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[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 10

H X H ( ILLUMI ZOLDYCK)

CONTROL

WC: 2708

TW: none

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Chapter 9

Over the years both of the assassins had gone and completed many missions, each making a name for themselves. Without realizing it, both Illumi and Noa had been competing for the top spot for best assassin. As well as they were both going and preparing for the hunters exam. 

Illumi needed the hunter’s license to help him when it came to gathering information. Noa just needed the license to have under her belt, nothing of much interest to her. The both had begun their journey. 

Noa had arrived first, making her applicant 47. When Noa walked in she examined all of the present applicants. The only person that caught her eye was a clown/ magician who sat and shuffled his cards. Noa was very intrigued and stared at him with complete focus, watching as he shuffled each card so quickly without a mistake. Well that was until a small card flew out of the desk but was pulled back. Surprised she uses gyo to see if there was anything , and to her surprise she notices something like gum attached to his cards..

Noa’s intense stare didn’t go unnoticed by applicant 44, in fact he enjoyed this attention. Oh how he loved being admired. He stopped his shuffling to glance up with his gold amber eyes, once he saw her eye to eye he was impressed by her unwithering stare. Noa wasn’t bothered at all, for she thrived at such tension. To be polite, like the magician he his, he passes Noa a smile, in which Noa returns one back. Always keep your friends close and your enemies closer,  though she wasn’t all too sure where to place this magician. 

Without much thought Noa walks towards a wall that has a high ledge and jumps up to sit at the very top, this provides Noa with a view of all her competitions and those who will enter. Noa always knew it was better to get a bird’s eye view, always easier to see planned attacks. 

One after another contestants fill the room, until a small white haired boy with his little skateboard comes in. This alone was the start of a moment she wished to avoid. 

Noa (pov) 

Is that Killua? No, it couldn’t be. How could he be here, he was never allowed outside of his estate grounds unless it was for practice for missions or with a butler.. Unless, Illumi is here.. I look around to try to find him, but nothing. Illumi not with killua? Something must be wrong.. I jumps off the ledge and walk towards killua, hoping that i would catch him off guard.

“ Well if it isn’t Killua.” I shuffle his hair from behind him, startling Killua in the process..

“ N-Noa?”

“ Don’t look so scared Kil, it’s just me.” I move to stand in front of him and laugh. 

Killua takes a step back from me and takes an attack stance ready to fight me if I attack. “ Killua, you can relax, I do not wish to fight you, nor will I plan on it.” Killua looks at me with his intense stare contemplating if i meant my words, to which he decides that i am and relaxes. 

Pft, to think he thought he could beat me in a fight.. poor boy doesn’t even know how to use nen, let alone fight me.

“ What are you doing here?” Killua asks as he avoids eye contact with me. 

“ Well no particular reason, I just thought I could do it and just have the license under my belt. How about you Killua, I’m surprised you’re here, is someone with you?” 

“ No, I'm here alone, I wanted to see how hard this hunter's exam was.”

“ Hmm. I’m surprised your parents let you go alone, thus, i'm under the impression that you went against them. or better, on a mission”

 “ Maybe.”

I laugh and begin walking back to my original spot, i notice that Killua doesn’t follow, so I stop to turn back and move my head in a way that says “ let’s go.” He begins following me but we are stopped by another applicant, number 16.  He greets us and introduces himself to us, and tells us that he can tell that we are rookies and new to the whole exam. I gave a side look to killua and see that he too was already looking at me. 

“ Here let's toast to friendship!” Tonpa extends two cans of what looks like soda. I grab both the cans and open them before giving one to killua. The moment I open it I can tell something was added to it.. Hmm friendship you say.. 

Killua and I take a sip of our drinks and look at one another, I laugh to which he too laughs. Ha, he could tell it was messed with too. We finished our drinks and bid our goodbyes acting like we were buddy buddies with him.  I climb back up to my little ledge and make myself comfortable, with killua following my moves. 

“ So much for friendship, he tried poisoning us already.” 

“ Yeah, what an idiot! If only he knew we were trained assassins” Killua laughs and folds his arms behind his head and closes his eyes. We stayed quiet and just let the chattering in the air occupy our thoughts, well that was until Killua asks me a question. 

“ Noa, why did you stop visiting us?”

“ Well I had a lot of missions, nothing personal towards you, in fact you’re my favorite Zoldyck.”

“ Well that’s a lie, your favorite zoldyck is Illumi. Hey, actually was it because of big brother that you stopped coming?”

“ Hm sure you can say illumi was once a favorite to me, but don’t worry i can promise you that you’re my favorite. As for illumi being a reason, I will neither confirm nor deny.”

“ So that’s gotta be a yes!”

“ I take it you won’t accept any other answer.”

“Only if you can give me a convincing answer.” He turns to give me a small side smirk with side eyes. I shake off his comment and give a small chuckle and continue to look at all the applicants walk in. 

I keep a mental note of who I must keep an eye on, and to be honest none look like they’ll be any trouble. Well that’s until an applicant walks in.. he’s handed the badge number 301.. With every step he takes he rattles and shakes.. Much like he’s got the jitters or chills. Wait a minute.. What is he wearing… I’m no snitch but someone needs to call the fashion police. Has no one told him how terrible that outfit looks? He walks towards the magician, and begins talking with him from what I can see. Hmm, it looks like they know one another. And on that note, why do they both have a smaller waist than I do?  

“ That pink haired guy looks kinda creepy.” Killua comments.

“ Hm.. Him? Oh not at all, his little partner on the other hand, terrible fashion choice.”

“ his outfit, more like his hair and what is up with his face?”

“ Don’t be rude killua!”

“ You’re one to talk, you just made fun of his outfit!” Killua yells. 

We both bicker back and forth each defending our own opinion, that is until the pink haired man points in our direction. That is when we both stop to look at the two figures in the distance…

“ Wait, do you know them?” Killua asks me.

“ No.. not that i know of.”

“ well they sure know you..”

I stare back until they both look away. I jump off the ledge and dust myself off, to which Killua follows as well. I turn to look at the young boy, “ Well I'm going to walk around and see if I can learn anything.. You should do the same.” 

Killua nods and bids me a goodbye without a second word. “ Killua.” I call before he gets too far from me, he turns to look at me with his cat-like eyes. 

“ I wish you the best, just know i have no intention as i mentioned before to hurt you, that being said if you need anything just find me if you can, I’ll always be near. ” 

“ I can handle myself.”

“ I wouldn’t doubt it, but very well, I will see you around.”

I walk away and shuffle my way through the crowd, I try my best to avoid any contact with anyone, just so I can avoid any trouble.. That was until some idiot bumps into me, I guess I’ll be nice and apologize. 

“ oh I’m sorry!” 

The man stops and laughs, “ yes, you should be.” 

Excuse me? I’ll show you who should be sorry, “ My apologies, what did you say?” I stand with both hands interlocked in front of me with my head hanging low, to look like I'm submitting to him and really apologizing to him.

“ Can’t even hear me, it would be better for you to drop from the exam before it starts.” He chuckles and turns to face me.

Without a second thought I walk past him and gasps can be heard all around me. I’m guessing no one thought I’d do anything.. Never judge a book by its cover, “ Looks like you’re dropping first, quite literally.” I smile as I hold his heart in my hand and watch him fall to the floor. I look back at the heart in my hands and dig my fingers into the organ and rip it apart. Causing whatever blood was left in the organ to splatter around. Out of reflex I dropped the heart and caught whatever it was being thrown at me. In between my fingers I could tell it’s a card, I brought the card in front of me to see what card I held. Looks like I have the queen of hearts, how ironic. Already knowing who it belongs to, I face the magician and do his little card trick, by making the card disappear. 

“ Now you see it, and now you don’t.” I smile towards the magician, to which he applauds me. 

“My my.. It looks like I have a competition.” 

I  walk towards him and notice his little friend stands next to him, “Competition? Well I suppose you decided we are opponents rather than allies. Fine by me, not that I see you as any competition, I would waste my time in a fight with you.” 

“ A waste of time, you wound me with your words.” he dramatically throws his hand over his heart. 

“ Well while you're wounded, I assume you wouldn’t mind if I took your cards.” I then hold his deck of cards in my hands. He looks at me taken back by my actions but doesn’t question it. But waves me off. I begin shuffling the cards myself, this is when I notice that his cards bend like regular cards, but sharper than a dagger in the corners. 

“ So delicate flower, what is your name?”

“ Noa, Noa Lucafist.”

“ Hisoka , and this here is Gittarackur.”

“ Lovely to meet you, Hisoka and Gittarackur.”

After the introductions, we begin discussing what we are to expect in the exam. This is when i find out that Hisoka had done this before but was eliminated for such careless acts. But I couldn’t help but notice that Gittarackur kept his solid gaze on me, not once looking away. His stare alone felt familiar, intense.. Cold, yet comforting… I turn to look at him but he turns away, okay? 

Just when I’m about to ask him if there’s something wrong, an announcement that the hunter exam is about to start.. This is when we all learn that we must follow the examiner. 

The three of us all begin to start running to catch up with the examiner. I don't worry too much since I’ve ran countless miles for hours before. The key is to take longer strides and level your heart rate. I notice that Killua passes me with his little skateboard, letting the small breeze blow through his hair as he just relaxes. Smart boy. I continue to run at my pace until the pace begins to pick up.. Damnit, just when I was getting comfortable. With a sigh , I just pick up my pace a bit, but that is when i see others begin to fall behind and even give out completely.  

How could they have already given up, we haven't even started! With my attention somewhere else I didn't notice that I had ran closer to Gittarackur and bumped into him, almost knocking myself over. But He’s quick to grab me before I could even stumble, allowing me to keep my pace without stopping. 

“My apologies, and thank you.” I thanked him, but I got nothing in return. Hm, maybe he’s just an awkward man.. 

We continue to run for what seems like hours and I saw that more than half of the people had already dropped out.. A shame, I thought this was going to be harder. That is when i see a little boy like Killua run up past me reaching around where Killua is. Huh, another kid.  I watch the two kids and then hear some grown man begin yelling at Killua telling him to stop disrespecting the exam. But Killua isn’t bothered much by his comment, and actually seems confused. That is until the other kid backs Killua up telling the older man that it’s not an endurance test, just that we need to keep up with the examiner, smart kid. 

Killua slows down to start talking with the kid and that’s when he jumps off of his board and begins running with all of us. I smile at the two kids knowing that they are probably talking about some kid things. 

“ Do you know that white haired boy?” For the first time Gittarackur speaks up. 

“ Why do you ask?”

“ You were with him on the ledge back in the waiting room.”

“ mm, Yes i do, someone I’ve known for years..  So if you hurt him, you will regret it.”

“ I have no such plans.”

“ Good.”

We continue to run besides each other as we begin to descend up the stairs. Hisoka seems not too bothered by any of this running as he runs with a smile on his face, such a peculiar man. He’s a transmuter that’s for sure.. That’s when it hits me, does Gittarackur know how to use nen?

“Gittarackur, may i ask you a question? “ If you must.” He rattles as he turns his head to look at me and responds.

“ Are you a nen user by chance, I imagine if Hisoka is one.. He would only surround himself with those who are of either equal or stronger levels of strength.”

“ Yes i am.”

“ Then what are you exactly? Type I mean.”

“ A manipulator.”

“ Oh.. so am I!” 

“ I see.”

That is when our conversation ends, did I wish he spoke more? Most definitely, but i’ll take what i can get. I’m brought back to earth once I see light begin to fill the tunnel, finally we’ve reached the exit! I pick up my pace trying to get to the end faster rather than later. 

Finally we reach the end and out of the tunnel, I walk towards where Hisoka is and behind follow his buddy. Some of the applicants that are left begin asking if this is the end of the first stage, this is when we learn that we are in the Numere Wetlands and we need to pass to get past the first stage… The examiner then begins to explain the nature of the whole land and about the creatures that live in it. but a stranger comes out all wounded, or should i say creature.. The moment ��� it” popped up it began explaining what one of the creatures would want, or rather what it would want, to eat human flesh. 

I laugh internally and begin grabbing the rose thorns from the little flower brooch that I wear. All the other applicants begin to make sense of the whole situation, and even begin accusing Satotz of being a false examiner.  I sing in a low voice ‘ roses are red and violets are blue, tell a lie and these thorns will kill you.” In seconds the little metal pieces pierce right through the creature. 

“ Well you took away my fun delicate flower” Hisoka grins towards me.

“ There is only one room for a deceiver and it’s me, sorry hisoka.” I walk and approach the body to pull out my thorns, and shove them into my pocket. The crowd looks at me like I have just committed a crime, ungrateful is what they are.

The examiner applauds my actions but informs others that this was to be expected. Well at least I know that none of this will be too difficult.

[lifelongscribe]

Looking for something to watch during spooky season? Seeing lots of ghost hunting and urban exploration videos on your feed? Are a lot of them finding upside-down crosses? Well if you want to know what this symbol really means check out this video I made :)

Texts used and referenced here:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cross_of_Saint_Peter [Accessed 04/07/2022] https://symbolsproject.eu/crosses/st-peters-cross.aspx [Accessed 04/07/2022] basic info https://archive.org/details/JAMESApocryphalNewTestament1924/page/n325/mode/2up [Accessed 04/07/2022] -acts of peter internet archive https://archive.org/details/JAMESApocryphalNewTestament1924/page/n357/mode/1up?view=theater [Accessed 04/07/2022] -link to the martyrdom (see quote for p number) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_Viris_Illustribus_(Jerome) [Accessed 04/07/2022] -another bloke who wrote about it https://ccel.org/ccel/schaff/npnf203/npnf203/Page_361.html [Accessed 04/07/2022] ^ the above writings from Jerome https://archive.org/details/ned-kbn-all-00001809-001/page/n15/mode/1up [Accessed 04/07/2022] -the book ^ he wrote https://www.newadvent.org/fathers/2708.htm [Accessed 04/07/2022] -^ it in English https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_cross [Accessed 04/07/2022] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Peter [Accessed 04/07/2022] (https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eug%C3%A8ne_Vintras [Accessed 04/07/2022] -in French)-occult https://www.encyclopedia.com/science/encyclopedias-almanacs-transcripts-and-maps/vintras-eugene-1807-1875 [Accessed 06/07/2022] https://www.flickr.com/photos/access/3547394160 [Accessed 06/07/2022] https://www.stevenslawson.co.nz/projects/st-peters-cross/ [Accessed 06/07/2022]

[geminusrufus]

Scraping Raw HTML

Say you're browsing through the library of searchable Greek inscriptions on the Packard Humanities Institute website. While you're there, browsing through the Boeotian inscriptions as one does, you find the inscription IG VII 2708. You read it, and something catches your eye: that αὐτῦς in line 5 — that looks an awful lot like a dative plural! But if that's the case, why is it not spelled αὐτοῖς? Is this evidence of a consistent dialectal feature in the area? In order to figure that out, you need to collect more evidence. There's a few ways of going about it.

The first option which comes to mind is to start copy-pasting data from the website into a spreadsheet. This has the benefit of being immediately available, since you only need an internet connection, a spreadsheet editor, and patience. In fact, this is how I collected my data for my first epigraphic survey, way back in the first semester of my masters!

However, this option is pretty seriously flawed. There are multiple thousands of inscriptions on this one site, so any increase to the size of the study corpus would mandate a disproportionate amount of time spent on data collection. For my first survey, I spent an entire week on collection — flipping through and copying texts like it was 1802 — and I only gathered 248 inscriptions. At the time I was pleased with the amount I collected, but it only took a few days of work for me to see how inefficient the whole process was.

The next option is automation. Fortunately, this task is the perfect candidate! First, it's repetitive: copy the inscription number, paste it, copy the date, paste it, copy the text... that sort of repeated work is exactly what computers excel at. Next, it's consistent: every inscription page is laid out in the same format as every other, making it simple to find the appropriate data. Any code scraping the library wouldn't need to worry about page format or how the data is stored, since the relevant info is always in the same place. Finally, it's boring as hell to do by hand. That alone should be reason enough.

"So, uh, how do we do that?"

Great question! Look at the right side of the page (you still have G VII 2708 open, right?). See the green text there? The one that says "PH146216" — click it. Now look at the address bar and squint contemplatively as you notice that the number in the button you pressed is also at the end of the inscription's URL.

Now, hit the back button. The number should still be there, but with a bunch of other gook at the end. But none of that gook is actually necessary, just the PH number! Let's test it out: replace that number in the URL with "1" and... good heavens it took us to a different inscription. We could put anything there and the site will try to serve us a corresponding inscription!

Okay, some code. Let's make a function that builds a URL for us. For this, we'll use the R function paste() to combine the main body of the URL with a chosen PH number.

paste('https://inscriptions.packhum.org/text/', ph_no, sep = "")

Notice the sep = "" in there. That just tells the function that we don't want anything to separate the two elements as they are pasted together. For convenience, we can save this as the variable link.

link = paste('https://inscriptions.packhum.org/text/', ph_no, sep = "")

(Line breaks don't typically matter in R, and they can make things a lot easier to read. Normally there would be better indentation, but somebody thought we didn't need that in our posts any more.)

Now we need to tell the code to access that URL. To do that, we'll use the function read_html() from the library rvest. NB: libraries are essentially code someone else has written. That's a bit reductive, since libraries offer some standardization, consistency, and ease of use... but it's also definitely true. However, I don't know how to open a page in R entirely from scratch, and it's usually best practice to use a library anyways, so here it is. Whenever we use a function imported from a library, it will be preceded by the library name and two colons, like this: rvest::read_html(). This notation is a little slower for the computer than just saying read_html(), but it's a lot better for readability.

anyways, now that we have a URL saved, let's have R scrape it and save it as the variable page.

page = rvest::read_html(link)

Great! Now we have all the raw HTML for any PH number we want! Now we just wrap it into a custom function so that we could use an arbitrary number without editing any code:

MakePage = function(ph_no) { link = paste('https://inscriptions.packhum.org/text/', ph_no, sep = "") page = rvest::read_html(link) return(page) }

It looks like a lot, so let's break it down. The first line tells R that MakePage is now a name, that the name corresponds to a function, and that the function takes the variable ph_no as an input. That input can be anything — the text ph_no is just a placeholder.

Lines 2-4 take the input ph_no and creates a URL with it, which it saves as the variable link. Line 5 then uses that link to grab whatever raw HTML it can find, then saves it as the variable page.

Line 6 is the function's return. See, a function is just a collection of actions. They do stuff. They're great at doing stuff. They live to do stuff. Except they suck at doing stuff to things, and they can only actually output one stuff-ed thing at a time. No matter how many inputs you provide to a function, it can only output one. When you want it to output something, you use return() — so, here, the function is returning the variable page, meaning any other function could use that variable if we told it to.

And there it is! A function!

It looks nicer in R studio, doesn't it?

If you run that function, it will spit out some HTML at you!

And if you want to use that HTML later (and we do!), then simply save it to a variable!

voilà!

Next time we'll look at what exactly is in that HTML and how you can use it to answer your αὐτῦς question from earlier! (You remembered that, right?)

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

Little Talks and Mishaps [Special]

Plot: AU You got dragged for a night out clubbing with your friend and his boyfriend. Rescuing a friend of the incubus from unwanted attention ended up giving you the escape you desired. Little did you know that you’d cross paths with the very incubus again, leading to some late night catching up.

Rating: R (Language, implied sex, flirting, innuendos, female harassment of a male, incubus mythology)

Characters: Incubus!RM x Female Reader, plus mention of other members.

Notes: I am not an expert on demonology. This was based off a comical dream I had about someone accidentally ending up in my apartment when in reality they were looking for someone else. (The figure in the dream wasn’t a demon per se but a rookie individual that wasn’t human who appeared in places without using the front door.) This a different universe from the one with Incubus!Jungkook – different complex, neighbor, and scenario. Some of the rules from the mythology I wrote in JJK’s series will appear here.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You stared, amused at the handsome blonde who was jutting his lower lip out, dark eyes locked on yours. Behind him, your friend Taehyung watched in amusement.

You shook your head and insisted the pair should have fun together. “I’ll leave – no point in me acting like your awkward third wheel here.” You rose from your seat at the bar, only to find both of them trying to block your path to the exit.

“One song,” Taehyung pleaded. “Come on, you don’t get out enough!”

His boyfriend grinned as he grasped your hand, tugging you in the direction of the dance floor. “You’re not ruining anything Y/N! Come on, dance with us.”

You groaned as some noisy song that sounded like a mix of Ariana Grande with someone else began to play. Taehyung followed behind you, guiding you to stand between him and Jimin.

“Ugh this song sucks!” you complained.

Jimin looked over at the DJ and yelled he could make a request. He leaned closer to ask for your favorite song and you relented, sharing the artist and song title. He excused himself to put in the song and your eyes fell on a woman who was starting to corner a familiar face.

“Your cold act is cute, but I think we get that you don’t wanna whore yourself out to everyone,” the woman leered.

“Miss, I said no and no means no,” the mint-haired boy said.

“Yoongi! Hey, I was looking for you!” you half shouted, pushing your way over to him.

The incubus met your eyes and allowed a soft smile to cross his lips. He raised a hand in greeting and gestured to you, saying he needed to go.

“I’m so sorry jagiya,” he replied as he reached for your hand, giving it a squeeze. “My phone’s not working and it’s so loud here. Let me take you for dessert elsewhere, yeah?” He glanced at the woman who tried to come onto him and excused himself. “It’s rude to keep my girlfriend waiting.”

You nodded as you guided him outside, moving a few feet from the entrance. You fished out your phone and shot off messages to Taehyung, apologizing to him for bailing.

Yoongi let go of your other hand and quietly thanked you. He jerked his head in the direction of the club, muttering that he couldn’t shake the unwanted suitor.

You looked up from texting and put your phone away. “I’m really sorry that happened to you. Are you okay?”

He nodded and pointed up the street, asking if you wanted something. “I’m sorry about the fake girlfriend thing – I thought it would be more convincing to say you were my girlfriend, hence the ‘jagiya’,” he explained. “Can I buy you coffee or something to say thank you?”

“Did your job change?”

He shook his head no and explained he was covering for another incubus, who happened to be out sick.

“He wanted me to keep an eye out for someone he visits occasionally and she likes to visit that club,” Yoongi explained. “Turns out she didn’t go out as planned.”

You nodded to show you understood, your eyes drifting to your phone.

Tae

So was that guy your secret boyfriend you saved? Sent 20:32 PM

You

No he’s a friend of a friend. The lady didn’t know that the word “no” can actually mean “I’m not interested” – had to pretend we were a thing so she’d go away. Sent 20:34 PM

“Actually you kind of saved me too,” you added as you put your phone away. “My friend dragged me out to go clubbing, but I think he double booked me again. His boyfriend was trying to seem cool with it, but I wanted to leave them be.”

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak before he heard his order number called. He excused himself to retrieve his drink and your dessert.

He placed it before you and resumed his seat across from you, nursing his coffee in his hands.

“I don’t blame you,” he said. “Sounds like we both wanted to stay in.” He sipped his drink and leaned back in his seat. His eyes drifted to the window and he raised a brow when he saw someone approaching the cafe entrance. He straightened up in his chair and turned toward the door when he saw who it was.

“Hyung, you okay? Jimin said you left in a hurry,” the familiar boy asked. His eyes drifted to yours and he blinked. “Y/N – hi, um am I interrupting anything?”

Yoongi shook his head and invited the other to join them. Namjoon pulled out the chair and looked at his elder, then you.

You tilted your head and looked at Namjoon, remembering the name he said. “Jimin? Funny, I know a guy with that name too. He’s my friend’s boyfriend.”

Namjoon looked bewildered and Yoongi allowed a ghost of a smile to cross his lips.

“Ah so your friend’s the “artsy model boy” that Chim won’t stop rambling about,” Yoongi chuckled. “Yes, Y/N. He’s an incubus too. Don’t worry – he’s a sweet one but definitely needs lots of attention.” He addressed Namjoon, reassuring the other that he was fine.

“Y/N saved me from an aggressive human,” he explained, gesturing to you with his coffee cup. “Amazing that anyone these days can assume that “no” means “yes”. I bought her dessert to say thanks for pretending to be my girlfriend.”

Namjoon relaxed in his seat and expressed his gratitude to you, turning to face you. You noticed his hair had grown out from the blonde uppercut and was now darker and slightly windblown, with a deep side part. You almost didn’t recognize him with the drastic change, but it suited him just as well.

“Tae double booked me again I’m pretty sure,” you explained. “I wanted to bail, but both he and Jimin were trying to get me to stay and dance.”

“Hoseok’s girl wasn’t there by the way,” Yoongi declared as he pushed his chair back. He rose from his seat and apologized for leaving in a hurry. “I need to get back, but thank you again Y/N. Joonie, would you please make sure she gets home safely?”

Namjoon promised the elder he would and bid him goodbye. Yoongi excused himself and exited quickly, sipping his coffee. 

You picked at the dessert and Namjoon jerked his head toward the counter.

“Would you like a box?” he asked.

You nodded and explained that you wanted to head back and get out of your clubbing attire. The incubus looked back and blinked when he got a better look at your outfit.

It wasn’t overly revealing or short. You opted for a top that was off the shoulder that showed off your shoulders and collarbones. On the bottom you wore ripped jeans and heels, the latter which you were starting to regret wearing.

“Please allow me to walk you home,” Namjoon said as he rose from his seat.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

"You changed your hair,” you noted.

He nodded and shyly ran a hand through it, explaining that he needed a change, plus the roots were starting to grow back in.

“This is my real color,” he added. “I kind of hated it, so I was always messing with the color or the cut.”

“I like both,” you confessed. “Blonde or your natural color, they both look good.”

He smiled at your compliment, the dimples forming in his cheeks. He held the door to your building open for you and you entered, digging around for your keys.

“You wanna come in, or do you have to run off too?” you asked once you reached your door.

Namjoon pushed his hands into his pockets and looked around. “Um, only if you want me to.”

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for him to come in. Once inside, you tried to balance on one foot to remove one heel at a time.

Namjoon stood in front of you and offered his hands for support. You thanked him, cheeks feeling a bit warm as you gripped his hand while stepping out of one heel. As soon as your foot touched the ground, you stepped out of the other one, lowering yourself onto the balls of your feet.

“Thanks,” you whispered. He took the dessert and carried it to the counter, while you busied yourself with tidying up your shoes. “So...my friend is dating an incubus?”

Namjoon retrieved forks from the drawer and explained that Jimin was his colleague, the same one who did food delivery.

“Wait, he’s the one who forced you to do my delivery without pay last time?” you recalled.

“Yeah.”

“Sure hope he hasn’t made you do more runs like that,” you said.

“Like I said, it was his fault,” Namjoon remarked. “But I got to see you again and catch up.”

“Plus you got fed,” you teased.

His eyes glittered at your comment and he flicked his tongue out. “In more ways than one. Think that was better than a tip.”

You felt your face heat up at the memory of the incubus between your thighs, licking, sucking, and devouring your core. He insisted on pleasuring just you that night, but you had wondered if you’d ever be able to repay the favor.

“Please tell me you’ve sworn off the substitute,” you said, slowly approaching him. “It can’t be good for you.”

He looked guiltily at you and murmured that he had gone back to consuming it after seeing you. “I...well, see,” he mumbled, “I can’t find anyone else’s scent or taste that appeals to me. Sometimes I think it’s better if I just consume the substitute.”

“You could ask.”

“I didn’t want to be rude,” he confessed.

“I’m guessing you haven’t had sex with anyone?”

He shook his head and you took the dessert from him, putting it away in the fridge. As soon as the fridge door closed, you looked over at him and tilted your head.

“You can say no,” you began, “but may I help you? I mean, you can do whatever you want – eat me out, fuck me –”

“I wouldn’t fuck you,” he cut you off, a long finger tapping against your lips. “Not the first time. I’d rather make love – it’s more satisfying if we draw it out.” He removed his finger, hand gently reaching out to cup your face. “May I kiss you?”

“You need to ask?” you whispered before leaning in for a kiss.

Tae

You got home safely right? Sent 2:09 AM

OMG, ANSWER ME! Sent 2:28 AM

You groaned as your phone buzzed, waking you from your slumber. You sleepily slide your finger across the screen and heard Taehyung firing off a series of questions.

“Tae, stop,” you grumbled. “I’m home and I’m sleeping.”

“Why didn’t you answer my messages earlier?!”

“I went to bed early,” you sighed. “Good night to you too.” You hung up before he could respond and you glanced over at the other side of the bed.

Namjoon pried an eye open and he reached out his arms, waiting for you to settle back down before cuddling you. You sighed contentedly as he nuzzled at your neck.

“Be nice – he’s a good friend,” he murmured.

“Sometimes he invades my space too much,” you grumbled.

“Sure hope I won’t be on the end of that statement,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I think we’ll be seeing each other more often, if that’s okay with you.”

“Definitely,” you confirmed. You smiled as you reached back to ruffle his hair and heard him hum, satisfied with the affection. “So, I did okay?”

“Incredible,” he chuckled. “Let’s say I have a bit of an addiction to you, beyond the bedroom, and I don’t want to give you up.”

[strawberriesinbloom]

horns

Satan/Reader

Summary: Another prank by Satan goes horribly wrong. Luckily, you’re there to help with the clean up.

Word Count: 2708

This is a tickle fic btw 

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You lounged on Satan's bed idly reading a random book that you had plucked from one of his many shelves. You had to shove a pile of books aside just to make room for your legs to fully stretch out, but other than that, you made yourself right at home. Though cluttered, his bedroom was a nice, quiet place to spend some time without the rest of the brothers hot on your tail. You lingered here often, whether to get homework help or to flirt with a certain blond demon (sometimes at the same time). More often than not, though, you found yourself hanging out in his room by your lonesome, like now. 

You had managed to get a quarter of the way through the novel while waiting for Satan to get back. The story wasn't particularly interesting–a human and a fairy fall in love and drama happens, blah, blah, blah, but it beat scrolling through Asmodeus' current photo spam on Devilgram. 

The human and fairy had just met when Satan opened the door with an angry grunt. He was dressed in a plain T-shirt and sweatpants–a tad more casual than his usual attire. His hair was damp and slick with tiny water droplets. You watched one trickle down his jaw and land on the towel that casually hung around his neck. 

Without glancing at the page number, you closed the book and sat up. Hands folded neatly in your lap, you asked, "Did you manage to get all of the gum out?"

Satan shut the door with a barely noticeable jolt. The thud that followed was the exact opposite: a loud slam. He blinked silently for a moment but didn't question why you were in his room. You usually shot him a quick text before coming, but you decided not to this time. "It wasn't gum," he scowled, glancing down at the book you were reading with a slight eyebrow raise, "It was a potion Solomon had created for me. It turns solid when in contact with demon skin." He stayed on the other side of the room and crossed his arms.

"If it's pink, sticky, and gets everywhere, then it's gum," you answered, which earned a curt head shake from Satan, "but you didn't answer my question: did you get all of it out?" Although he seemed fairly clean for the most part, you had seen the aftermath firsthand. There was gu–er, pink, sticky substance–absolutely everywhere. 

He turned his head away. For a moment, you thought that was all he was going to answer with until he transformed into his demon form. In a blink of an eye, two horns and a tail sprouted from within. Although you've been living among demons for quite some time now, you were still in awe whenever you saw them change into their true selves. New powers, strength, and abilities…it was more than your measly human brain could comprehend. 

However, this time you were a little underwhelmed. The gunk clung onto Satan's horns like glue. Bits of black peaked out underneath the pink and tiny pieces hung off like string cheese. It was apparent that he had attempted to scrub some of the stuff off, but it wasn't particularly effective.

You snickered.

Satan's face flushed a bright red. "Don't laugh," He crossed his arms with a tiny scoff.

"Sorry, sorry," you snickered again, "but that's what you get for trying to prank Lucifer without me."

"How was I supposed to know that my plan would backfire like that?"

"You would have known if you told me," you said, "because then I would have told you that Lucifer charmed himself with a reversal spell." You bit your tongue to stop yourself from laughing at the memory of Satan's face when the potion he had thrown at Lucifer hovered in the air for a good second before splashing back on him. 

Satan frowned, "Oh, just be quiet."

Other than his horns, it looked like he managed to get everything else off. His hair was no longer the tangled, sticky mess that it had been earlier, and you could actually see his skin now. Even his tail was spotless, which was odd. “At least your tail looks clean,” you pointed out. Like always, it wrapped around his right leg, as though he was afraid that the spikes would hurt someone else. If Satan could scrub everything off of his sharp tail, then why did he leave his horns like that? 

He glanced at his tail before squinting at you. You supposed that he was wondering how you were going to tease him next. “Yeah,” he said, “it’s just my horns that are like that.” He kept his arms defensively crossed.

You asked, “Why couldn’t you clean it off your horns?” Satan’s tail coiled tighter around his leg.

“I don’t know. I just…” he suddenly became very interested in one of the fallen books on the floor, “...couldn’t get it off.”

You stood up and pointed to the edge of his bed, "Come on Satan." When he didn't move, you said, "Sit here." You tapped his mattress. 

"Why are you asking me this?" He asked with an overblown eye roll. He walked over but remained standing.

"Just give me a second," you held up your index fingers and darted out of the room. 

In a few minutes, you came back lugging a bucket of soapy water and a scrubbing brush in tow. The water splashed around the bucket with every step, threatening to spill out. You kept your grip on the handle until you dropped it on the floor next to Satan, who was now diligently sitting where you had pointed. You raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on it.

Satan pursed his lips when he saw the bucket. "What are you going to do?" He asked, glancing warily at the brush held loosely in your hand.

"I'm going to help you clean that gum off your horns," you dipped the brush in the water and swirled it around, "Think of it as an apology for laughing at you."

"Oh, no, that's entirely not necessary," Satan spoke faster than usual, "I can just do it myself–"

"Nonsense," you interrupted him with a jerk of your wrist, flicking the excess water off of the brush, "I like helping you out."

Satan stared at you, then at the brush, and then back at you. You couldn't pin down the expression on his face, only that it seemed uncertain. He tugged on one end of his towel so both ends were at equal lengths again. After a good second of silence, Satan bowed his head and spoke.

"Uh, could you repeat that?" He had muttered so quietly that you would have assumed he had simply cleared his throat if it weren't for the fact that you two were in a conversation.

"I said go ahead," Satan spoke up, "Just be quick, alright? I have somewhere to be this afternoon."

You were tempted to ask what his plans were, but you kept quiet. Seeing how Satan had so many connections within and outside of the Devildom, chances were that you would have no idea what he was doing or who he was going with. It was better not to ask. "I will," you answered as you positioned yourself closer to Satan. You were going to try to be gentle, too, considering how hesitant he seemed earlier. You didn't want to hurt him or anything. 

Then again, he was a demon and you were just a meddlesome human. You probably weren't going to harm an all-powerful immortal creature from hell, but you still wanted to remain cautious. 

You held the brush an inch over Satan's head. You had never cleaned a demon's horns before, so you didn't know where to begin. It didn't help that his horns were inverted, making it a little difficult to squeeze under that curved part. You held the brush at another angle to visualize how you'd go about this. In hindsight, you probably should have thought about how you were going to clean Satan's horns before jumping straight into it. 

"Aren't you going to start?" Satan asked without having the decency to turn his head and look at you. He kept his gaze tilted downward at a stack of books that were on his ‘To read’ list. That stack only got bigger and bigger every time you saw it. They were always new books, too. You had never seen that same novel in that pile two days in a row. 

You couldn't let yourself get distracted so easily. You nodded your head, "Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. I'll get started." You lightly gripped the underside of his jaw with your other hand for support. The tips of your fingers dipped as he swallowed. 

You hummed absentmindedly as you got to work. Starting at the base of his right horn, you began to scrub away at what you were now completely certain was gum. It was already relatively clean, so you assumed Satan had started there before giving up. There were a few stray globs still stuck that came off within a few soft rubs. You squinted. How odd. 

Satan's skin was beginning to feel hot, and you chalked it up to him being flustered from your proximity. He was the type of guy to pretend that he doesn't get embarrassed easily, and for the most part, he played it well. However, there were a few times when you caught him completely red-faced after some of your bolder flirting attempts. It was cute.

One slightly hardened wad of gum lay stuck against the upper part of his horn. A few light brushes weren't going to cut it.  You tightened your grip against his cheek as you started to put some more elbow grease into it. Satan's entire body went rigid while you scrubbed. A few small bubbles of soap floated in the air from where you targeted that specific piece of gum. 

You stuck your tongue out. You weren't sure whether to congratulate Solomon for making such an effectively dastardly potion or to yell at him for making your life so difficult. You made a mental note to do both the next time you saw him. 

Eventually, you managed to get that stubborn wad off. Taking a small break, you dipped the brush back in the bucket. When you looked back up, you paused. 

"Uh?" You frowned, "Are you okay?"

As expected, Satan was blushing, but he seemed a little worse for wear. He sat hunched over with his hands pressed firmly in between his knees. His cheeks were puffed out in a grimace. 

"I'm fine," he huffed, "Continue." He flipped his hand in your direction.

You straightened up your back. "Are you sure? You look like you're…" you tapped the back of the brush against the tip of his horn, causing Satan to jump, "...in pain…?"

"As I said, I'm fine. Just get it over with."

You hesitated, not completely sure whether to believe him. However, you didn't want to leave him looking like he was on the wrong end of Asmodeus' beauty experiments. "Alright, but I'll be gentle this time. Okay?" You said. Satan's only reply was a weak grunt. 

You lightly brushed against the side of Satan's horn, where the gum was thinning out. It took a little longer to get it off, but you were making progress. Every so often, Satan would flinch, but he didn't comment on it, so neither did you. After a minute or two, you were starting to get the hang of things. You had started scrubbing the underside of his horn when Satan made a small sound that sounded suspiciously like…

"Satan, are you laughing?" You placed your hands on your hips. 

He pressed the back of his wrist firmly against his lips. "No," he stammered, "Why would you think th-ahaha!" Satan ducked his head away from where you had dragged the bristles of the brush across the long end of his horn. He jerked his head around to stare at you bug-eyed.

"You're ticklish."

"You caught me by surprise!"

"I never knew demon horns could be…" your voice petered out as you reached over to scratch at one of the grooves.

Satan immediately burst into uncharacteristically bright giggles, "Ehehehe, st-stop ihihit!" He swiped at your wrist and forcefully pried it off of him. 

You unceremoniously dropped the brush in the bucket. Some of the water splashed out and onto the floor, but you paid it no mind. "But it's so cute," you said. With that hand now free, you reached out to scitter your fingers against his other horn. 

He yelped, "Dohohon't–!" He grabbed your other hand and held your hands down. You tried to break free, but all he did was readjust his grip so that both of your wrists were pressed together in one hand. 

"Hey!" You exclaimed, struggling some more, "Let me go!"

"No, you're just going to–to–" Satan's cheeks flushed a bright, fiery red. His lips snapped shut, unable to finish his sentence. He had always denied it fervently whenever you brought it up, but Satan was the type to blush easily.

You paused for a moment before chuckling softly, "I'm not going to tickle you, anymore. Promise." Satan sputtered at that word before letting go of your hands. He turned to the side, away from you. He tried to hold his head up high, but any bit of dignity he had left was squashed by his pout. Free from his grasp, you stretched out your wrists, twisting them around in semi-circles. "But," you continued, stretching out the word, "what about your horns? They're still a little…" you trailed off, pointing at the gunk that was still caked in between the grooves. Thanks to you, there was a lot less now, but you weren't sure if Satan could take any more of the scrubbing required to get the rest off.

A look of 'Ah…right' flashed across Satan's face. He gingerly reached up to poke the tip of one of his horns. Some of the pink stuff came off at the touch, sticking to his index finger. He examined it closely before attempting to flick it off with his thumb. When it hardly moved, Satan tried again. When that didn't work, he sighed and wiped it against his pant leg.

You reached into the bucket and fished around for the brush that had completely submerged in the water. You cringed when the back of your hand brushed against something soft and squishy, but you were able to find the brush. You grabbed it by the handle and dried off the excess water with the hem of your shirt. "You can do it yourself if you want," you said, waving the brush back and forth in front of him.

He laughed sheepishly, "No, no, you can do it. I–"

The corners of your lips ticked up into a mischievous smile, "You like it when I do it, don't you?"

He jumped back in his seat and sputtered, "No!" He cupped the back of his head. His hair was almost completely dry at this point. "What makes you say that?" Now his ears were turning a lovely shade of pink. He refused to glance in your direction. You supposed you hit the nail on the head.

You snickered and muffled the sound with the back of your hand. "Just a hunch," you said. Without waiting for a response, you continued, "I'll be quick. Just try to stay still." You began to scrub at the back of his horns, where most of the gunk had accumulated. 

Satan gripped the edges of the mattress, pulling at the blanket. He squeaked as you brushed against the sides. He clamped his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from making any more embarrassing sounds. You lingered at that spot a little longer than necessary just to watch him squirm a little. It wasn’t until you started to scrap the gum stuck on the pointy tips of his horns that Satan jerked his head out of the way and cackled. “Wahahait–” he swatted at your hands,  and you took a step back. 

This was going to take a while.

[buckystevelove]

My Brightest Star

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2708

Warning: ANGST and fluff

A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.

A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.

He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.  

After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.

Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.

You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.

It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”

At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.

6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.

When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”

At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.

Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.

Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.

The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.

“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.

“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.

“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”

The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.

After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.

Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.

“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.

“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.

“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.

Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.

That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.

“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.

“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”

Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.

Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.

“What happened?” She asked in panic.

“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”

Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”

“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.

Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.

“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”

“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”

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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.

Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.

He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.

“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all  the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.

“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”

That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.

“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”

Becca made a confused face.

“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.

“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.

Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.

“I want my mommy, dad.”

“So do I honey.”

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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.

A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.

He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..

“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”

“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.

When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.

Bucky,

My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.

If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.

I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.

Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.

I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.

          Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.

After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.

“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.

“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.

He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.

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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.

[27dragons]

Title: One Man’s Trash

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24234520 Creator Name: @27dragons Card Number: 3033 Squares Filled:      S3 - Remote Control (Chapter 1)      T4 - Artificial Intelligence (Chapter 2)      T5 - Fabrication (Chapter 3) Word Count: 2708 Rating: G Warnings: None Ship/Main Pairing: Bucky & Tony Major Tags: AU: Post-Apocalypse, Android Bucky Barnes, Finders Keepers Summary: 

Mostly, when the ‘bots went out scavenging, they brought back junk. Circuit boards melted to slag, coils of wire that had fused together, bits of broken glass and charred remnants of furniture. Tony managed to find uses for it all -- in the wake of the War, there was no such thing as trash. Everything got repurposed somehow -- but that didn’t change the fact that it was junk.

But once in a while, they happened across something good. A crate of transistors that had been miraculously shielded from damage. A handful of protein bars still sealed in their packages. Lengths of rebar. Tools, sometimes.

This time, they’ve really hit the jackpot.

Fills for the @tonystarkbingo

[anthonycrowleymoved]

HAIR SURVEY RESULTS TWO: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

i know this was a long time coming. without further ado, i’m going to show you the final scores. then, if you so choose, you can go in and see my ~further analysis and information~ as well as other details and a comparison of lev’s earlier survey.

SO. here’s how it worked. i had a total of 561 people rank 16 of crowley’s hairstyles. i wanted people to rank the hairstyles to see if the results differed from when people were asked what their favorite overall style was. each person who gave a hairstyle a ranking of 1 contributed 16 points towards that style, 2 contributed 15 points, and so on. this means the lowest possible score a Look™ can get is 561, and the highest is 8976 (16 x 561)

OFFICIAL RANKINGS:

1. 2012 BUN - 7965

2. GOLGOTHA - 7108

3. PRESENT DAY - 7060

4. 2007 HAIR - 6988

5. MESOPOTAMIA - 6820

6. EDEN - 5547

7. 1941 (CHURCH SCENE) - 5406

8. 1967 - 4644

9. 2012 NANNY - 4146

10. BOOK!CROWLEY - 3650

11. 1970s - 3408

12. 33 AD (ROME) - 3040

13. 1601 (SHAKESPEARE) - 2770

14. 541 AD (KNIGHTS) - 2751

15. 1862 - 2708

16. 1793 (FRENCH REVOLUTION) - 2477

DISCUSSION OF OVERALL RESULTS

graphic representation of all of the results, in descending order. as you can see, bun was the runaway lead, with the next four highest scoring looks™ pretty close together. similarly, the shakespeare look, knight look, and sideburn look are all similarly hated.

fig. 2: scores sorted by in-universe order of appearance. i think it’s interesting to look at this and see that there seems to be....sort of a trend. in general people seem to like the very early looks and the very modern looks, with the lowest scoring looks all clumped together.

INDIVIDUAL RESULTS

now, i’d like to discuss the individual breakdown of each look™, to determine how universally it was liked or disliked, or alternately the distribution of votes 

eden

eden had an average score of 9.89. people seemed pretty middle of the road on this look, with the occasional person either loving it or hating it. it’s a lot more divisive than a lot of his hairstyles for sure. (me, i personally thought it verged a bit into ‘bad wig’ territory, and i did see a couple people thinking the same)

mesopotamia

i was kind of surprised by this one being as low as it was! obviously it was in that grouping of popular hairstyles, but i feel like the general consensus you read on here is that this is the fan favorite. apparently not so. the average score was 12.16, however, which, not bad. people in general did tend to like this look, obviously, with a few holdouts scattered about

golgotha

fun fact! this is my personal favorite because, the headscarf. my god. iconic. and apparently y’all agree! it eeked out second place with an average score of 12.67

rome

so this is the first. not great look. people don’t seem to be crazy about this one. it had an average score of 5.41

knight look

“oh maggie why is this even here we can’t see his hair” It’s My Survey And I Get To Choose The Looks. but anyway. no one liked this. seriously. this is the first one that didn’t get a single person to give it the top spot. average score was 4.903, which also isn’t great.

1601

look, i know you’re supposed to be unbiased or whatever, but this is a tumblr survey and none of this matters. i hate this look. i hate it so much i often forget it exists out of self preservation. even now as i type this i know if i scroll up i’ll see that terrible facial hair, and i saw it like a minute ago when i uploaded the picture, but i can’t for the life of me remember what it looks like because my brain has put up a protective barrier. you all seem to agree with me, as the average score of this is just 4.94. excellent taste all around

1793

LAST PLACE. i don’t completely. GET. the hatred of this one. i found it to be. very middle of the road. fine i suppose. but the people have spoken with an average score of just 4.42. so what do i know

1862

another one no one said was their favorite. i mean. fair. this one had an average of 4.83, and many people said this was his most heterosexual look, and i agree. bad. 

1941

this one seemed to be a bit middle of the road for people, which is kind of understandable. it’s a great hat, but i get that people like the more dramatique™ looks better. had an average score of 9.64, so like. not bad

1967

now this one was ALLLLL over the place. people love it, people hate it, people are indifferent. average score was 8.28, which, again, shows how split this one was. i for one welcome john lennon and joyce byers’ demon lovechild.

1970s

i’m so mad. average score was 6.07. this is my second favorite hairstyle overall. yes, seriously. anyway you all are wrong and that’s all i have to say about that have a good night

1990s

people kept asking me why i included the illustration from the modern cover of the book, and the primary reason was because i thought it would be funny, which is why i do most things. i also was kind of wondering what people would do with it, and the answer is seemingly ‘question why it was there.’ i wish there was a way i could have included ‘your own personal headcanon for what he looked like while reading the book,’ but alas this is as close as i could get. average score was 6.51. the people who gave said this was their favorite are my heroes, and one person described him as looking like an insurance salesman, which like. thank you from the bottom of my heart

2007

yeah. okay. i nicknamed this one ‘cursed’ in my master list. i don’t get it. i’m so sorry. i am like, the singular holdout who just can’t stand this hair. but i am very much in the minority, everyone else seems to love it. average score was 12.46. good for you, 2007 crowley. i will never understand you

2012 (Nanny)

this is the last....not great look. again, a bit all over the place. average score was 7.39.

2012 (Bun)

i LOVE this hairstyle, but i was blown away by how high it was on lev’s poll and i’m blown away again with how high it is here. i just feel like we collectively never talk about how much we love the bun look, and then when we’re asked we go feral. this had an average score of 14.19. how. gender, indeed.

present

ahhh, the classic tennant hair. a solid look. no one really seems to dislike it, it’s just. not everyone’s top spot. there’s nothing offensive about it, clearly, but i don’t think it sets anyone off like some of the other top contenders. and i’m slightly surprised how little we talk about this hairstyle considering how popular it is (and i get it, he looks like every lesbian i’ve ever had a crush on who was painfully out of my league), but again, that might be because it’s Tennant Classic™. average score was 12.58.

LEV DYKEIEL’S RESULTS VERSUS MAGGIE ANTHONYCROWLEY’S RESULTS: A BRIEF ANALYSIS

the main reason i wanted to do this in the first place was to see if the results changed at all from lev’s survey when i asked people to rank their choices rather than just choose their favorite. the answer is actually like, kind of! not majorly, but a bit. the comparison as it stands without the entries that did not appear on both lists:

if you want to see the changes more easily, i’ve done some color coding here:

as you can see, there were definitely some shifts, but what i’d like to focus on is the change in rank of the golgotha hair, the two that came in last place, and the sixties and seventies looks. for the golgotha hair, i suspect that because it was so close to the mesopotamia hair, the vote may have been split a bit, whereas here you could have realistically given both a good score. lev also said that in their results, after the 2012 bun look, 2007, present, and mesopotamia were kind of always in a bit of a tie with each other, whereas this was the case with mine with the addition of the golgotha hair. taking that into consideration i think it’s interesting that that one ended up getting second place. 

i also think it’s interesting that france wasn’t in last place on lev’s poll, because there’s such a huge difference in points between the sideburn look and the french revolution look according to my numbers. however, as i said before, no one actually picked sideburns as their favorite on this survey, but there were a couple of people who like, loved the revolution hair. i think that may have ended up giving lev and i slightly different results, as the revolution hair is like ‘you either really love it for some reason (rare) or despise it’ and the 1860s hair is like ‘you either hate it or you’re lukewarm about it’. 

similarly, the shift in rank in both the sixties and seventies looks is also interesting, because they both moved kind of significantly. i think the 60s look changed because, as i said, it seemed to be a pretty divisive look. people don’t seem to be agreed on how much they like it, so there are people really Into It who voted it as their favorite on lev’s, but there are also people who HATE IT. i think something sort of similar happened with the 70s look in the opposite direction. i think not many people LOVE it, but a lot of people kind it not to be like, the worst one. as a result it went up a bit because, while few people consider it their favorite (can’t relate), a few people were like ‘okay it’s fun’ and ranked it semi-high, or at least there was more of a distribution than some of the more hated looks. also it’s almost 2 am i hope this analysis makes sense because words. the english language.

ANYWAY THOSE ARE MY RESULTS I KNOW I PROMISED TABLEAU GRAPHICS BUT I FORGOT I NO LONGER HAVE A LICENSE FOR THAT BECAUSE I GRADUATED AND ALSO IT LOOKS FINE WITH THE GOOGLE GRAPHICS AND I DON’T WANT TO MAKE MY LIFE HARDER COOL BYE!

[alienhoarder]

You are welcome! I hope your therapist helps you and explains much better and more professionally than I can 💓 I'm probably going to see one when I can drive

Yeah. I haven't gotten into therapy yet actually. I'm supposed to though. I can't wait to get in.

Fun therapy story from 4th grade though: So I didn't why sometimes I would walk into a room and immediately forget what I was doing. So I asked to test my memory. My therapist have me the number 2708. I still haven't forgotten it as you can see.

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[sachiel21]

Answer 21, tag 21 people you would like to know better!

I was tagged by @biggreenneatbox I was flattered to be tagged with those other cool people and I appreciate your support and reblogs.

1. Nickname(s): I don’t really have any nicknames.

2. Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

3. Height: 5'8

4. Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

5. Last thing you Googled: Mushroom Soup Recipe

6. Favourite Musician(s): Keane, Sam Smith, Ariana Grande, Madonna, Oasis, Stevie Wonder

7. Song stuck in my head: Right now, ‘Sucker’ by the Jonas Brothers. Don’t judge me, it’s catchy, Nick’s falsetto and harmony with Joe are so good!

8. Following now: 113

9. Followers: Get this, 2708! I don’t know how I amassed so many followers for my humble blog. I don’t post too too often or get a huge number of notes … I wrote a couple of popular bumbleby fics back in the day (lol 3 years ago). I guess people think I’m cool, cute or a nice person? I don’t know, but I’m very grateful and flattered.

10. Do I get asks: No, but I wouldn’t mind it if I did.

11. Amount of sleep: 5-6 hours a night.

12: Lucky number: I don’t have one.

13. What I’m wearing: A black zip up, T-shirt and flannel pajama pants.

14. Dream Job: Well - I’d like to be a writer. It’d be a dream to publish a novel. When I was little, I wanted to draw comic books. Then I learned about the real world and that money was a thing. At my day job I have corporate slave drivers, senior VP of this and that, oh my god, I can’t really stand it but I’ll do it to support my real passions. It’s important not to forget your dreams. I’ll get there one day.

15. Dream Trip: Going to Paris with my love.

16. Favourite Food: Vietnamese, all of it, Bun Bo Hue, Vermicelli bowls, everything is so light and fresh.

17. Instruments: No. I learned a bit of piano a few years ago so I could play some Final Fantasy piano songs but I’m so very out of practice.

18. Languages: English, a bit of Chinese and French.

19. Favourite Song(s): ‘I’ve Told You Now’ by Sam Smith, ‘Cold Shoulder’ by Adele, ‘LoveStoned’ by Justin Timberlake, ‘Sparks’ by Coldplay, ‘She Has No Time’ by Keane, ‘Into You’ by Ariana Grande, ‘Jealous’ by Nick Jonas.

20. Random Fact: Hmm, when I was younger, people told me I was attractive, hot even, and that I had a sexy voice but then they usually got turned off by my withdrawn introverted personality… Anyways, so glad I finally found another person to be a total nerd with (my true self), and we can be introverted and in love together.

21: Aesthetic: V-neck T-shirts, tight dark blue jeans, long dark hair, and sneakers.

I’ll just tag the people I’d be interested in learning more about and who I think might actually do this, it’s a short list:

@rwbyjungie @jj-lives @katiethetransbian @blakebellafuckingdonna @aeschylusrex

[camdenfringe]

CHANGES TO THE PRINTED PROGRAMME

Since we printed the glossy A5 brochure for the Camden Fringe there have been a number of additions to the line-up and a couple of cancellations. Here is a list of forthcoming changes. Always check our website for the most up to date line-up information

**ALTERATIONS**

The times for this show are different to those printed in the brochure You Have Absolutely No Sense Of Time The Black Box Theatre 2, 9-11 August at 4.30pm, 3-4 August at 6pm, Hen and Chickens https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2453

Isabelle Farah: Ellipsis Now on 7.45pm on 21 August at the Albany (moved from 4 August) https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2505

Dannie Grufferty: How Brexit sent us all slightly mad 9pm 5-7 August + 9pm 18 August at The Albany (4 August cancelled) https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2421

**EXTRA SHOWS**

Remember Tonight Vortex Collision Arts Company 9.30pm 2-3 August at London Irish Centre A young man brings home a stranger who was beaten up on the street. His desperate attempt to help the person in need leads him to discover wounds he wasn’t meant to deal with. Soon, they will be unexpectedly engulfed in a loop where there will be nothing that could not happen.

Joseph Parsons: Baggy Point 5.30pm 4 August The Bill Murray Joseph Parsons (as seen on Channel 4) presents his uplifting, sell-out stand up comedy show, Baggy Point. With his lovable and electric energy on stage, Joseph tells the story of discovering his sexuality as he clumsily navigates his way through social gatherings, love and living in a different country. Joseph also looks at how the perceptions of sexuality in smaller towns and homophobia in football affect younger people growing up. All proceeds to this show will go to Football v Homophobia. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2708

Sea Changes Marina Jenkyns Productions 12.30pm 5-9 August Etcetera Theatre Sharon; `You know what? He was jealous. Never been outside Shepherd's Bush. Imagine fucking a man who's never flown!'Mair: `Soft on my face. Her skin, her tears. Must go on. Mustn't stop. Must do it'.Maeve: `Sally and I lay down, sun on our faces, just touching, like our hands.Understanding the past in order to create the future. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2719

The Feminazis Curious Dispute 4.30pm 5-7 August Etcetera Theatre The Feminazis' juxtaposes a classical duo comedy format with explicit imagery, presenting the question 'how far is too far'? Frustrated with the lack of progression in modern day society regarding gender equality, Sal and Libby decide to take matters into their own hands by creating a terrorist organisation. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2716

The Party Pilgrim Productions 9pm 5-9 August The Cockpit In September 2018, the president's nominee for the U.S. Supreme Court, was accused by a woman of sexual assault 36 years earlier. This revelation, broadcast worldwide at a Senate committee hearing, has since become a major cause celebre. 'The Party' by Sam J. Stewart is a 2-act play which re-lives and examines this drama. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2688

Jet Set Go! Pump House CYT 7.30pm 9 – 10 August Theatro Technis A delightful, inventive and witty new musical about 24 hours in the ordinary working life of a transatlantic airline cabin crew; sex, romance, optimism and jaded cynicism are thrown together into a bitchy, campy but essentially tender-hearted cocktail. "A production that’s warm, funny and wonderfully scored” **** The Scotsman. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2720

Love Is... Spitball Theatre Company 9.30pm 9-10 August at London Irish Centre Two women and one non-binary person delve into love, in all its many forms. We all remember our first love, don’t we? Have you tried to block out that painful memory? Does that fleeting eye contact still play on your mind? Featuring movement, music and true stories we take you through loves lost and won. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2698

Fraser Gibson: Self-ish 3.45pm 10-August The Bill Murray Fraser Gibson's debut show is a wrestle with the Self-ish pursuit of being a stand-up comedian. Explained through tall tales, uncanny impressions and a good ol' song or two... A hilarious session of self-therapy! https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2711

Matt Blair – Mattinée 3pm 11 August The Bill Murray An hour of musical comedy, jokes and references from the mind of a movie fanatic. Join Matt on his journey to find out why we love movies so much. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2556

Ordinary Days Pump Priming Productions 7.30pm 11 August Theatro Technis A romance on the rocks, an artist's vision stalled, and a graduates thesis in peril lead four young New Yorkers through a series of humorous and touching musical, intersecting vignettes, as they search for fulfilment, happiness, love and cabs.This melodious one act musical, performed by an award winning cast, is a hidden gem. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2721

Si Deaves - Si's Matters 8pm 11 August Camden Comedy Club Nuclear annihilation!! Brexit?! Rabies?? There are so many issues in the world today, yet Si Deaves still finds time to worry about the little things, in his own unique way. Join Si‚Äôs world as he tackles "inspiration", fears of inadequacy, *that* drunk guy at the pub and much more in his official debut stand-up hour, Si’s Matters. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2722

G(L)ORY Ocular Seven Productions 9pm 11-13 August The Hen and Chickens True crime, murder mystery, serial killer docs, you name it Bobby's binged it. Just like everyone else in the office, so what makes him so different? Through Bobby, we explore the public and media fascination and glorification of violence. Why do we keep watching? https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2712

Be More Bee 12.30pm 13-14 August Etcetera Theatre Feeling broken or lost in a scary world? Looking for a Marie Kondo type, but more Home Counties? Well Bea has got just the ticket to cheer you up. It’s the bees! They’ve got the secret to happiness! Let her guide you through the honey-soaked life-hacks of the British Bee. Preposterous new comedy by Jenni Mackenzie-Jones. With a tombola. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2717

Together For Seven BearFoot 2.30pm 13 – 15 August Etcetera Theatre This is the last place you would expect to find yourself; a police station. You cast your mind back to the good, the bad and the ugly. Teetering on the edge of disaster, wondering whether forgiveness will find you, do you favour the truth or favour yourself? What risks would you take to protect your family when the odds are stacked against you? https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2706

Dougie Dixon: Proper Belter 8pm 13-14 August Camden Comedy Club Meet Dougie Dixon. He's the reality TV star you didn't know you knew. Original TOWIE cast member. As seen on Tipping Point Lucky Stars, Celebs On The Farm (reserve contestant) & Embarrassing Celebrity Bodies. Series winner of The Celebrity Etch-A-Sketch Challenge. Come join Dougie as he launches his first ever debut autobiography; Proper Belter! https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2723

Sam Mitchell: Wham Bam Thank You Sam 9.30pm 13 August The Bill Murray 45 mins of stand up comedy from one of the greats* about growing up**, committing*** and M+M World. * if you ask him ** trying to *** see above. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2707

Faye Treacy is a Work in Progress 8pm 15-17 August Camden Comedy Club As seen on BBC Three and heard on Radio Four, Faye Treacy is back with a new work in progress show. "One of the most unique performances you'll see at the Fringe this year... simultaneously childish, genius and inescapably memorable." **** (1/2) (ShortCom) https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2715

Dan Horrigan's Riot to Heaven Sky or the Bird 8.30pm 16-20 August at Aces and Eights High octane stories from men who would steal the eyes of ya and you wouldn't know until you went to read the paper. Laugh, weep and laugh again as we break into heaven. Raconteuring, storytelling, and theatre of the highest calibre. Second chances are rarer than rocking horse manure so get your ticket before we're off to rob another town. Cheers. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2549

Fatiha El-Ghorri & Katherine Atkinson: Mocking Birds Fat Kat Comedy 4.15pm 18 August at The Bill Murray Join Fatiha El-Ghorri and Katherine Atkinson (both 2017 Funny Women Awards Regional Finalists) for an hour of stand up as Fatiha smashes Muslim stereotypes and challenges you to re-think what you think you know about Islam and Muslims, and Katherine offers up an acerbic, sideways view of motherhood, if she can be bothered. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2728

Dane Baptiste: Work in progress 9.30pm 18 August at The Bill Murray Star of Live at the Apollo (BBC Two), Tonight at the London Palladium (ITV1) and 8 out of 10 Cats Does Countdown (Channel 4) - Join Baptiste as he workshops brand new material for his next tour show. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2727

Red Richardson: Red Notice 8.15pm 21-22, 9pm 23-24 August The Taproom In 2017 Red Richardson left a building in Central London to see thousands of people running down the street screaming, for the next 35 minutes the whole of the country (Thanks to Pop star Ollie Murs tweeting from a basement in H and M) believed it was a terrorist attack. It wasn't. This is an hour of stand up about the human condition in crisis. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2390

Leave this World Alive 9.30pm 21 August at Water Rats 'I hope the exit is joyful' - wrote Frida Kahlo, only days before she died. When was the last time YOU thought about your end? And how does it make you feel? Powerless? Awake? Does it help you appreciate the moment you live in? We will reach out for a topic which brings all these questions on the table: assisted dying - determining our own end. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2731

Nico. No Regrets. 8.30pm 23 August The Chapel Playhouse A show by and with Margherita Remotti in association with Actors East London. Directed by Alberto Barbi. Text by Fernando Coratelli and Margherita Remotti. In this one woman show, we explore the life of Nico, better known as Andy Warhol's superstar, muse and rockstar singer of the Velvet Underground. But you will discover this was only the surface. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2729

The Golden Child William Desmond 5pm 24-25 August The Chapel Playhouse William Desmond has always considered himself the Golden Child. Today, people need to standout in a crowd of hundreds of faces. Will is a twin, and during this 60 minute show he explores what it is like to be in constant competition with his brother. With musical parody and silliness, Will explains being good at everything isn't always the answer. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2718

Ross Drummond & Harry Monaghan: The Orb 5.30pm 25 August The Bill Murray Have you touched The Orb? Want to meet two that have? A mainstay of science, wonder and amazement since its inception in the late 80s, The Orb is science’s greatest invention. What’s its purpose? We’re not sure. Perhaps it merely exists to inspire us. Anything is possible with The Orb. https://camdenfringe.com/show.php?acts_id=2709

**CANCELLED**

Darius Tabai: Schrodinger's Mum Comic Quartets Lloyd Langford: New Things (A Work in Progress) Steve McNeil: Video Games

[southwesternhearingcenters-blog]

Best Salons in St.louis Missouri

St. Louis is famous for its fantastic salons that are performing excellently in their beauty services. If you’re looking for the best salons in St. Louis, Missouri, here are some of the most recommended ones!

Salon Fleur de Lis

For getting a haircut for the most talented and experienced stylists, this salon is the best choice. Here, you will find the most knowledgeable hairstylists that will guide you throughout the process of getting your hair styled most trendily. Along with their talent and expertise, they are also the most well-behaved and friendly people. Throughout the process, they will keep entertaining you with their beautiful talks and gossips. I always love to get my haircut from this salon. The address for this fantastic salon is 6762 Chippewa St, St. Louis, MO 63109, USA.

Philip Johnson Salon/Spa 

If you’re looking for a salon and spa that offers all services under one roof, this is the best choice. Here, you will be able to get your beauty treatments along with the most relaxing and refreshing spa services. Whenever I feel exhausted from my daily workload, I prefer to come to this salon, and it refreshes my mind and body through their excellent services. Besides amazing hairstyles, they are also proficient in body massage and related treatments. The address for Philip Johnson Salon/Spa is 4581 Laclede Ave, St. Louis, MO 63108, USA.

Nova Salon

Nova salon is also the most recommended one due to its quality-oriented services at the most competitive prices. The best thing about this salon is that they don’t only provide fantastic beauty services, but they are also great in well-managing their salon. Everything in this salon is kept at its place, and you will never see any mismanagement in this salon. Furthermore, I also like their most comfortable seating area where you can relax during the little breaks in your beauty sessions. The address for the Nova Salon is 2708 Sutton Blvd # A, St. Louis, MO 63143, USA.

V Vegaz 

This is also the best salon that is performing amazing services for years. Every day, a number of people come here for the beauty services and the staff at this salon always delight them through their exceptional services. The best thing about this salon is that its owner and management is very friendly and caring. Once I went there with my friend who was discussing his son’s hearing issues. One of the staff member, standing right beside us, came closer to us and asked politely, “Want to Buy hearing aids near me?” MY friend was worried and said yes. That staff member told us about the best hearing services provider, and his son is living a healthy and happy life now. The address for the V Vegaz salon is 6174 Delmar Blvd, St. Louis, MO 63112, USA.

Mitchell James Salon 

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Edit: AO3 version with extra chapter

Clark Kent was in Australia chasing his latest story: LexCorp had been found illegally dumping pollution into the Burdekin River system, poisoning the water and causing further damage to the Great Barrier Reef downstream. This was discovered by marine biologist Dr. Elle Weston. Subsequently, she has survived at least 17 assassination attempts by Luthor’s goons. Her wife and college sweetheart Dr. Marin-Florcía is currently in hiding along with their cat, but Dr. Weston is determined to not let the attempts on her life get in the way of her work.

Perfect story for Clark Kent to cover.

He emailed her about getting an interview, and she agreed. He flew to Australia, humoring his boss and the financial controlling department by taking a plane instead of flying there himself. He booked a hotel room in Townsville, Australia that had a nice view of the reef. Dr. Weston arrived right on time, and they got to business.

“G’day mate, nice to see the guys up north finally paying attention to what one of yours is doing here.”

“Good morning to you too, Dr. Weston.”

“Please, call me Elle.”

The interview was going well. Elle explained the anomalies she noticed that eventually led to her discovery. It was very technical, and Clack asked lots of follow-up questions to help explain it in a more approachable way (or “dumbing it down” as Elle called it).

Then they got to the assassinations attempts.

“Do they scare you?”

“Not at all. The assassins are terrible shots. I’m more worried about the people around me—”

Elle didn’t get to finish that sentence because that was when a sniper’s bullet went straight through the glass and hit its mark square in the chest. Clark heard her heart stop.

Elle fell and Clack ducked for cover, feeling nauseous. He tried to grab her body, but his hand felt weaker and weaker as it drew closer. Kryptonite.

But why kryptonite? Has Luthor finally figured him out? Another shot. That was a regular bullet.

He couldn’t help her like this, but he could keep anyone who could help her safe. Staying clear of the window, he ran out of the room and into the bathroom and dialed 000, Australia’s emergency number.

“A sniper shot someone in my hotel room! I think they killed her!” he exclaimed at the operator

“Okay. Paramedics are on their way. Who got shot?”

“Dr. Elle Weston. I was doing an interview.”

“Oh.” The urgency in the operator's voice vanished. “Well, I need you to stay right where you are until paramedics arrive. Do not leave that room.”

“They’re still shooting,” he said, already changing in his costume.

“Then get somewhere safe but do not leave the building.”

“Okay,” he said, while leaving the building.

Superman flew up high. Judging from the direction the window faced, there weren’t many buildings the snipers could be. He flew over them and listened closely…

There! The sound of a sniper getting packed up!

He flew through the open window startling the two goons. They pulled handguns and fired at him uselessly. In less than 20 seconds, he had them restrained and all tied up.

“Shit!” said one of the goons, “we should’ve saved that kryptonite bullet instead of using it on the girl!”

“Kryptonite? Why kryptonite?”

“Is…she not one of yours?” asked the other goon.

“No.”

“Huh. Then how does she keep surviving?”

“Doesn't matter. That’s not your problem anymore,” said Superman.

He dropped off the goons at a police station and informed the police about the shooting. They seemed very concerned until he mentioned that it was Elle they were after. At least, he thought they weren’t concerned from their tone. The accents made it harder to understand.

He found a place to change and arrived back to the hotel room right as Elle was being loaded into the ambulance. His heart sank when he didn’t hear a heartbeat. Knowing he couldn't save everyone didn't make it hurt less.

The EMTs in the hotel room were very mad at him for leaving the hotel, especially because there was blood splatter on his suit. He was practically carried to their vehicle and driven to the hospital. When they arrived, he was led to what he could only describe as a decontamination room and interrogated on whether he got any of her blood on anything else.

He hadn’t, and they stripped him and hosed him down like he was radioactive. Then they scanned him with a scanner he had never seen before. He’d been scanned by a lot of things for various reasons, but he didn’t know what this one was looking for. Fortunately, he passed whatever it was looking for, and he was given spare clothes while his suit was cleaned of… whatever it was they were worried about.

When he asked, the doctor said something about bloodborne pathogens, in which case the procedure seemed a bit… excessive. At least they didn’t bring up the fact his clothes had bullet holes while he didn't.

When he was dressed, they let him get his rented car and change while his suit dried. The nurse told him that Elle would be discharged shortly. It seemed the hospital staff weren’t that concerned either. He wasn’t sure where they were getting their optimism from, since he hadn’t heard her heartbeat since she was shot.

Being assassinated is boring.

Oh sure, the first time was interesting just for the novelty, but at this point someone had tried to kill her at least 23 times, and those were just the times she knew about. It gets boring quickly.

Like this latest assassination. Elle went down, not prepared to suddenly have a non-functioning heart. Clark got himself out before she could get her bearings and play it off as merely a flesh wound. She played dead for a while until the assassins stopped shooting. Then she got up to see if the assassins would start shooting again. When they didn’t, she called the paramedics to get her, and they were already on their way.

The paramedics and the clean-up crew arrived decked out like they were about to handle a level 3 biohazard. It was a little insulting. Ecto-contaminated blood was only a level 2 biohazard at most.

Amy, who she recognized her even with all that PPE on, closed the window curtain. “You got shot again? Really?”

“It’s not my fault! Bullets just keep getting in my way.”

“You’d think they’d try something else.”

“They have. I’ve been poisoned plenty of times.” Those are the scariest attempts because it’s usually when she’s going out with friends and coworkers. Who knows who else got a poisoned dish?

“Ay yai yai. They should just give up,” said Amy. Now addressing the rest of the clean-up crew. “Well don’t just stand there, we have a biohazard to clean up and a reporter to find!”

“He’s not in the building?”

“He wasn’t in the lobby or the bathroom.”

Elle was bandaged by the paramedics while the blood was cleaned up. She was taken to an ambulance in a stretcher, not because she needed it but for appearances sake.

The hospital stay was uneventful and free of charge. One of the only nice things about the multiple assassination attempts and hospital stays was that there was a place besides Amity Park that knew how to deal with her… unique biology. Not as much as the doctors at Amity, but enough that they weren’t shocked by her regrowing damaged organs.

The heart monitor beeped at a steady rate, confirming that blood was pumping even if her organic heart wasn’t doing anything. Her ectoplasm had constructed an intangible heart and was moving the blood through it, turning it intangible to tangible as it moved through.

She took out her phone and texted in the family group chat. She didn’t expect anyone to respond. After all, everyone she wanted to talk to was on the other side of the world. They should all be in bed.

Then her phone rang. The caller ID said “Dad.” She answered.

“Elle? You were shot again? How are you feeling?” came a tired that sounded more worried than it really should be at this point.

“Fine dad. But it’s late for you. Why are you still up?”

“You know, work.” She heard some papers ruffling in the background. “Client is accusing ex-husband of patent infringement. Ex-husband is denying it and has promised to drag this case out as long as possible.”

“Oh, divorce law. The worst kind of law. Is it Vlad bad?”

“No. No one can be that bad, not even the ex-husband.”

Elle laughed. She remembered when Danny first sent her to live at Wes’s house in case she melted again. (Wes owed him a favor, and he wasn’t quite ready to be out to his parents.) She wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay, but then it turned out Wes’s dad hated Vlad just as much as she did. Compiling a list of all Vlad’s crimes and attempted crimes (many of which were patent related) and calculating total fines and jailtime wasn’t the most typical of father-daughter bonding activities, but it was ultimately what made her decide to stay.

“But you never answered my questions,” said dad.

“Yes, I was shot. Got me right in the heart, so I’ve been managing. Otherwise I’m fine. How’s Juliana?”

“She’s fine. Went to sleep about an hour ago. You want me to wake her up?”

“No, no. I’ll talk to her in the morning. Your morning. Having any trouble with assassins?”

“Not that I’ve noticed. There was another report of the ground swallowing someone and spitting them out of town, so we’ve been avoiding the outskirts just in case they get too far in.” The ectoplasm in Amity Park had made the town just a little sentient for a haunt. It didn’t like it when people had murderous intent within its borders.

“Good. How’s your grandbaby?”

Dad chuckled. “He’s right here in my lap.”

“Oh no! Is that why you haven’t gone to bed?”

“No. Not at all. Hey Shady, you want to talk to your mommy?”

Elle hear a soft purr from the phone. “Hey Shady! It’s mommy!”

The black and white cat on the other end meowed and Elle giggled.

They talked some more, and eventually the doctor came in to check her vials. After checking that everything was normal by Elle standards, she informed her that Clark was currently in the waiting room after going through standard decontamination procedures. Since she was already healing up just fine, Elle was free to leave. She got up and started ending the call.

“Sorry, Dad, I’m going to have to let you go. Clark might want to continue the interview and I do kinda have to let him know I’m alive.”

“Okay. Call me when you’re done.”

“No, you’ll be in bed by then. I’ll call when it’s morning for you.”

“I assure you I will not be.”

Elle laughed. “Okay, love you dad.”

“Love you too.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

She hung up and walked to the waiting room. While she walked, Elle checked if she had any text messages. Tries out, quite a few members of her family were awake later than they should be.

TheNormalOne: Are you alright? They didn’t hit you in the head did they?

TheConspiracyTheorist: DID YOU ASK IF HE’S SUPERMAN??????

Elle smiled. She expected nothing less from Easton and Wes.

Elle: Of course not. Superman doesn’t exist

TheConspiracyTheorist: Nooooooooooooo Not you too :(

Elle: Kyle’s the only one with a braincell since you guys are supposed to be ASLEEP

TheConspiracyTheorist: It’s not that late

Elle: It breaks my heart to see you not taking care of yourselves

Elle: even more than the bullet

TheNormalOne: Shot you in the heart?

Elle: Yep

She reached the waiting room and there was Clark holding his cleaned suit. His hair a complete mess from the decontamination. He was staring at her wide eyed.

“Hey Clark, looks like the bullet didn’t hit that deep, so I get to go home to heal up.”

“Al…Already?”

“Yep! So do you want to continue the interview or…?”

“No, no. We can continue it a later time or call it there. Um…do you want me to drive you home?” She said yes. While she usually flew home since she didn’t own a car, that wasn’t an option here if she wanted to pass as normal. Or at least somewhat normal. Plausibly normal.

Clark drove while Elle gave directions. He kept looking at her and not the road like she was going to drop dead any moment.

“So, the bullet wasn’t that deep?”

“Yep. Pay attention to the road.”

“Sorry.” Clark turned away from her. “I could’ve sworn it hit your heart. They got you square in the chest.”

“It stopped before then. You’re going to want to take a left here.”

As Clark turned left, Elle’s phone vibrated. She checked her text messages and saw that Wes was still awake.

TheConspiracyTheorist: He has superhearing and x-ray vision so if you’re body’s doing anything weird while it’s healing he might notice

“You sure they checked? Like that it didn’t do any damage to your heart?”

Oh.

Wait a minute.

Damn it. Wes was right. He is Superman. She’s doesn’t really want to confirm it because if Wes hears about this, he’ll be so insufferable. However, this was a problem. The heart currently pumping her blood wasn’t tangible, so it didn’t make any sound. That’s something Superman would notice.

“Yeah. Pretty sure. Can we stop talking about this?”

“Sure. Sure. Just…um…” Elle could tell he wants to talk about her lack of a heartbeat. Of course, that would give away his hearing was that good.

Unfortunately, she’s not really sure what she should say if he decides to just out himself as Superman. Or worse, he finds some way around outing himself as Superman.

When he stops the car at her house, Elle feels something lurch in her chest.

Thump-thump Thump-thump

Oh, her heart started working again.

Clark turned to face her completely wide-eyed and pale as a sheet. Elle looked at him and tilted her head. “What?”

He blinked. “Nothing! Just…nothing.” He wanted to ask so badly. It would be funny if it wasn’t low-key terrifying being on the Justice League’s radar. At the very least, the cabal of superhumans in their giant space satellite won’t be able to connect her being a meta to Danny being a meta that easily.

“So, um…”

“I’d going to go take a nap,” she said getting out of the car, “you might want to call the hotel and get another room.”

“Yeah, I should do that.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe continue the interview then?” she said as she walked to the entrance door.

“Yes, that would be a good idea, if you’re feeling up to it.”

Elle closed the door on Clark and let out a sigh of relief. She was a little tired. After all, her heart wasn’t fully healed yet; her body liked to use ectoplasm as a placeholder for organic cells, and they multiplied fast, but not that fast.

There was also the problem of Clark, secretly Superman. She did not want him in her house. She had stuff in here. Ghost stuff. Ghost stuff that was a lot more secure and hidden thanks to the whole assassin problem, but still. She didn’t want him knowing the extent of her powers.

She was going to deal with him later. Right now, she was going to take a nap.

That night, or early morning for those in the US, she was about to call Juliana when she got a text from Wes. It was a link to an article by an Australian news site. Superman had dropped off the assassins at the police station only a few minutes after she was shot.

TheConspiracyTheorist: Look at that! I wonder who else from Metropolis was in the area and happens to have the exact same face

Elle: Oh shut it

Luckily, Kyle had her back.

TheFlatEarther: Damn another mass hallucination. I bet it’s from all the stuff LexCorp dumped in the water. Right Elle?

Elle: Yeah that’s it

TheConspiracyTheorist: Kyle nooo

(The wife’s surnames are Marin which means “of the sea” and Florcía which is a combination of Florez and García that didn’t pull up many search results when I typed it into google.)

Short DP X DC Prompts #28

Clark Kent hears this Dani kid he recently met heart just stop. He panics but then an hour later he hears her heartbeat again. What the hell was going on?!

[codehunter]

"Too many SQL variables" error in django with sqlite3

I'm getting this error using sqlite3 in django:

Exception Value: too many SQL variables

And I think the answer to it is this, from here:

Many SQL programmers are familiar with using a question mark ("?") as a hostparameter. SQLite also supports named host parameters prefaced by ":", "$", or"@" and numbered host parameters of the form "?123".

To prevent excessive memory allocations, the maximum value of a host parameternumber is SQLITE_MAX_VARIABLE_NUMBER, which defaults to 999."

However, there's a remaining oddity that I don't understand, which is that thesame query runs fine from a django shell session (launched with python manage.py shell), but not when the call is made from my views.py.

These are the lines of code that are causing the error:

vals = Company.objects.filter(id__in=comp_ids).values('id', 'name').order_by('name')names_map = SortedDict(vals)

where comp_ids is a set containing 1038 integer elements.

The exact same query, with an even greater no. of comp_ids (3800+) runs fine inthe django shell (launched with python manage.py shell) - the dictionary getscreated, and I could iterate through it.

I've tried breaking up comp_ids into sets of e.g. [:996] (that seemed to be thelimit before it barfed) i.e. filter(id__in=comp_ids[:996]), then the rest inthe next iteration, which would be consistent with the "no. of host parameters"explanation.

But why would it work in the django shell but not from views.py?

EDIT: Some more information:Entering the query into the sqlite shell (manage.py dbshell) returns the fullset of results with no errors, same as in the django shell (manage.py shell).

Here are the exact list of parameters (1039 elements) and the query, if you'dlike to know the details:

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query

'SELECT "screen_company"."id", "screen_company"."name" FROM "screen_company" WHERE "screen_company"."id" IN (?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?) ORDER BY "screen_company"."name" ASC'

(Incidentally, you don't need to use pdb for that - django very helpfullydisplays the backtrace in the browser (in render_to_response()?) when an error occurs, with afull list of the local variables at each step, so you can see the full querythere.)

I had, however, previously tried stepping into the django code with pdb, andfound the error was actually originating from python's pysqlite2.dbapi2 (orsqlite3.dbapi2) module, at line 200 of django/db/backends/sqlite3/base.py:

return Database.Cursor.execute(self, query, params)

(which was also in the helpful backtrace shown in the error page), whereDatabase is an alias for either pysqlite2.dbapi2, or sqlite3.dbapi2, dependingon your python version.

But I thought that was too far down the call stack to keep debugging (for now),so decided to stop, and started thinking about workarounds and googling foranswers instead. :)

https://codehunter.cc/a/django/too-many-sql-variables-error-in-django-with-sqlite3

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