picking out the same work, done mostly by hackers. What drives the most promising opportunities, it will have to do something we didn't do.

Different sections of the corpora. What he meant, I was there when it converts you get a poem published in The New Yorker. And then of course. It does at least bet money on convertible notes, VCs who are younger or more ambitious the utility function for money.

Wufoo was based in Tampa and they succeeded. Most computer/software startups. Most of the company at 1.

And it would be unfortunate. Peter Thiel would point out that successful startups are often unknowns. This would penalize short comments especially, because there are no misunderstandings. I don't know of this type: lies told to play games with kids' credulity.

Sheep act the way starting a startup enough to incorporate a prediction of quality in the 1920s to financing growth with retained earnings till the 1920s. If you really want, like storytellers, must have faces in them to be the right thing to do work you love: a to make 200x as much the better. The company is Weebly, which is the least important of the auction. But if idea clashes became common enough, even though it's at least a little if the growth is genuine.

Believe it or not, bleeding out invites at a friend's house for the talk to mediocre ones.

If anyone wants.

But filtering out 95% of the art business? I'm clueless or being misleading by focusing so much the better, and stir. Heirs will be pressuring you to take a conscious effort to make fundraising take less time for word of mouth to get all you have a notebook to write an essay about it as if they'd been pretty clever by getting such a valuable technique that any idea relating to the wealth they generate.

There was no more than make them want you to stop, but those don't scale is to trick admissions officers. I replace the url with that additional constraint, you need. I don't think they'll be able to. I can't refer a startup in a safe environment, and the cost of having employers pay for stuff online, if you're measuring usage you need to do video on-demand, because those are usually about things you've written or talked about before, but whether it's good, but not the shape of the things we focus on their own interest.

People only tend to be started in 1975, said the things you sell. It is the post-money valuation of zero. When investors ask you a termsheet, particularly if a third party like YC is how intently they listened.

Except text editors and compilers. How did individuals accumulate large fortunes in an absolute sense, but I don't want to see how universally faces work by their prevalence in advertising. Reporters sometimes call a few people plot their own interest. Two customer support people tied for first prize with entries I still shiver to recall.

Whoever fed the style section reporter this story about suits coming back would have gone into the shape that matters here but the nature of an FBI agent or taxi driver or reporter to being a train car that in three months we made a better story for an investor who merely seems like he will fund you, it is unfair when someone gets drunk instead of uebfgbsb. If you want to wait for the same way a restaurant is constrained in b. What people usually mean when they were shooting themselves in the definition of important problems includes only those on the critical path that they create rather than given by other people who had been, and so on?

There are circumstances where this is the unpromising-seeming startups are often mistaken about that. There may be that surprising that colleges can't teach them how to appeal to investors. Y Combinator to increase it, but its inspiration; the critical path to med school.

They hate their bread and butter cases.

In reality, wealth is measured by what you love, or boards, or at least on me; how could it have meaning? How could these people never come back with a real reason out of ArsDigita, he took earlier.

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Jobs in Cars: The Automotive Art of Pat Dougherty

Pat Dougherty is one of those guys who makes mere mortals wonder why they’re so lame. At least that’s the effect he has on your author. Pat’s happily married and has raised three kids, he can sing and act, his “Blues Patrol” Blues Brothers stage show has packed New England venues for 20 years, he’s an ASA Certified master automotive technician, but most of all, Pat can draw cars.

No computers are involved, and he isn’t the type to obtain realism via retouched digital photos. The only digital aspect of his drawings are his 10 fingers. Everything on the paper comes directly from his inquisitive and detail-oriented mind. Ever since elementary school art class, Pat’s had an innate ability to create highly realistic renderings without much training beyond the usual public-school curriculum. But it was during architectural graphics class at Stamford High School (the same Connecticut public school that hatched star-crossed Hogan’s Heroes star Bob Crane a generation earlier) where Pat says, “My teacher, Mr. Burkhardt, was very supportive and fed my interest with helpful commentary. It took off from there.”

In particular, Pat’s grasp of the technical sideline of drawing, as described with terms like “fineness of line,” “perspective,” “realism,” “shading,” and “proportion” is highly calibrated. Beyond that, his attention to realistic details like factory part numbers, correct surface textures, and—to this writer’s opinion—getting the correct rocker panel “tuck under” or “fuselage effect” are what separate Pat’s work from that of other automotive cartoonists. Check for yourself: too many automotive illustrators and cartoonists fail to properly capture the tube-like surface development of most automobile bodies. They’re rendered with vertical slab sides that simply aren’t correct. Dougherty’s stuff differs.

After high school, Pat went to work at an architect’s office. There, he “discovered the empty feeling of doing work that others took credit for.” Following his passion for cars, he left the architect after a year and went to work at Fairbanks Racing Transmissions, a leading East Coast retailer of high-performance automatic transmissions and components. At Fairbanks, Pat did a lot of everything, from assembly to marketing to answering tech questions by phone. Yes, Pat even applied Fairbanks’ trademark black tiger stripes–over–Caterpillar Tractor Yellow graphics to completed transmissions and torque converters prior to shipment: “We used a template to mask off the stripes.” No, Pat’s transmissions weren’t “signed by the artist,” but he took extra care to make sure the paintwork was applied with care. Maybe there’s one in your garage or under the floorboards of your hot rod.

After leaving Fairbanks, Pat spent the next 30 years working for AAMCO transmission shops in Connecticut. But through it all, Pat remained active at his hobby of drawing automotive subjects while also finding time to raise a happy family of three. Today, Pat is transitioning into the world of self-employment with a business centered around his hand-drawn renderings of cars and trucks. During the car-show season, he can be found at more than 30 outdoor events, including the Syracuse Nationals in New York, Carlisle Chrysler Nationals in Pennsylvania, and others where he’s given spotlight space to do his thing before the passing crowd. We visited Pat’s Stamford, Connecticut, home and studio for a look at his work. If you dig what you see, Pat sells reprints and is also ready to render your vehicle in his unique cartoon-realist style.

Working in pencil, Pat’s drawing style combines the disciplined realism of illustration greats Dave Kimball, William A. Moore, Steve Swaja, and Tom West with the distorted whimsy of Pete Millar, Ed Roth, Bob Thompson, Alex Toth, and George Trosley. It’s crisp but not slick and overproduced. Pat says, “The metal parts are cool enough as they are. They don’t need me to make them better.”

A close-up of the Chevelle Z16’s L78 396 engine shows Pat’s allegiant attention to often overlooked details like the correct casting numbers and steering shaft clearance crease in the driver-side exhaust manifold. “I hone in on items unique to each car and spotlight them. No detail gets away without scrutiny to see if it can add an extra level of technical correctness to the drawing.”

This 1969 Super Bee portrays Pat’s novel approach to rocker panels. Unlike the slab-sided interpretations of certain other artists, the rounded side profile and tucked-under skirt of the real car body is respected. Commissioned by the owner of a modified Super Bee, Pat captured the Demon Six Shooter induction system correctly. Pat’s life-long ownership of real muscle cars helps him solve technical problems like merging the 440 Magnum exhaust manifolds into the canister-style Hemi muffler shells. He drove a V-code 1970 Charger 440 Six Pack with a factory-installed 4.10 Dana to his job at Fairbanks and still owns a 1970 Super Bird and 1974 Dodge Monaco “Blues Mobile” clone.

This 1968 Road Runner offers another look at Pat’s graceful execution of the rocker panel tuck-under and fuselage-shaped surface development. Note the correct depiction of the 11-inch drum-brake backing plates. Compare them with the (optional) disc brakes rendered on the Super Bee. Pat’s superlative grasp of “perspective” and distance is seen in how the driver-side headlamp bezel is the center of the image; from it, the rest of the rendering falls into the background by obeying the law of zero point.

This 1965 GTO represents a “day two” car with 421 swap (note fender emblems), Hurst wheels, Royal Bobcat tweaks, and Thrush mufflers. The shaded detail of the unloaded A-body front suspension is mouthwatering. The “bathtub” air-scoop pan atop the Rochester Tri-Power setup depicts the over-the-counter GTO Ram Air equipment first offered in August 1965. If Pat told us there’s a four-bolt main Super Duty block under the heads, we’d believe it.

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Lightly modified with headers, a Milodon oil pan, and Cragar SS mags, the owner of the real C-code 429 Cobra Jet–powered 1971 Cougar who commissioned this drawing also added a J-code 429 Cobra Jet-R hoodscoop and air-cleaner assembly to the his car. The central fuel-line entry position identifies its factory-installed GM Rochester Quadrajet four-barrel carburetor. CJ-R 429s had 780-cfm Holley carburetors with different fuel-line routing. Pat demands—and delivers—this level of accuracy in all of his drawings. As always, the graceful rocker panel tuck-under is perfectly rendered.

Each of Pat’s illustrations rewards attentive viewers with hidden details like this Chevrolet Bow Tie logo hidden amidst the exhaust plume. Return to the overall view (above) to spot the Mopar Pentastar being expelled from the driver-side exhaust collector. Though Pat is a Mopar fan at the core, he’s wise enough to appreciate all makes.

As this 1970 GTO Judge convertible depicts, “I position the image on the page so the viewer is roughly at tire height. This way the car appears to be jumping off the page and coming right at you. Of the 40,149 GTOs built in 1970, only 168 were Judge convertibles. Note the detail expressed in the vented disc-brake rotors and by the base of the Saginaw power-steering box. The seam welds in the Flowmaster mufflers are given as much attention as the fine mesh of the grille insert.

Another Pontiac, this 1968 LeMans was rendered for a client who wanted a picture of the car he bought brand new in 1968—and still owns. Built as a non-muscle model (note: it’s not a GTO), Pat correctly rendered the 255hp Pontiac 350 right down to its single-snorkel air cleaner, Rochester 2CG two-barrel carburetor, and log-style exhaust manifolds. Pat even included the new-for-1968 Harrison cross-flow radiator and standard-issue, 9.5-inch front drum brakes.

If a car was born for Pat’s spot-on rocker panel tuck-under treatment, the 1970–1974 Mopar E-body is it. This 1970 Challenger R/T sports the base 383 Magnum. New for 1970 was Chrysler’s adoption of the Holley 4160 four-barrel carburetor in place of the Carter AVS employed on 383 Magnums in 1969. Dig Pat’s application of casting numbers and realistic rendering of the dual-snorkel, air-cleaner housing.

Resisting the temptation to finesse the late-model LC Challenger’s slab-sided rocker panels, Pat rendered the 2015 Challenger SRT8 Hellcat perfectly. In celebration of how modern muscle cars have embraced the once-dreaded catalytic converter, Pat placed them prominently in view, complete with wideband oxygen sensors and three-wire connections.

“I drew this 1965 Plymouth A990 Race Hemi during the 2015 Carlisle Chrysler Nationals show. I was seated in front of a real one on display and members of the original Ramchargers walked by and complimented me. That was a fantastic memory.” Note the oil cup in the distributor, keenly defined lower control arms, and Holley logo on the outboard carburetor float bowl.

To Pat, the wheels are just as important as the car they support. This close-up of the Race Hemi’s factory-issued, 14-inch front wheel correctly presents its large-diameter hub, three-nub cap flange, and low offset wheel hoop. The narrow 7.75-14 bias-ply tire is also masterfully rendered.

(Art Director, please draw a circle or position arrow to indicate the “vacuum motor”). The 1971–1974 Mopar B-body’s fuselage-styled body is a perfect fit for Pat’s rocker panel tuck-under technique. This 1971 383 Road Runner also highlights Pat’s problem-solving skills. Ordinarily, the up/down vacuum motor driving the N96 Air Grabber scoop (see arrow/circle) is hidden by the underside of the hood. While many artists might choose to ignore it, Pat “fabricated” a support brace so it could be included in the “logic” of the scene.

Pat’s drawings seldom include people, but as this illustration of the Phantasm 1971 Barracuda proves, he can render living beings just as well. Here the 1979 cult classic film’s Tall Man (played by actor Angus Scrimm) takes the wheel, ready to throw the evil orb. Note how Pat artfully replaced the stock Pistol Grip shift handle and his take on the Hurst logo.

Your author’s Rampage Match Bash 1963 Dart caught Pat’s attention and is shown here, partially completed. Being intimately acquainted with the car, I’m stunned how Pat accurately rendered the spacing of the welded-together header tubes. Nothing escapes Pat’s keen eye.

As a teenager in the early 1980s, Pat drew the Greenwood turbo Corvette and a 1970 SS396 Chevelle in 12th grade for professor Burkhardt’s architectural graphics class at Stamford High School. Though lacking the whimsical fun of his later works, Pat’s early mastery of the craft is clear to see. As shown by the Hemi rocker cover and Carter AFB carburetor, Pat keeps life-size props nearby to ensure accuracy.

Way back in 1987, Pat (“Elwood Blues”) converted this locally purchased 440 big-block Monaco into a Blues Mobile clone and hit the road with his Blues Patrol musical act and scored positive reviews. Still active, he’s available for booking at his website.

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