#or that is what I would tag this if id taken the picture on purpose

[ribstongrowback]

I was eating a pastry and my camera turned on by itself. I'm not a model.

[lizzieehearts]

gyarun2u's accessibility masterpost!!

as someone who's been a bystander in the kpop community for a while, ive noticed the lack of accessibility for visually impaired users. this post is a guide for how to describe photos and gifs for beginners.

most blind or visually impaired people use screenreaders on sites like tumblr. since screenreaders don't automatically describe images, without written image descriptions or alt text they cannot tell what a post consists of. screenreaders also can't pick up on coloured text, so i'll be going through how to do ids for that as well.

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DOs and DON'Ts of image descriptions

DO add written image descriptions or alt text to a post. the difference between them is that alt text is accessed when a screen reader hovers over an image. written ids are added under the picture so anyone who sees the post can see them.

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DON'T add your ids under a cut. cuts are hard for visually impaired people to access as the cut itself is quite small. please don't make your ids less accessible to the people they are helping.

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DO describe the neccessary information in your description. it doesn't have to be long. for example:

[id: a gif of yunjin from le sserafim dancing on stage. /end id]

[id: a gif of yunjin, a young woman with light brown hair, from group le sserafim. she dances on stage to her song "antifragile". /end id]

both ids are suitable. they serve the same purpose and give the necessary information, but the second paints more of a picture than the first.

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DON'T used coloured, small or other variations of text, as these can't be picked up by screen readers. use basic size text or indented text, no others. if you are using unreadable text, put a text description underneath. this is just [td: (exact info in coloured text) /end td]

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DO tag things that don't have image descriptions as undescribed / not described / no id / anything along those lines. and tag images that do as image described / has id / etc etc. people who use screen readers can block the first tag so that they aren't searching for ids on posts that don't have them.

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image descriptions

image descriptions are very simple. a checklist for a basic one is:

1. the type of media, e.g. photo, gif, moodboard

2. the people shown. my rule of thumb is to name the idol and give a brief description of their appearance.

3. what the person is doing

4. any other context needed to understand the media. this can just be that it was taken at the end of a performance or on a variety show.

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that's literally it. to show what i mean by each of these, i'm going to do a sample id.

1. type of media - photo

2. person shown - jihyo from twice, wearing all black shirt, dress, gloves and boots.

3. what the person is doing - standing, holding up her phone camera and looking into it. holds a physical camera in her other hand.

4. other context - none

[id: a photo of jihyo from twice. she wears a black shirt, leather dress, fingerless gloves and boots. she is standing and holding her phone camera up with one hand. she has a physical camera in the other. /end id]

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describing gifs is very similar to photos. you may need to add more details depending on the actions, but thats the only change needed really.

1. type of media - gif

2. person shown - hikaru from kepler

3. what they're doing - looks out to audience after performance

4. other context - after "we fresh" performance

[id: a gif of hikaru from kepler. she looks out to the audience after a performance of the song "we fresh". /end id]

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gif or photo sets can take a little bit longer, but a lot of the steps are the same. i'll use another example one since i'm not sure how well i would be able to explain it.

1. type of media - gifset

2. person shown - kwon eunbi

3. what they're doing - dancing to song "underwater"

4. other context - white and silver outfit, teal background

[id: a gifset of kwon eunbi. she wears a white and silver outfit, and dances to her song "underwater". the stage background is teal. /end id]

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ids vary depending kn the writer and the context, but once you add in the basics shown here you should be fine! they're super easy once you get the hang of them.

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alt text

i'm not as familiar with alt text, but i will try abd explain it as best i can.

alt text is a briefer description, only consisting of 5-7 words.

for example, using the same pic of jihyo

[jihyo from twice holding a camera]

using the same gif of hikaru

[hikaru from kepler ending fairy]

as far as im aware thats it, but please do your own research as im not an expert.

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all gifs made by @wujugirlz and used with permission

just like with anything, your ids will get better with practice. if you want any advice, my ask box is open!

[plaidbooks]

Sonny x reader where they're his new partner and they go UC at a swingers/ sex club as husband and wife (or husbands). The club host (idk the title) asks what they're into, reader & Sonny both panic, so reader says pegging, but Sonny doesn't know what that is. Shenanigans ensue 😅

Sex Club

A/N: Okay first, I apologize with how short this is--I lost inspiration halfway through. Second, I missed the part where you said “new partner,” whoops. I’m just fumbling here, idk what happened. Either way, I hope you still enjoy it!

Tags: talks of pegging, mentions of rape, otherwise none

Words: 975

Taglist: @witches-unruly-heart @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @infiniteoddball @ben-c-group-therapy @glowingmess @whimsicallymad @lv7867 @storiesofsvu @cycat4077 @shroomiehomie @glimmerglittergirl @alwaysachorusgirl @reading--mermaid @joanofarkansass @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @detective-giggles @dreamlover31 @crowleysqueenofhell

When Liv told you that you were going undercover with Sonny as a couple, you nodded dutifully. You’d been undercover with Sonny hundreds of times—or so it felt—and this would be nothing new. Though, your jaw dropped slightly when Liv mentioned the sex club you’d be undercover at. You had a bit of a crush on Sonny, and even though you’ve masqueraded as a couple before, this was a whole new experience.

“That’s not a problem, is it?” Liv asked, seeing your expression.

You recovered quickly enough. “N-no…I’ve just never been in a sex club before,” you responded, smiling sheepishly.

“You know, Carisi had the same reaction, and almost word-for-word the same reply,” she teased.

“That’s…not surprising he hasn’t been. But it’s fine, really. What’s our cover?”

Liv gave you the quick, abridged version before sending you to TARU to be wired. She instructed you to meet her in the Bullpen afterwards, to go over the details and you agreed. All you knew right now was that you and Sonny would be married, and you were looking for a man that was raping women in the back rooms.

Cameras weren’t allowed in the sex club, and since you and Sonny would be signing an NDA once inside, you were only outfitted with a microphone. On your way to the Bullpen, you passed by Sonny for the first time since getting this assignment. He was heading towards TARU to get himself wired up.

“This is…a weird one,” he muttered to you and you chuckled.

“You’re telling me,” you replied, and then you were past him, joining the rest of the squad in the Bullpen. The perp’s face was stuck to the whiteboard; his name was unknown, and the picture of him was grainy at best—obviously taken from a security cam outside the building.

Liv gave you the details about him—what little was known—and his victims. He seemed to attack women indiscriminately.

“But why a sex club? And how does he even get in?” you asked. Rollins had mentioned that they got another member to vouch for you and Sonny—the entrance to a sex club was hard enough to gain.

“We…don’t know,” Liv replied, sighing. She was obviously upset about the lack of information the department had on this guy, which only made you more nervous.

You wracked your brain for a question that could help you find this guy once inside. “Do we know what his, uh, preference is? Like, what he asks for?”

“The few victims willing to talk to us said he asks for pegging, lulls the women into thinking he’s going to be docile before attacking,” Rollins answered.

You nodded, tucking that information away for later. Sonny joined you in the Bullpen a moment later. “Okay, so what are my wife and I up to?”

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You and Sonny—or “Annie” and “Peter,” as your IDs said—had just finished signing the NDAs that the hostess gave you. Sonny’s arm was around your waist as you both followed her into the sex club.

“And what were you two looking for? So that I can place you in the correct room, with the right toys,” she explained.

“Pegging,” you replied instantly, and you felt Sonny stiffen next to you. Whoops, you had forgotten to tell Sonny about that.

The hostess looked from you to Sonny, a playful smile on her lips. “Oh? And you’re okay with that, too?”

Sonny recovered quickly, squeezing your hip. “Of course; whatever the missus wants, she gets.”

“Oh-ho; you’ve trained him well,” she said to you, and you grinned back, ignoring the way your insides clenched at the thought.

“Of course; I’d settle for nothing less,” you replied seductively.

“Right this way,” the hostess instructed, leading you both down a long corridor, rooms on either side.

Once safely in your room, door closed—but not locked, there were no locks, “for safety purposes,” the hostess had explained—you went to the wall, pressing your ear against it, to see if you could hear anything wrong in the next room. You heard some intense moans, and you pulled away, face burning.

Sonny was eyeballing the wall opposite; the wall covered in toys. “So, uh…pegging,” he started, and you felt the temperature in the room go up ten degrees. “What, uh, what is it?”

You ducked your head; was he really asking this? Now? “It’s, umm…do we really need to discuss this?”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, I just…okay, so if I were to, uh, peg you…I would put on a strap-on and, uh…” you trailed off, face on fire.

“Oh…oh!” Sonny replied, face beet red. “So, like, I’d be on all fours? And you’d—”

“Yes!” you said, cutting him off. “We don’t need a play-by-play of what that would be.”

Sonny shuffled uncomfortably. “And…and people are into that?”

“Well, the prostate is, uh, located there.”

He nodded. “Fair enough…. We should, uh, we should be trying to find this guy.”

“Agreed,” you muttered, unable to make eye contact with your partner. Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer before you heard some muffled cries. You and Sonny left your room quietly, pressing your ear to the offender’s door until you were positive it wasn’t consensual before bursting in. Sonny cuffed the man, who matched the perp’s description, with handcuffs found on the wall, while you comforted the woman he had been assaulting.

The hostess was livid, claiming that since you had both signed NDAs, anything recorded would be inadmissible in court. Plus, she was threatening to sue the NYPD, and you and Sonny specifically. Liv assured you that since you signed the NDAs with fake names, they were void. But Sonny wasn’t convinced. Either way, you were just glad this UC op was done and over with, Sonny’s beet red face forever imprinted in your mind.

[serialreblogger]

I saw in the tags of your post that you mentioned van helsing and his manipulative tendencies? what did you mean by that? I've only read Dracula (a while ago) and I'd be v v interested to hear what u have to say about that (and anything else u have to say about that book),,, also if u wanna talk about tma, how do u approach sasha's character when writing ur fics? I love ur writing (and also i could always do with more content about Sasha, I love her so much lol) hope ur doing well!!!! :D

oooooh FRIEND thank you so much HERE WE GO

(@lunarmultishine​ you also asked about Dracula, thank you!)

So--well, let’s start with an example. The following passage is taken from Dr. Seward’s diary entry in Chapter 10, when Van Helsing is first putting some rudimentary anti-vampire measures in poor Lucy’s room:

[ID: photograph of a page in a book, which reads: “Whilst he was speaking, Lucy had been examining the flowers and smelling them. Now she threw them down, saying, with half-laughter and half-disgust:--

‘Oh, Professor, I believe you are only putting up a joke on me. Why, these flowers are only common garlic.’

(in pencilled-in brackets:)To my surprise, Van Helsing rose up and said with all his sternness, his iron jaw set and his bushy eyebrows meeting:--

‘No trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in all I do; and I warn you that you do not thwart me. Take care, for the sake of others, if not for your own.’ Then, seeing poor Lucy scared, as she might well be, he went on more gently: ‘Oh, little miss, my dear, do not fear me. I only do for your good; but there is much virtue to you in those so common flower. See, I place them myself in your room. I make myself the wreath you are to wear. But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience; and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you. Now sit still a while. (Pencilled-in brackets close here) Come with me, friend John,”

Here the text is cut off. The phrases “these flowers are only common garlic” and “Take care, for the sake of others, if not for your own” are both underlined in pencil. End ID]

I had to fully stop reading and spend a good minute just quietly repeating “ooooh man. oooOOOOh man. hooooooooooOOOO” like

[ID: that one tiffany pollard meme where she’s sitting on a bed with sunglasses on conveying an emotion that is simultaneously indecipherable and entirely representative of my mental state. End ID]

until my brain kicked back in, because. well, there’s a lot to unpack here.

Setting aside, for the moment, the biblical allusion I’m tempted to see in “take care for the sake of others, if not for your own” (especially because Van Helsing peppers every other sentence with some kind of phrasing or imagery ripped straight from the Christian New Testament, which is frankly another point in the “probably a cultist” column), this is like. A textbook guide on how to abuse your authority and become a cult leader.

Let’s break it down:

Lucy laughs, genuine but bordering on derisive, because she can’t quite believe this is what her doctor is telling her to do: You’re playing a joke, surely! she says. “These flowers are only common garlic.”

[ID: A hand holds a yellow flower to a dog’s nose. The dog is visibly horrified. This is accurate to what Lucy’s face presumably looked like when she realized her doctor’s solution was a lot of garlic weeds. End ID]

At this, Van Helsing presents the reader with Step 1 of Engendering Superstition To Accrue Power: fearmonger. Or more precisely, demonstrate a sudden, shocking shift from friendly to threatening, and make it clear that this is directly because the person you want to control expressed doubt (about your teachings or your authority).

Scare them.

Establish that they are not permitted to question you. “There is grim purpose in all I do; and I warn you that you do not thwart me.”

He also throws in a bit of “if you don’t do so, you’ll be hurting other people,” which is a nice touch. Very effective when your victim is displaying potential signs of Heroic Non-Compliance--if they can’t be persuaded to fall in line out of vague unnamed fear for their own safety, there’s always the “guilt and potential unspecified danger to others” that can coerce the more self-sacrificing of the populace.

[ID: a grainy screenshot of Bo Donaldson, captioned “Billy, don’t be a hero, come back to me”. He’s really belting it out. End ID]

After he has her good and scared, he moves smoothly onto Step 2: be the comforter. “Seeing poor Lucy scared, he went on more gently: “Oh, little miss, my dear, do not fear.” You’ve established your ability to govern through fear, but that’s a tenuous mode of control at best. People will obey you for a brief time out of terror, but they will only truly serve something they think will keep them safe. Be the danger they fear, and the only one to promise them safety. The better you are at this, the more total your control. Van Helsing makes it clear that “[everything] I do only for your good,” so really, defying him is naturally going to be bad for her, because what he wants is what’s best for her.

(By the way, this is a popular abuser’s tactic. If you find yourself thinking of someone in your life with overwhelming gratitude and affection--feeling like they’re the only one who knows how to keep you safe, that they would do anything to protect you, that they would never hurt you, never, never, as you carefully don’t think about what happened the other day because they “didn’t mean it” or “it wasn’t that bad”? that’s on purpose. They’re doing that to you on purpose. And you deserve to get out.)

Step 3: establish a sense of equality and camaraderie.

[ID: screenshot of John Mulaney from “The Comeback Kid,” with captions reading, “Hmm, we’re not so different, you and I. End ID]

You’ve already made it clear that you hold complete power over their safety, able to both provide it and take it away. Now you need to make them want you to have that power. You need them to trust you. “See, I place them myself in your room. I make myself the wreath that you are to wear.” Van Helsing doesn’t need to be the one to do these things, it’s implied; but he does them, because he wants her to be safe, he wants to make sure of it by personally overseeing it. He’s the source of her safety, and he takes that responsibility seriously. It matters to him, too. (Really, it might matter to him more than it matters to her. Or so it’s implied; after all, if she’s questioning him she must be willing to put herself and others at risk, as she’s made to understand by Step 1 and the beginning of his speech).

Next, most importantly for a wannabe cultist, Van Helsing segues into Step 4: secrecy. “But hush! no telling to others that make so inquisitive questions.” Not only is it dangerous for Lucy herself to be inquisitive; she must not for a second indulge someone else’s curiosity.

[ID: a graphic that looks like it was drawn in MS Paint, showing two people with long hair and open mouths, both holding 80s-era telephones to their ears. Three arrows point from the person on the left to the person on the right. The person on the left has a speech bubble showing them in bed, with a smaller thought bubble coming from the in-bed version. Presumably, this is meant to convey a dream. The “dream” pictured in the thought bubble appears to be a photograph of a person with long black braids (similar hair to the speaker), wearing a tall, round orange hat that looks like it has the golden snitch on top of it. Above this graphic in large letters is a message reading: “Spiritual Experiences Must be Kept SECRET”. End ID]

And then finally, finally we get to the root of the matter, what this was all leading up to and what everything else is just window dressing to entice both Lucy and the reader to come in and accept what’s next: Step 5: obedience. “We must obey,” Van Helsing says, as if he’s a part of this we, even though he’s the only one throughout the novel providing information and giving orders. “Silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.” We’re just reiterating all the previous points in reverse order, and establishing that above all, obedience is key to assuring safety, happiness, relationships with people she cares about.

[ID: a black-and-white image of a person stepping along a crosswalk. Above it, in large plain text, it reads: “Obedience. Doing the right thing.” This is not ominous in the least, I think. End ID]

Hush. Don’t ask questions. It’s alright. Don’t tell anyone. Just do what I say.

[yourfavehas-adhd]

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[vmheadquarters]

We’re still playing our game of written hot potato! Dozens of your favorite authors are taking turns to tell a Veronica Mars mystery story. Each writer crafts their chapter and then “tosses” the story to the next person to continue the tale. No one knows what will happen, so expect the unexpected!

Follow the “vmhq presents” and “murder we wrote” tags for all the installments, or read the story as it develops on AO3. --Chapter Eighteen of MURDER, WE WROTE is written by @happilyshanghaied And stayed tuned next week for Ch.19 from @elliebear75​ -tag, you’re it!

—————————————————————————————————— CHAPTER EIGHTEEN by @happilyshanghaied​ 

Veronica hobbled over to the desk Mac was set up at and peered over her friend’s shoulder at the computer screen. “What am I looking at? I don’t see anything?”

“There.” Mac’s finger hovered over the bottom of the frame. A broadcast of the back door security camera rolled, time stamped 02:37AM. The picture remained static for a few seconds, but then the door flew open and Mac, bundled in a winter coat with her collar up, rushed out of the door, dropping it shut behind her. “This is right after I saw Leo’s body being taken.” With one swift keystroke she froze the playback.

“Taken? I thought you said you noticed he was missing?” Veronica turned to look at Mac so quickly she almost threw herself off balance.

“I—yeah. I mean, I couldn’t tell who it was, there was just a large shadow dragging another large shadow across the ice.”

“You actually saw somebody dragging him off? Why didn’t you say something earlier?” She demanded, unable to stop the sharpness from leaching into her tone.

“Oh I don’t know, perhaps it was the bludgeoning I received?” Mac sighed and pointed to the gash on her forehead. “I haven’t exactly been quick on the draw, Veronica.”

“Yeah, no shit. You told me earlier that you got attacked by an adult-toddler Lilly Kane. Must’ve been one helluva knock to the old noggin.” Veronica knew her anxiety was making her short with Mac and the guilt niggled at her. She waved a hand in the air between them as if fanning the tense exchange away like an unpleasant smell. “I’m sorry. Seriously. I think the...well, everything is starting to get to me.”

“Right there with you,” Logan piped in, a gentle brush of a hand across the small of her back reminding her that she didn’t have to shoulder this stress alone.

Veronica pressed back into his open palm and grounded herself, then turned her attention to Wallace. “Okay, so you both saw a large shadow dragging another large shadow across the ice, and that’s when you decided to follow them?”

“No, that’s when Mac decided to follow them, but I couldn’t just watch her get herself Purged by that big guy and do nothing.” Wallace pressed a hand over his heart. “My mom raised a gentleman.”

Veronica grinned at him. “And you call me a marshmallow.”

“I’m gangsta.” Wallace pointed the end of a half eaten licorice stick at Veronica. “Gangsta.”

“Okay, Tupac.” Her smile grew bigger.

Logan pursed his lips in thought. “If you ran after her, how come you ended up in two totally different places?”

“Do I look like Robinson Crusoe to you?” Wallace pulled two more licorice twists from his bag of Red Vines and wordlessly handed one to Veronica. “This island is big AF, and you can barely see two feet in front of you out there. Leo has to weigh about 170, and with the amount of drag a corpse that size would produce across an uneven snow bank, it’s not short work for anybody, regardless of their size. I just assumed the body snatcher pulled him across the ice, so I headed toward the docks.”

“But not you.” Veronica’s attention returned to Mac and she gestured to the video.

“Just watch.” Mac started the video again, and roughly 90 seconds into it, the back door opened again, and a person—undeniably, a man—rushed quickly through the frame.

“Can you go back and freeze on him?” Veronica’s heartbeat started to rabbit in her chest. This was the closest thing to an actual lead they’d gotten so far, but she knew a positive ID in the dark was probably going to be a stretch.

“I could, but it would be pointless.” Mac slowly scrolled the recording back and paused on the male figure; his face was downturned and angled away from the camera. “I’ve gone over it ten times. It’s almost like he knew where the cameras were.”

“Maybe he did.” Logan hooked his chin over Veronica’s shoulder and leaned in closer to get a better look. “My dad always had a knack for avoiding the security cameras at Casa Echolls whenever he went on one of his little amourettes in the middle of the night. The way he purposely turned his head as he walked directly toward the camera, that guy moves like somebody who knows their way around.”

“I didn’t notice any staff other than Jen and myself,” Mac reported. “A catering team was supposed to show up, but they got waylaid by the storm.”

Veronica’s fingers worried the strap on her bag as she tried to make sense of all the new information. “Okay, so besides the two of you and the missing boat captain, there was nobody else outside?”

“Not unless Mistress X is lurking around here somewhere.” Mac mimed looking over her shoulder.

“Right. We have just two suspects then—two men—based on their size and shape, and one of them may or may not be the boat captain. One guy was already outside, probably hunkering down in a nearby location until we all went to bed,” Veronica surmised, her stomach giving way to an uneasy feeling as a realization took hold. “And that means—it means the other man—”

“Was already inside the house. With us.” Logan exhaled a warm exhale against the side of her neck and a shiver ran through her.

“Well, fuck.” Mac picked up a nearby bag of ice and pressed it to her head with a wince. “If I didn’t already have a raging migraine…”

Veronica trusted Mac with her life, and she knew there was nothing her friend was holding back, so this left one other person who had possible insider knowledge of the murder and the players behind it. “What do you know about Jen, Mac?”

Mac shrugged, groaning as the ice shifted in the bag. “I know her social security, her grades, her blood type, credit card debt, past employment history, every address she’s lived at over the last ten years…”

Veronica huffed out a bemused laugh. “Anything you couldn’t have lifted off LexisNexis?”

Mac‘s brow furrowed in concentration. “She‘s... kind of a cat person?”

“You’ve lived with her for six months, and the only thing you’ve learned about her is that she’s kind of a cat person?”

“You know I don’t do—” She made a hand gesture that Veronica absolutely didn’t not recognize. “Not like those plebs out there. Jen seems nice, got me a security job working a few of these live-action Clue gigs, but we’re not, like, having pillow fights or scrapbooking together on weekends.”

Logan started at Mac, blankly. “Is that what you think normal women do together?”

“I hang out with her,” Mac said, pointing at Veronica. “Of course, I don’t know what normal women do together.”

Logan’s mouth fell open, but Veronica elbowed him lightly in the ribs before he could say something snarky.

“Okay.” Veronica reached out and touched Mac’s shoulder. “Is it possible that the blonde who hit you, the one you thought was adult-toddler Lilly Kane—”

“You are never going to let me live that down, huh?” Mac’s lips curled into a sardonic smile.

“I am not.” Veronica's grin echoed Mac’s, and she only just managed to hold back her laughter. “Is it possible that adult-toddler Lilly Kane could have actually been Jen? I mean, they’re both blonde...but only one of them has an adult shape.” She mimed heavy bosoms, then looked sadly down at her own meager chest.

Mac sighed loudly and nodded. “It’s possible, yes. I mean, I only caught a glimpse of her and had just gotten my head bashed in.”

“Great.” Veronica clapped her hands together once, punctuating the exchange. “I need you to go find Jen and do a ‘me’ with her. Can you handle that?”

“I assume that means charming her, or conning her into spilling all her secrets?” Mac looked visibly uncomfortable. “I’m not sure my brand of delightfully awkward is going to yield much success.”

“Hmm, if only I knew somebody extremely charismatic who could help you?”  Veronica’s eyes slid toward Wallace, who had just finished swallowing his last bite of licorice.

***

Once Mac and Wallace were gone, Logan slid into Mac’s vacant chair with the grace of a cat, pulling Veronica onto his lap in one swift move. She pressed her face into the side of his neck and allowed herself a moment to get lost in his scent.

So much had happened, yet she’d barely had a moment to think about how this would work, what their old, new relationship would look like. Was he really going to transfer to be closer to her? How would he fit into her life at Stanford? And did it matter? They’d both given getting over each other the old college try. It hadn’t worked in high school, nor at Hearst, and she was woman enough to admit that this thing between them might just always be a part of her. Even when Logan wasn’t in her life, he was always present in her mind, teasing at the edges of her awareness like a phantom limb.

He snaked a hand up the back of her shirt and rested it between her shoulder blades, anchoring her to his chest. “How are you holding up?”

“Physically or mentally?” she asked, leaning over to press a kiss just behind his ear. “Not that the answer isn’t the same for both.”

His hand moved gently up and down her spine. “Dealer’s choice.”

She pulled back a little bit to look him in the eyes. “I feel like a shit magnet.”

His lips quirked, the way they always did when he found something she said amusing. “You are a shit magnet, as am I. I don’t know if it’s us or this town, but I’m beginning to think we should probably spend all our time together. Maybe only half of the Very Bad Things would happen to us if we were always in the same place?”

“That’s an interesting proposition.” She fingered the soft hair at the nape of his neck and wet her lips. “How would that work exactly? Would you sneak into my dorm room at night?” She inched her face closer to his. “Or would I go to you?”

His eyes dropped to her lips. “We could change to online schooling, telecommute from our bedroom.”

Her hand slid up his neck to cup the side of his face. “I don’t know, I feel like we might not get much work done with that arrangement, and I’d like to graduate one day.”

Logan broke into a laugh and closed the distance between them, kissing her deeply before dragging his lips down the side of her neck. She gasped as he reached a sensitive spot and threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging with a breathy sigh as he repeated the move.

He hummed against her skin. “God, the noises you make...if we weren’t living through an actual horror film right now…”

Deflated by the reminder, Veronica protectively cradled his head against her collarbone. “Somebody under this roof is a killer.”

He nodded, a silent response.

She thought of all the other men staying at the house: Luke, Dick, Casey, Cole, Norris and Duncan. They all had skeletons, to be sure, there was hardly anybody from Neptune who didn’t—herself included—and they all had the financial means to pull something like this off, but something wasn’t sitting with her right.

The level of focus on her was quite a coincidence.

And coincidences were nothing but the contrived intersection of planning, opportunity, and luck.

“Logan,” she started, unsure how to bring this up. “Those character sheets we got were freakishly accurate, no?”

His head pricked up at the question. “Too accurate.”

“I mean, I suppose if somebody wanted to, they could’ve figured out a lot of those details or hired somebody like Leo to dig around, but why would they?”

Logan’s eyes brightened as he immediately picked up her line of thought. “Cole never cared much about us and he still doesn’t, so I doubt it’s him. You actually helped Luke get out of a jam, even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted. I can’t see why he’d suddenly want to torment you several years later.”

“Dick is a dick,” she added, “but I know he’d never do anything to harm you, and by extension, me, so I feel like we can rule him out.”

“What’s the connection with Casey? You guys seemed awfully chummy for a bit during junior year,” he said, coyly.

“Oh, you noticed?”

“I always noticed.” He shot her a meaningful look.

She found a loose thread on Logan's shirt and toyed with the end of it. “I think he might’ve had a little thing for me in high school after I did that job at the Mooncalf Collective.”

Logan exhaled roughly in mock exasperation. “Casey, Norris, Leo, Duncan...I’m starting to feel a bit like one of your choir boys.”

“No.” She planted a kiss on his warm brow. “You’re leading man material.”

“Is that so?” That seemed to placate Logan, who dropped right back into sleuthing mode. “So, what do we think of Norris?”

“He’s a cop,” she said, as if this were reason enough to exonerate him.

Apparently, Logan didn’t think so by the way he balked. “So was Vinnie Van Lowe. And Don Lamb.”

“So was my dad,” she retorted.

“So was Leo...who sold me sex tapes of my dad and a minor.” His expression was incredulous.

“Okay.” Veronica held her palms up, acquiescing. She was now more convinced than ever that her dad might be the only honest man left in town. “Being a cop in Neptune, or...well, anywhere, I guess, doesn’t mean you can’t be dirty, but I don’t think Norris is a bad guy. He stood up for me when I was being bullied.” Logan looked away, cowed by the reminder of his past, but she turned his chin back toward her. “He’s just a sweet guy with some niche Japanese interests.”

“Throwing stars and katanas,” he reminded her.

“Did Leo look like he was murdered with a katana? Did Madison?”

“Okay. Fine. I trust your instincts,” Logan said, and a shadow crossed his features as he avoided her gaze. “But that leaves just one person, then.”

Veronica nodded, realizing where this was going and feeling just as skittish about it as he looked. “I know we’ve both kind of been avoiding speaking to him, but he hasn’t even said why he’s back. Or how. Surely, he didn’t risk jail time just to play Mr. Boddy at a shitty high school reunion party.”

Logan nervously shifted under her. “You didn’t ask him why he was here?”

“You’ve been with me the whole time. I know my communication skills aren’t great, but I feel like that’s something I would’ve mentioned to you.”

Logan looked as though he wanted to ask something but paused, the unspoken question hanging precariously in the air like a bubble moments away from rupture.

“Say it.” Her voice was calm and measured, but her insides were rolling with fear.

“Do you think Duncan could be a murderer?”

“Do you?” she shot back, unsure why she felt so defensive and angry about the idea.

Duncan was in her rearview mirror, and she was happy about it. The complicated feelings she had about him veered from affection to anger, but through it all, she couldn’t help but feel loyalty. It somehow felt like she was betraying Lilly for even thinking this might be true.

And what did this say about her abilities as a PI? Aaron, Beaver, Woody, Mercer—all malevolent people capable of unspeakable crimes, and she didn’t pick up on any of them until it was too late.

Logan shrugged, helplessly. “Before the two of you broke up the first time, I would’ve said there was no way...but the way he attacked Jake that one night after you split, how angry he was about not being with you? He was never the same after Lilly’s murder. He was like a brother to me, but I don’t know.” He shook his head, distraught at the suggestion. “I don’t know, Veronica.”

“Well,” she took a deep breath and pressed her lips against Logan’s for fortitude. “I think it’s time we found out, don’t you?”

***

When you were here before, couldn’t look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry...

The faint strains of “Creep”, by Radiohead, eerily carried down the hallway, no doubt the ironic song choice one of Dick’s brilliant ideas.

Logan’s arm was wrapped around Veronica’s waist, carefully supporting half her weight as she limped toward the main room. She caught a glimpse of Wallace out of the corner of her eye, speaking with Jen by the wrought iron-framed picture window at the back. His hip was cocked as he leaned in and said something that made her chuckle, the friendly scene a stark contrast against the frigid and desolate landscape looming behind them.

Veronica wondered how easy it would be to hide amidst the snowbanks. With everything so white, any shock of color would likely stand out, even through the overwhelming snow. As big as this mansion was, from a distance, it was also just a shock of color—a garish slash of humanity bisecting the wilderness—incongruous and wrong.

Something was incongruous and wrong inside the mansion, too, but Veronica was too close to it all to get a good view.

Her eyes canvassed the room, skipping over the people who had tormented her in high school as she searched for Duncan. Even without the murder, this party would have been a nightmare.

Duncan was sitting by himself on a loveseat, gazing serenely at the view while nursing a hot drink.

What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here…

Veronica’s arm tightened around Logan’s back, and she angled her chin to speak with him privately. “He’s there, on the loveseat.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed in Duncan’s direction as he pulled her into a hug and lowered his lips to the shell of her ear. “How are we doing this?”

She didn’t answer right away, knowing he wasn’t going to like her suggestion, but her silence spoke volumes.

“No way.” His chest rose and fell, and his arms tensed around her. “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle this, but you’re injured.”

“I’m just going to talk to him, no sneaky spy business.” She knew the promise sounded as hollow as it was.

“What if he’s a killer, Veronica? What then?”

She pulled back and looked him in the eyes, whispering, “You know he’s more likely to talk if it’s just me asking questions, and you’re right here. If something crazy happens, you’ll just spring into action hero mode like you always do and save the day.”

“I don’t like it,” he said, weakly, with a frown, but she could tell he knew her well enough to understand that arguing against this was futile.

“I know you don’t.” She brushed an index finger across his downturned lips. “I promise I won’t do anything intentionally stupid. And hey, this is Duncan. Do we really think he’s some kind of villainous mastermind? He couldn’t even remember all his lines for the middle-school play.”

His eyes softened as he brushed a stray hair away from her face, letting his fingers linger on her jawline. “You know, it’s really inconvenient for me to love and hate exactly the same things about you.”

“I know.” She turned and kissed the side of his hand before gingerly taking a few steps back. “But, you love them just a little bit more.”

Before she could lose her nerve, she turned and limped over to where Duncan was seated. “Buy a girl a drink?”

“Veronica!” Duncan lit up at her presence, and he scooted over to make room for her. “I heard you’d injured your ankle. I hope it doesn’t hurt much.”

“You know, they say it’s exactly the same walking on sand and snow, but they would be wrong. There are no stray branches hiding on the beach.” She lowered herself slowly onto the seat, sighing as the weight eased off her ankle. “What are you doing over here alone?”

He sighed and peered into his half empty mug of hot chocolate. “This is a really weird weekend. It’s definitely not what I was expecting when I got on the plane to come home.”

Amazed she didn’t even have to work around to it, Veronica took the bait. “What were you expecting when you got on the plane?”

His expression was pensive for a moment, before he shook his head. “I don’t know. I mean, I’m aware a lot of time has passed, but I wanted to see you.”

“Oh?” She wasn’t sure she liked where this was headed.

“You risked everything to help me, and then I just—” His hands tightened around the mug. “I just left. I barely got to say a proper goodbye, didn’t even get to thank you.”

Veronica knew it was ridiculous to get sucked in by this act when so many signs pointed toward him possibly being a killer, but his stupid blue eyes looked so earnest and sad, and it was hard not to believe him. She’d always had too much of a soft spot for him.

“I knew.” She leaned over and squeezed Duncan’s hand. “I’m just happy we were able to get little Lilly away from Meg’s horrible parents.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and squeezed her hand back. “She’s doing really well.”

“I’m so glad. Speaking of,” she inched closer to him, “how did you manage to get past immigration with that arrest warrant they put out?”

“Oh.” He appeared genuinely befuddled for a moment, but then smiled brightly. “Mom took care of that.”

“I thought your mom was against you raising Lilly?”

He shrugged his shoulders, looking so much like the uncomplicated teen she once knew. “You know how she is when it comes to me.”

Veronica remembered how Celeste had covered up a murder she thought Duncan was responsible for, how she had sent Veronica’s dad to retrieve him in Cuba when he ran away, and how virulently she had tried to protect Duncan’s inheritance from Veronica’s potential paternity claim.

Was there anything Celeste wouldn’t do for her favorite child?

“I know.” Veronica smiled tightly.

They sat in companionable silence for a minute, still holding hands, watching the soft snow flutter outside the window.

But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo...

“Veronica...” Duncan turned toward her, a besotted look in his eyes that she knew very well. “Do you—do you love him? Logan?”

She looked down at their joined hands and quickly released Duncan’s, a sinking feeling taking hold of her stomach, then slowly raised her gaze to meet his. “Did you come back home for me?”

“What would you say if I said yes?” he asked, eyes hopeful.

She shook her head, both shocked and not. “I would say that at one time, I loved you very much, but I’m not that girl anymore.”

“Yes, you are,” he spat out, body slightly recoiling with the movement. “How can you be a different person? It hasn’t been much longer than two years. Who changes that much in such a short time?”

She steeled her nerves and turned to face him fully. “I haven’t changed. I don’t think I was ever the girl you thought I was. I’m not even sure you would have liked the real me back then.”

“So, you were—what?” he shot back, face beginning to flare with heat. “Just faking it with me?”

“No.” She grabbed his hand again, which instantly calmed him down. “I didn’t even know myself back then, Duncan. Lilly did, though, she always understood me.”

“Does he know the real you?” Duncan looked at a point over her shoulder, and she turned to find Logan watching the two of them with a stoic expression.

“Yes,” she said, as Logan’s eyes connected with hers. “He’s a little bit broken, just like me.”

Duncan seemed offended by the suggestion. “You’re not broken, Ronnie.”

“Broken isn’t bad, Duncan. Have you ever heard of the Japanese art of kintsugi?” Off his head shake, she continued, “They take broken pieces of expensive, intricate pottery and put them back together again, filling the cracks with gold and silver, making the new pieces stronger, even more interesting and beautiful than they were before.”

“And that’s you? Broken pottery?” he asked, in a mocking tone.

She shook her head. “Repurposed. Better. Stronger. You liked the perfect porcelain.”

“No.” His hand tightened around hers almost painfully, as he leaned closer and whispered hoarsely, “I’m broken, too. Just like you. I came back for you, the real you.”

Veronica was sick with guilt. She hadn’t asked for any of this, but she couldn’t help but feel bad, anyway. The last time he had seen her, she was still in love with him, and that image of her was clearly frozen in amber in his mind. “Duncan, I’m so sorry, but I lov—”

A loud, metallic crash against the other side of the wall was punctuated by a man’s haunting groan.

[godsofmonster]

Florida Kilos ≽ VII.

Reader x Bangtan- Drug Cartel

Word Count- 6,400

Warnings- drugs, guns, blood, prostitution, violence, abuse, sexual content, betrayal, character deaths, ect.

≽ Links to previous chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio because Tumblr sucks now! You can also click on the ‘Florida Kilos’ tag!

From the time that I was a little girl, growing up in poverty, I decided that my adulthood would be different. At a young age, I was more sure of myself than most of the people around me. As a result, I made my way down to Florida where I began to both make and deal cocaine- alongside the man of my life. We shared our dreams, our bodies, our business. I was in a drug cartel with responsibilities and a lot of talent. I made dangerous partnerships, million dollar deals, and a lot of money; that is where this story continues.

There was a safe place I had created in the depths of my mind.

It formed long ago when I was very young and in need of an escape. It was dark, in complete isolation, but it was safe. Safe to be weak- to be real. I revisited this haven over and over again; watching how she, myself, laid in a pool of sorrow. The young fragile thing consumed by her own pain and the cruelty of the world she had been born into. Then, upon a group of unfortunate series of events, had finally pushed her- me to make a choice.

Stay- Remain where she’s only ever known; going day by day, merely existing in a war zone. Each day looking for any reason, convincing herself, that life was worth living.

Or

Leave- Desert the life I’ve only ever understood; looking for a purpose of my own to keep living. The chance to experience anything remotely good. The chance to have a better life or, at the very least, die trying.

Those two choices were what had split me away from that little girl. I decided that she was too young, too innocent, to have lived what she had lived and so- I made the decision for her. I, she, became the person that was never there. The help- the hope that she always longed for.

For the first time, in a long time, I revisited that haven and found her still there. The place she had never left. She took me by the hand, her bare feet patting on the black floor as she led me to the corner of the room. I sat with her on the ground, away from the light that came from essentially nowhere. I reached my hand up running my fingers through her ungroomed hair. She complained saying that she liked her hair that way. The contrasting light created shadows on the rounds of her face. The sharp light emphasizing the dirt and bruises that were revealed on the displayed parts of her skin. Yet, she smiled at me, maintaining eye contact, until the smile dropped- and she turned her head as if though confused. Then I innocently asked myself,

“Aren’t we supposed to be happy?”

-

I woke to the sound of emptiness. My head weighed a ton, as I lifted it from the pillow, and there was a dull ache that fogged my body. The room was cold and the warehouse just felt different without them. The light came in from the broken blinds of Jungkook’s room.

As much as I wanted to kick and scream, break down the very walls that kept me safe; I did not- I could not.

I slept above the sheets, my arms, and legs cold from the exposure throughout the night. I looked around the covers to find his shirt I had slept beside, taking it in my hands once again, and studying its material. Why did he always have so many white shirts? I smiled painfully and shook my head at the memories. Off in the distance, I picked up on a voice, that could only belong to Jimin.

“Yeah…I think it was something she discussed with Hoseok already...I’ll let her know when she wakes up then.”

I step one foot in front of the other, the cold tile matching my body temperature. I peered over the door frame looking into Jimin’s bedroom provided by its open door.

He stood there near his bed, his phone pressed against his ear, and his back turned to me. He was cleaned up in a fresh new pair of black slacks and a tucked in shirt. His hair was wet from a shower and the humidity of the bathroom could be felt from the hallway. He muttered a few last words into the phone before hanging up. Jimin casually turned around, his eyes glancing from his phone, surprised to see me standing by the door across the hall. He held his phone away; locking eyes with me and examining me from head to toe. Not knowing what to say, he greeted me with a simple, breathless;

“Hey.”

-

It was about two in the afternoon after I had taken a much-needed shower. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the steam from my shower fogged my reflection, my body hugged by a white towel. Tears of my blood dripped into the powder blue sink as I attempted to bound my arm in clean bandages. I inspected the bullet hole, stretching the skin around it for a deeper look, before wrapping it completely.

I didn’t bother with my wet hair. I dried my body off with the towel finding light bruises formed on both my shoulders. The image of Yoongi grabbing me flashed in my remembrance. With a single hand, I reached to my back, lightly pressing on the lower skin, until I felt the pain infliction; meaning there could only be another bruise.  

I sighed to myself. Thinking back to the only piece of advice I had ever gotten from my mother.

Keep it together, even, when you’re falling apart.

I slipped into a pair of high waisted, wide legged, black slack and a gray halter top.  After stepping in a pair of scarpin heels I opened the door and made my way out of the bathroom. The cold air hit me as soon as I walked out, looking down the hall for any sign of Jimin.

“There is food down here, (Y/n).”

I turn my head in the opposite direction, glancing down the stairs, spotting him calmly walking away from the white table. I made my way down, already, smelling the food that resigned in a brown paper bag. Jimin stood by the counter, once again, scrolling through his phone. I didn’t have an appetite, of course, but my headache warned me otherwise.  

“Any word from them?” I asked, hoping to ease some of the tension between us. Jimin and I never were close, but there was always a part of him that made me think that could practically read my mind.  

“Hoseok called a few hours ago after they landed- just to give me his new number.” He explained silently. I caught him looking somewhere across the room, pushing his hair with the back of his hand. There was a stillness, in which I knew he wanted to speak, so I refrained from saying anything. As I reached into the warm bag, grabbing onto something that smelled like fries, he spoke again. “You should see this,”

He hesitantly reached behind him, on the top of the counter, he took a hold of a newsprint. I left the food in the bag, watching as he walked toward me, placing the stack of paper in front of me. My heart stopped and my stomach sank.

New York Times: GUNMAN- GUNDOWN! WHO IS THE GODMOTHER?!

A black and white photograph revealed a mugshot of a younger Jungkook. I took the paper into my hands and my eyes scanned to read the article. I flipped the pages, finding the entire story, more pictures of the crime scene appeared.  

“They were able to ID him quickly. He had a record for simple assault, disorderly conduct, and possession of cannabis with intent to sell. All his arrests were made in Florida.”

I sighed heavily, just now, realizing the trouble this report brought. I rested my head against the palm of my hand. After everything, I didn't even stop to think what could happen if they identified him. His arrests being made in Florida gave the D.E.A agency more than enough reason to go there.

“It's not his fault, even if they arrested him, they still would have connected him back to Florida,” I said defending Jungkook's honor. “At least… they can’t make him talk now.”

“I know but Taehyung isn't happy about this,” Jimin explained. “He wants someone to take the fault.”

“Me,” I said, slamming my hands on to the table and standing to my feet. “I was the one calling the shots- I was overlooking the whole operation!”

“He knows it's not your fault (Y/n),” Jimin said shaking his head. My arms tensed as I rested them at my side. “The person at fault is the one who disobeyed your orders.”

Jimin said sternly and annoyed at my weak attempt to take the blame. I fell to the pressure of his stare, feeling like a helpless child, I took a seat back on the chair timidly.

“Jungkook died… isn't that punishment enough?” I said as a single tear rolled down my face.

“Look (Y/n),” He said placing his hands firmly on the table and leaning in to speak to me. His voice fell hushed but harsh. He stared me dead in the eyes, the way you do a when scolding a child. “I don’t know what's going through your head- but Jungkook is gone. Someone has to respond for his death and you know exactly who it is. You have to pull it together.”

My face flushed in a mixture of rage and embarrassment. I was angry with myself because I knew Jimin’s words were true. I was embarrassed that I had ended up back here after everything. After I worked so hard, what was the point of it all if I couldn’t protect the ones closest to me? I bowed my head but avoided eye contact in complete shame. “In this business- you don’t get to have a mental breakdown.”

“What is Taehyung planning to do?” I asked, sniffling and drying my tears away.

“Nothing, not yet at least,” Jimin said relaxing and moving to stand up straight. “Taehyung is going to talk to you when we get back. Now that the D.E.A has their connection into Florida, he wants us back first thing tomorrow night. You better have a damn good reason by then if you want to keep Yoongi alive.”

As much as I wanted to believe Taehyung would just do as I asked- there would have to be a catch. Taehyung could be childish but he was far from stupid. Especially alongside his brothers; they were still the most dangerous men in Florida. I couldn’t forget that because the moment I did- I would already be dead.

“What’s going to happen with Jungkook?” I asked after a moment of silence.

“His brother was called by the police after they identified him.” I couldn’t imagine getting that call. I didn’t know him at all but I wondered what went through his head. Did he see it coming? Was he prepared for that call after Jungkook had left? It hurt me to imagine that he was going to be buried and I couldn’t even be there. Who but his brother would be there? They had nobody else. “Taehyung doesn't want you to worry about it. He needs you focused so that we can get shit organized here.”

“It won’t be a problem. We have about 14 kilos to pack before we head out, with the guys helping us we should be done by-” He cut me off.

“Taehyung said to do it alone. He doesn't want anyone to know we’re leaving until we’re gone.” Like I said; Taehyung was far from stupid. At this point, his judgment was better than mine.

“We’re packing 14 kilos on our own?” I asked, knowing that we would have to be working all night.

“Not just packing, those kilos are untouched, so we have to cut them too.” Even though that sounded absolutely dreadful, burying myself in work, was probably my best option.

“No offense but do you even know how we cut our coke?” I stood from my seat, pushing the seat in, holding the back-rest in my hands as I stared at him. He ran his hand over his mouth, licking his lips, before answering me.

“No but I’ve seen it done,” He explained and I groaned internally. I had a lot more work on my hands then I thought. “Taehyung said you were an expert.”

“I am,” I could see a smirk threatening to relieve itself from the corner of his lips. I had a feeling Jimin was going to make this a living hell for me. “I’m only going to show you once so pay attention.”

-

We started with one kilo each at a time. Jimin and I pushed two of the white tables together creating a station of our own to work from. First, we will break up the packaged cocaine; changing it from its compressed form back to powder snow.

“Take your clothes off.” Jimin’s face flushed at my orders. His eyes shifted from my direction as soon as he saw me step down from the stairs. I had changed into barely anything but a pair of old cotton shorts and a bra.  

“W-what? Why? I thought that was only for the employees- to prevent them from stealing?” I rolled my eyes. I caught one of his glances and tossed him a black bandana left behind from Yoongi’s stuff. He didn’t react fast enough to catch it so the fabric sprawled under the table.

“We do but it’s also to avoid any residue on your clothes,” I said taking a bandana of my own. It was one I found in Jungkook’s room, it was red, and it smelled just like him. “Trust me you don’t want risk breathing any of this in,”

I wrapped the cloth around my nose and mouth, tying the two ends around the back of my head. “That's how you end up like Yoongi.”

He didn’t argue with me once he got a hold of the bandana. He stepped off into the corner stripping down into nothing but his boxer briefs.

-

From there we began to cut the single kilos into the proper ratio. Jimin was in front of me, across the table, where he separated his grams. As I worked, I watched him carefully, making sure he didn’t make any mistakes. I could tell that he was very hesitant in everything that he did.

“Aren’t you having fun?” I asked sarcastically.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.” He responded, too busy to notice that I was poking fun at him.

“125 grams exactly, Jimin,” I carefully warned him as he was invariably adding and removing grams from the scale.

“125 grams seems like a really small amount to cut of the whole kilo…” He said, muffled by the bandana. I glanced up and watched him squat down and getting a better look at the numbers on the scale.

“The higher the purity of the cocaine- the more we can sell it for,” I explained, pushing away the rest of the 875 grams to the side of the glass mirror. “Another 125 grams of this cocaine was already cut back in Florida.”

There were only two reasons why dealers cut their cocaine. The first was to increase the weight of the product. This allowed the dealer to sell more grams without having to buy/make more coke. It was heavily done with low-level street thugs; it wasn’t uncommon to buy cocaine that its purity was below 20%. Which means only 20% of the product was actually pure cocaine and the other 80% was chemical additives. The second reason, the reason that we were doing it, was to increase the intensity of the drug’s effect. “125 plus 125 is 250- out of 1,000 grams, that's 25% of cutting and 75% purity.”

“If we want more purity why are we cutting it a second time?” He asked as he finished counting the final grams he needed.

“We only cut it a second time in New York because these people are so used to impure levels of cocaine. They are more addicted to the chemicals than the cocaine itself.”

-

Then it was finally time to do the actual cutting. I had Jimin separate the 125 grams into a steel baking bowl. The grams that we had leftover were placed on the glass mirror in front of us. I came from the back room pushing out a cart full of three labeled containers.

“Listen closely,” I called to him as he lowered his bandana so that it pooled around his neck. He used his forearm to rub his nose, avoiding contact between his latex gloves and his face. “These are the measurements you have to follow,”

I grabbed each container, opening them up, to reveal the identical image of white snow. I put them between us so that they would be within both of our reaches.

“This is methylphenidate; you measure 6 grams of this exactly. Then this, is levamisole, another 6 grams. And finally, that is pure caffeine- only half a gram of that.” I could tell that this really was Jimin's first time getting involved with the manufacturing of the cocaine. His jaw slightly hung out of discomfort.

“What was this cut with before in Florida?” He huffed, pressing his lips together, as he started with the methylphenidate.

“Procaine,” I answered simply. Procaine was a local anesthetic, a synthetic compound obtained from benzoic acid, commonly used during dental work. I never understood how someone who manufactured drugs could ever think about consuming their own product. We, better than anyone, new the harmful chemicals that went into making such a vice as cocaine.

“Christ, do these people have any idea what they are putting in their bodies?” He mumbled to himself. “I don't even know what this is.”

“Well you should,” I said completing the first 6 grams. “Methylphenidate is a stimulant that affects the central nervous system. Its chemical formula is C14H19NO2 and its molar mass is 233.31. Ironically, it's usually used to treat people with ADHD.”

I scooped up the 6 grams, mixing it on top of the leftover grams we were working with. The white substance easily blending in. Jimin follows in my actions before moving on to the next one. “Levamisole is a synthetic imidazothiazole derivative that is used to kill parasites and deworm animals. Its formula is C11H12N2S and its mass 204.292.-"

“I imagine you passed Chemistry class?” Jimin snickered, ignoring his comment and resumed unbothered.

“This is the additive that was making people's skin rot in the UK. Their cocaine purity is usually 20% and the other 80% is nothing but Levamisole.” Most dealers only used one or two additives to cut their cocaine. They were often large percentages to influence the intensity of the drug. We, on the other hand, had a formula of our own. Instead of using large amounts of only two, we used four different additives in smaller amounts, which increased the consumers' euphoria without killing them. Of course, it was more expensive to have all these different substances but we still made a profit with what we were selling it for.  

“Well, we wouldn’t want that to happen to our customers.” I watched him as he laid a bit more substance to the scale. His eyes leveling with the table to get a clear reading on the numbers. His eyebrows were furrowed under his hair that he was dying to push away from his face. He pinched out what could have seemed like an insignificant amount but every milligram counted.  Once he added it to the pile, he stopped and looked at me. “What’s next?”

“Next, is probably the world's most consumed psychoactive drug- caffeine.”

-

After cutting another set of kilos with Jimin, I switched over to start separating the grams in their correct vials. The glass vials were 4, 6, and 8 millimeters. There were 1.1 millimeters in one gram, which meant that in grams we were selling 3.4, 5.1, and 6.8. While in Florida, a single gram retailed for $80 because its purity was over 80%. Here in New York, after cutting it another 12.5% bringing the purity down 75%, the price lowered to  $75 per/gram.

“Keep track of what you are separating, Jimin,” I said taking a seat after my legs grew tired. I glanced at him from the other end of the table, he stepped back and listened as I spoke to him. “If we’re are cutting 125 grams out of each kilo, how many kilos do you have to go through to until those cut grams add up to a kilo themselves?”

“125 divided by 1,000 should be 8?” He said pretty confidently.

“Wow~ You aren’t just a glorified bodyguard after all.” I joked but just like how I had with him, he ignored my comment.

“So we are going to have an extra two kilos along with the 14.” He said adjusting the latex gloves around his wrists. He couldn’t see it but I smiled and nodded my head.

“Yes! That’s what’s called making a $150,000 profit.”

-

Until the moment that the sun went down, Jimin and I continued working. We only stopped to eat something around dinner time. Our conversations mostly consisted of work and everything that went along with it. There was always a strangeness to Jimin’s and I’s interactions. I didn’t know how to explain it, it was as if we had to be cautious of one another. Yet, we had no problem being forward to each other. It wasn’t about loyalty, or who worked for who, with him. Truthfully, I sometimes felt that he was the only one who was ever honest with me. For most of the night, I felt almost normal as if nothing had changed. Jimin and I were finishing organizing the final kilo into its vials.

“How is it that you remember all of this?” He suddenly asked me after a period of mutual silence. Even after working all day, making good conversation, even Jimin couldn’t keep the worrisome thoughts away.

“I’ve always been good with numbers and…” I hesitantly fell short; taking in a heavy sigh under the barrier protecting me from the poison. “There was a time that Yoongi was actually a very patient teacher.”

“That’s hard to believe,” Jimin mumbled under his breath. I agreed- it really was even, for me. He had noticed the question had brought unwanted memories.

Memories of Yoongi and I before the death, before the money, before the power. When we struggled to make a living but we were closer than could be. He told me I was always such an eager learner; I would ask him about everything multiple numbers of times but I was ambitious to make all of our dreams come true. I never knew that it would lead this far, all I ever wanted was to live a comfy life, I didn’t care for such a lavish lifestyle. “I just don’t get it...”

I also caught Jimin muttering to himself. He kept his head down and busy, still, slightly shaking it in disbelief. Even after everything- I came to Yoongi’s defense.

“The fault is not his, the drugs make him a completely different person,” I said angrily, slipping the complete vials into the slots of the briefcase. It was one of many, that was completely filled with rows of blow, ready to snow over New York.

“That’s not what I was referring too,” He said in a low tone. I looked back his way but he held his head down. The way his voice dropped sent me a feeling. I knew this conversation wouldn't be a pleasant one. He took in a deep breath into his lungs, his exposed chest rising with the heaviness. “I don't understand you.”

He clarified. There was less than half a kilo to finish packing, he pulled down his bandana, and I knew it wasn’t going to get done tonight. As I was gathering words in my head to speak, he spoke first. “You have to be the most complicated woman I've ever met. You- you just walk with this confidence, with this power, that nobody gave you. And yet-"

He took off his gloves, slamming the latex on the table, and looking at me with such a frustration. “And yet, you let someone like him get away with everything.”

“God, you sound just like Taehyung,” I said annoyed. I copied his actions and removed my bandana and gloves. “Maybe you're just trying to be a good wingman but-"

“Trust me, that's not what this is about. Taehyung isn't better than Yoongi by much.” He said stepping away from the table leaving the product to sit there.

“Then I don't understand why you care. As long as the business is running, my relationship with Yoongi shouldn't matter.” I said to him, crossing my arms over my chest, as my eyes glossed in rage.

“Why can't you see that he's holding you back?” Jimin stepped around the table. His hand brushed the edge of it as if to make sure he didn’t step too close. My body maintained his direction. I watched his every movement.

“I don't expect you to know how a relationship works- but it's not just roses and butterflies,” I said stepping up to him. My face flushed in a fit and I could feel my jaw clenching. “It takes real work and compromise to get through this shit!.”

“He's not working with you- he's working against you.” He spat as if he was taking it so personally. He spoke as if it was so simple.

“You don't know a goddamn thing!”I yelled with tears streaming down my cheeks. I held his stare and felt sick to my stomach. It was so easy for others to comment on your life.

“Neither do you.” Jimin's words were severe, along with the look his eyes gave. I didn’t know if he was trying to help me or hurt me. “He's going to drag you down and you'll drown at his side, (Y/n).”

I spared him another word. My body felt like collapsing under all of this emotion. I was sure that if I said another word to him I would break again. I made a rough turn on my feet and began to walk away from him. I stared straight forward, my destination was my bedroom, but that didn’t stop him.

“What is it about him?” Jimin continued to call. More tears ran their way down my face without him knowing. “What makes you think that you have to be with him?”

I refused to answer him and ignored his footsteps as they began to follow me. Grabbing onto the railing, my foot stepped onto the first step of the stairs, and his hand was there. It laid against my own to stop me from moving any further. “I'm talking to you.”

“Don't touch me!” I yelled, removing my hand from his touch. His actions weren't aggressive but he was almost desperate. I looked at his eyes and found them yielding at my voice.

He sighed and moved his hands back to his hips where they turned into fists. Jimin almost looked ashamed at his actions and his loss of control. And I couldn’t help but feel guilty because I’ve only ever pushed away the people who wanted to help.

“I just-” I shook my head softly not knowing how to express these feelings. Emotions I never bothered to explain to even myself. Jimin gazed up at me. “He's all I have Jimin and...we’re doomed to be together.”

I sighed, avoiding Jimin’s stare, avoiding his judgment. I took a seat on the step behind me, resting my head in my hands carrying the weight of this burden. I knew what Yoongi's and I’s relationship had become but I could never bring myself to leave him. The happiest moments of my life were spent along at his side; I didn’t know how to live without him.

“(Y/n)...” Jimin’s voice was gentle as he spoke to me. I raised my eyes from my hands to find him gazing at me. He locked his eyes with mine and he sternly said, “He doesn't deserve you.”

“That doesn’t matter anymore.”

Yoongi and I were an old married couple, who grew to hate each other but still, we only had one another because we were bitter and rotten inside. I cleaned my runny nose with the back of my hand. I stood to my feet, thinking that I had had enough humiliation for one night.

“Wait-" He said but I just shook my head. My eyes closed mildly as if pleading for him to let it go. I accepted a long time ago that the only thing that could separate Yoongi and I was death herself. Turning my back to him, I walked up the stairs, his presence still lingering over me like a shadow.

“It does matter, (Y/n).” He was persistent but he didn’t know anything. We made it into the hall, I glanced into my bedroom and still shied away from it. So I headed for Jungkook’s room when Jimin had placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Jimin please!” I turned back around, taking his hand in tightly, begging him with torture in my eyes.

“I’ve been alone all my life... I don’t wanna die that way.”

Then, with the hold I had on his hand, he pulled me in and his other hand wrapped around the back of my neck. Jimin pressed his lips against my own. I tensed at the action, the feeling of a foreign mouth, and yet I kissed him back. There was no thought, no question, in my head that objected. I turned my head, deepening the kiss, as he softened his hold on my skin. His touch was graceful and careful. He was touching something he knew he shouldn’t have and I knew it too.

I pushed him away when I needed to catch my breath. I pressed my lips together in disbelief, and out of pure confusion, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

Jimin’s head moved with the impact. My hand stung as I watched him nod his head. He licked his lips and shunned my gaze. His eyes dropped as if he expected this kind of reaction. I gulped, waiting to see if he would say anything or if I would say something. I don’t know what it was, the tension or the pain, but when he finally looked back at me- with those eyes- I only wanted one thing.

This time I reached for him bringing him onto my lips once again. He didn’t hesitate, not for a single second, he allowed his mouth to move against mine naturally. My heart raced, my hands gripping his bare shoulders. I felt his hands brush against the skin of my waist, he was still not sure, but I pressed my body closer to him as a sign of reassurance. Just like I knew he would, he understood, he gripped my waist and caressed my skin. His tongue running over my bottom lip for permission that I gave him. He hummed against my mouth with his tongue meeting mine. Blood rushed through my veins as they heated parts of my body that made me only more earnest. My hand trailed up the back of his neck finding the long strands of his hair. My fingers twined in the soft, dirty blond, locks.

None of it made sense. After all of the times Jimin and I worked together, the little conversations here and there, I never thought it could be like this. There were questions I wanted to ask but answers I didn’t want to know. I decided that for once in my life, I would not analyze the situation. I will ignore all of the things that would tell me that this was wrong; the consequences that I would have to face tomorrow morning. Even if it was only for tonight- I didn’t want to be alone.

-

I straddled his lap, my knees pressed against his hips, as he pressed my chest against his own. His hands caressed the skin of my thighs while my lips savored his taste. I made out the details of his face in the mood light that came in through his open windows. He gave me a breathless smile as he pulled me in closer. His hand reached up to pushed down the straps of my bra causing them to fall around my elbows.

“Jimin…” I stopped him. He looked up at me, worried that he had done something wrong, afraid that I would change my mind. “I...I thought you didn’t trust me.”

“(Y/n),” Jimin said gently, bringing his hand up to push a strand of hair behind my ear. That same hand cupped my cheek and examined my face. “There has always been something about you that’s made me question my loyalty. I... don't trust myself around you.”

I thought back to the first time I ever set eyes on Park Jimin. I could read him so easily just as he could me. I knew it then- that we were the same and that always created suspense between us. I took his words in deeply; understanding that he was as perplexed as I was. So I didn’t push any more questions on him, I simply nodded my head, and slowly leaned back in to kiss him. His hands unhooked my bra from behind and he mumbled against my lips, “You’re a dangerous woman.”

He tossed the artifact of clothing off of the bed. I gasped as his wet lips left trails down my neck. His mouth sucked bruises on my sweet skin. I rolled my head back, eyes closed to focus on his touch, as I allowed him better access. My body tingled in anticipation and desire. He continued to move his lips lower down my collarbone and between the valley of my chest. I felt him, feel me, as he grew beneath my hips. I moaned above him as he pressed me onto his length.

“Please don’t hold this against me, ”I whispered.

For the first time, in a long time, I felt seen. I felt seen as a woman instead of a boss. It wasn’t about ranks or power; we were just two people trying to become one. There was absolutely nothing lingering in the back of my mind. I could fully devote myself to pleasure. I felt safe and reassured in myself to perform such intimate actions. Everything that I needed was already inside of me.

Short breaths fell from his lips as I rocked my hips against him. I had the most erotic sight of him underneath me. His thick locks of hair covered his eyes from my sight but his lips peered through each and every time he placed a kiss somewhere on my skin.

Jimin’s fingers grazed down my spine making goosebumps erupt in the process. His hands came to rest on the very low part of my back, his skin coming in contact with the fabric of my underwear.

“May I?” He asked against my skin. His hot breath warming over my chest. I ran my fingers through the top of his hair revealing a pair of eyes that were clouded with desire.

“Yes…” I breathed, his eyes flickered, and then move back down my body. I watched his hands come around to the front part of my panties. As I had gone to sit up on my knees, to allow him space to slide them off, he took hold of the fabric in both hands and tore the material straight down the middle.

I gasped lightly, taken back by his actions, as he looked back at me. He looked at me as if he hadn't known why he had done that. Jimin was trying so hard to control his lust. A soft laugh fell from my lips and eased his worry, making him lean up to take my lips in his once again.  

With some time, we continued to remove all of the clothing that was left on our bodies. Skin to skin our cores pressed against each other. Whimpers fell from my mouth, violent pulses of bliss tensed my body, from the stimulation of my clitoris. Shaky pleas I whispered in his ear as our hips crashed against each other like waves of the ocean.

“No,” He said as I made an attempt, out of habit, to lay down on the bed. Jimin held me in place as he stopped his actions and looked up at me. His lips were flushed and swollen, his skin glistening in the moonlight, “Stay on top, please.”

I nodded my head before looking down at where our bodies would be connected. I raised my hips and allowed him to position himself against my dripping entrance. I held my breath, his eyes were watching, as he eased himself into me. My mouth opened, he stretched out my walls in a way I had never been before, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

He took me to a paradise, an unknown rendezvous, that only belong to us. It was as if the pleasure was electricity that connected us with every movement. Jimin’s arm secured around my waist while my legs shook out of the intensity. My heartbeat was to its limit and I remember thinking that it could give out any moment. Groans and praises fell from his mouth. I felt like a goddess at the heights he was taking me, tears ran down my cheeks, and I begged for this euphoria to never end. Pants and moans echoed through the silence of the night. Every little movement, every touch, had a deadly effect on me.

-

The next morning. I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping outside of the open window. My eyes squinted at the gray light as the cool air of daybreak lingered in the air. I heard his light breathing behind me as Jimin remained fast asleep.

My legs were sore as I tried to move them, the covers were cold but I wrapped them around my naked body anyway. A small smile rested on my face as I thought back to the events that took place in this room last night. I had lost count over the night but each and every time was better than the last.

I adjusted my head on the nearest pillow that my arm held down. I started out into the gray sky and thought about the events that awaited me later today back in Florida.

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Hey guys,

So I went at all 14 parishes, for the first time in 2019. Most of my touring was for work, I worked with a research lab for a while. However, I did go touristing for fun.  Here’s a recap:

St. Thomas

I went to St.Thomas several times in 2019 primarily for the beach.

St.Thomas

St. Thomas actually has a nice beach that isn’t too popular and it’s pretty easy to get to. Besides the last time I went, the water was beautiful. To get to the beach, I’d have to take a Morant Bay coaster from Downtown for $250 then take a Lysson taxi from Morant Bay town centre to Lysson’s beach for $100. To get into the beach it’s $300, it was $250 earlier this year and if you’re a UWI student it’s free but you’d have to get the pass from SAS before going there. Read more about that here: 5 Things You Can Do With Your UWI ID. 

This is a beach in St.Thomas. It cost $700 JMD from downtown to get there and go back.

You’re allowed to carry food on the beach and that’s usually what I opt for but there is a cookshop directly beside it you can opt for. For a reasonable $2000 or less I could pay for transportation, access to the beach and food.

Me at Lysson Beach in September.

Portland

Portland is my all-time favourite parish, I hope I can live here in the future. I went twice in 2019 for different reasons.

The first time was for work. I was working side by side with the vector control team for one day for research purposes. Since I was working, I didn’t really get to explore but I did go to a new place which was Snow Hill. I bought lunch from a roadside shack selling Jerk Chicken and festival. It cost under $500 and it was really good.

Port Antonio

I asked some school girls to take my picture after a long day of work.

The second time, I went on a road trip with some friends. I did way more exploring here because, well, I had the time to. I spent maybe around $2500 on transportation, access to the beaches and food. My first stop was the Folly Ruins.

Posing in front of graffiti at Folly Ruins

This was free to explore. You can read more about the story behind the Folly Ruins here.

The next place I went to was Blue Lagoon, this was also a free option. I’m not that great of a swimmer so I didn’t venture off into the approximately 200ft lagoon.

Blue Lagoon, Portland Photo by: K.S

  After Blue Lagoon we went to Winnifred beach, it was my first time there and I absolutely loved it. The water was literally transparent. There was somewhere to buy food but I was saving my money for Boston jerk pork. There was also no cover charge but they asked that you contribute any amount. I did, maybe about $200.

Winnifred Beach

After Winnifred Beach we went to Boston Beach. It was my second time there. This time I decided to try the jerk pork and I fell in love. I don’t remember how much I paid for it, maybe around $600 for the quarter and I paid for some festivals. They gave and charged me for an extra one I didn’t ask for but I can’t get mad in Portland. It wasn’t enough pork but I got what I paid for, next time I’ll stop being cheap and buy more. While I’m not 100 per cent sure of the cost for everything, I know for a fact I spent less than $1000 though. To get into Boston beach, I believe was $200 JMD.

Boston beach

  St Mary

I never stopped and did anything in St.Mary in 2019 except drive through but I was there so it counts. In 2018 I went to Hamilton Mountain and the surrounding environs to help with vector control activities and lab work.

St.Ann

I went to St.Ann once in 2019 for work. I was helping with training at Shaw Park. Food and transportation was covered by the company of course so I only paid my regular fare to go home from work after we got back to Kingston. I did charter a taxi to get to the lab at 6am though but that wasn’t from my pockets either. Everything would have totalled $900.

Little photoshoot at the end of the day

I drove through St.Ann another time but that was also for work.

Trelawny

I went here for the first time. We stopped at a gas station right across the road from the sea. Really excited to come back here and find hidden gems. No one really speaks about Trelawny and what it has to offer but I’ll be figuring that out in 2020.

St. James

2019 was also the first time I went to St. James. I went maybe three times, all for work. It was also the first time I went to Montego Bay and as a Kingstonian, I think Mobay looks much better than Kingston.

Only picture I took in St.James

Transportation was covered by the company, I spent maybe $500 on some food when I was in Mobay.

Hanover 

I spent a whole lot of time in Hanover, okay I spent maybe 3 days but it was a lot of time to me. It was the first time going to Hanover and yes guys, it’s real and it’s beautiful. Hanover reminds me so much of Portland with its beauty. I went here for work and so transportation was paid for.

some interesting plants i found on the job

I wish I was able to explore the parish more but I only went from the hospital in Lucea to Cacoon Castle to help with vector control and gather things for research.

This was the view from the hospital and no this photo was not edited

We stopped for gas so I ran across the road to take a photo with the sea.

Westmoreland

I also spent a lot of time in Westmoreland for work. I mostly stayed in Negril but went to a couple other more rural places to collect data. When it rains over in the west, it pours. I learnt how to walk on steep surfaces in the pouring rain and not slide on swampy lands. Of course, transportation was paid for but I did spend some money on a box food and Popeyes in Savanna La Mar. All of that would have been maybe $1000 total.

We stayed in a quaint little resort across the road from the beach.

Pure Garden Resorts where I stayed. They’re very reasonable.

After work, I’d go over there for dinner. They’re not cheap, I bought some fried chicken strips and fries for maybe $700. I liked it so I got it the next time I was there and drank water. I save a lot of money just drinking water. The company would have helped with some of the cost of food on these trips though.

Burbon Beach

I liked Bourbon beach, not just because there was no entry free but the sunset was beautiful.

St. Elizabeth

I went to St.Elizabeth both for work and fun. While we mostly drove through St.Elizabeth I did get stranded outside Santa Cruz. Driving through St. Elizabeth to get to the rest of the west for work was always the most tiring part of the journey. It felt never ending.

A very blurry picture of me outside the “Welcome to St. Elizabeth” sign

Right at the border of Westmoreland and St.Elizabeth, you can get seafood or you can go up the road to Middle Quarter for shrimp. You’d spend no more than $1000. I spent nothing because I brought snacks and protected my pocket, even though I was travelling that time for work.

I also went to St. Elizabeth for a wedding. It was right outside Treasure Beach. I was tagging along with my mom so of course, I didn’t have to worry about transportation.

Treasure beach

It was a wedding so food and drink were covered of course.

Manchester

I spent quite a bit of time in Manchester, primarily Mandeville and Porus. This was again for work and so transportation and food was primarily taken care of. I had fun walking up the steep hills and steps in Porus and Mandeville, it was a good work out.

Clarendon

Clarendon was mostly a drive through parish for me this year but I did stop at the Juici Patties in Toll Gates a couple times for a cheese patty.

St. Catherine 

St. Catherine was another drive through parish for me. Hopefully I can explore this parish more this year.

St. Andrew

This is where I spent most of my time. I attended workshops, award ceremonies, movies, anything. You can read about it here:

I Went Out For Restaurant Week Alone and This is What Happened

A Review of Pizza Please’s Jerk Pork Alfredo Pasta

Back on the Rack Review

Review of the Healthy Hair and Beauty Expo

My Experience Attending She Speaks; A Necessary Safe Space for Women’s Voices

Review of the “Securing the Bag” Millennial Mixer

I did touristy things too like go to Devon House and explore Gordon Town for the first time.

When it comes to St.Andrew, I get most of my fun from exploring restaurants. I went to South Avenue Grill for the first time 2019 for my solo birthday dinner.

Always looking for new experiences and restaurants in this parish. St. Andrew touring isn’t really considered travelling per say so I’ll leave the budget out of this one. I should mention that I got a free movie pass from work, entry to some workshops for free and free food so I still saved money.

Kingston

Ironically, Kingston was parish 14 even though I’m so near to it. I did a couple things in Kingston like boarding the coaster to go to another parish, attending an art festival, attend workshops like

 What You Need to Know About Investment from the Adulting 101 Conference

Takeaways from the Adulting 101 Conference

What You Need to Know About IPOs

Fare to go to Kingston and get home is capped at $200 and I didn’t pay for any of the events I went to.

My favourite thing about Kingston 2019 was seeing Waterfront and the Art festival. I sampled all sorts of wine from ackee wine, to sorrel wine and passion fruit wine.

Posing with Melisa Kerr’s art Downtown

Well, there you have it, a brief synopsis of what I did in all 14 parishes this year. I didn’t spend much out of pocket which was primarily because of the nature of my job. There are ways to cheaply tour Jamaica, the places I did go for fun didn’t break the bank either. I find that carrying food cuts down on the cost. You just have to do some planning. You can check out: How to Travel in Jamaica on a Budget

How I Toured the Island in 2019 Without Breaking the Bank Hey guys, So I went at all 14 parishes, for the first time in 2019. Most of my touring was for work, I worked with a research lab for a while.

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Love, France - Part 9

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The first thing Harry did when he woke up the next morning was check Draco’s profile. When no new pictures or messages showed up, Harry flopped back down onto his bed and groaned. His eyes were heavy from lack of sleep after staying up all night messaging back and forth with Draco. Most of which was just friendly banter and the occasional smart remark from the blond.

The more they messaged each other, the more giddy Harry became. He couldn’t remember a time where he had smiled so much, and didn’t think he had ever felt his cheeks hurt that badly in his entire life.

Right as Harry began to fall back asleep his phone rang. He jolted back awake and grabbed his phone off the table, wincing at the light and feeling his stomach churn when he saw the ID. He sighed and answered it.

“Captain Robards.”

“Good morning, Harry. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“No, no,” Harry said, trying to sound convincing. “I just woke up, actually.”

“I’m glad I caught you then,” Robards said through the phone. “I was just wondering if you had thought on the offer I gave you last week.”

Harry stilled for a moment. He actually hadn’t, and had even avoided thinking about it on purpose. Work was the last thing he wanted to be reminded of.

“Oh, well, yes,” Harry lied. “I’ve been thinking about it. It’s a good offer. I just don’t want to rush into things, though. You know?”

“I understand,” Robards said. “But Harry, you should know that you are one of the best officers in the country. I’m sure you would take over my position with ease once I retire. Captain Potter has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“I, yes, it does,” Harry answered and suddenly felt very sour.

“Well take your time thinking about it and enjoy your holiday. Hell, take a few extra weeks off if you need to. I’m sure once you come back you won’t have much time for traveling and such.”

“Thank you, Captain. I’ll let you know.”

“Have a nice day, Harry.”

“To you as well.”

Harry hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, rolling over and shoving his face into the pillow. He had almost completely forgotten about his job offer for the past few days after being so preoccupied with Draco. Perhaps that was a mistake, he thought. After all, he couldn’t stay in France forever. Eventually he would have to go back home and face the music.

He heard his phone buzz and immediately grabbed it again, sitting up before opening his Instagram notification. He smiled when he read the message.

iceprince: Good morning, mophead.

goldenboy: good morning, smart arse

iceprince: Am I finally beginning to rub off on you? 😉

goldenboy: maybe

goldenboy: just a little

iceprince: Good

iceprince: Are you ready for your next task?

goldenboy: didn’t you mention something about desert?

iceprince: dessert**

iceprince: And yes, I did.

goldenboy: jokes on you because I really like sweets

iceprince: Then you should enjoy today’s mission 🍰

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Harry stood in front of a fancy pink-themed bakery with a white and pink polka dotted bag in his hand. After being instructed to go all the way across town and order a small strawberry cake, he found himself unsure of what to do.

He looked down at his phone and typed with one hand to Draco. A strong breeze blew past him and he shivered a bit into his coat, but he paid no mind to the cold weather, too focused on his messages.

goldenboy: ok, I got the cake. what now?

iceprince: Eat it.

iceprince: Duh 🙄

goldenboy: wait. that’s it?

iceprince: What else are you going to do with cake?

goldenboy: so I just went all the way across town for some bloody expensive cake?

iceprince: Yep

Harry huffed, unsure of whether he should be cross or amused.

goldenboy: your a git, you know

iceprince: you’re**

goldenboy: this cake better be good

iceprince: 😋

Harry smiled to himself and tucked his phone into his coat pocket. Right as he began to walk in the direction of the nearest tube station, he felt a funny feeling and stopped. Something made the back of his neck prickle, and an odd sense of paranoia washed over him. He looked around, but shook it off when he noticed nobody around was even sparing him a second glance.

"Weird,” he muttered to himself and continued on his way.

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Harry took a bite of his cake, half of it already gone after sharing it with Ron and Hermione. Despite having to travel to the other side of town and spending a small fortune on the cake, Harry thought it was actually worth it. Of course Draco liked it- it was delicious and fancy-looking and terribly expensive.

He was slouched down in a desk chair, browsing through the internet while eating his cake. He had settled for watching some Netflix right as his phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up, noticing it was an Instagram notification, and he instantly grinned.

The grin faded when he saw it.

It was a picture of him in front of the bakery, standing in his brown coat and holding his cake bag in hand as he looked down at his phone. The picture had been taken from somewhere to his left from a second or third story floor.

When he scrolled down his eyes widened, and he could feel his heart thudding in his chest. His cheeks burned and he tried his best not to smile.

iceprince @goldenboy A snack shopping for snacks 😉

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I’m so sorry for the wait! Thank you everyone for all of your sweet comments! Y’all are so amazing <333

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(R)e:volution

Summary: The RX300, arguably the most elusive design of Elijah Kamski's creation. An undisclosed prototype tasked with human-android relations espionage, equipped with a real-time observational UI, social protocol, combat tactics and looks to kill. How does a painted genius so easily lose track of his own spy? (Android OC/Connor)

Additional Tags: Pre-Deviant Connor, Pre-Android Revolution, OC backstory, Mostly Canon Compliant, Elijah Kamski has ulterior motives, OC is Kamski’s surveillance android, sort of like when people say Google is listening to your conversations, she’s kind of like that, OC observes Connor at work, for “observational research purposes”, this totally isn’t one of those types of romances, except it totally is, probably, Drama & Romance, Fluff and Angst, Deviant Love, Connor Deserves Happiness, Big Brother is Watching

Link to Chapter 1

2 || At Any Cost

Chapter Summary: "What makes me what I am?”

RX300 #151 073 925 - 21

Awaken, fair Eve, skin as alabaster in the light of an artificial moon. The Garden has unfinished business with you.

                                                                                                    AUGUST 15TH 2038

P a r a d i s e

As dusk fell, Kamski's simulated arboretum[1] had taken on an ethereal light, jarring in Eve's vision as she stepped forward into inverted god-rays on the rocky path. One foot in front of the other, she pushed past glowing plants with fronds brushing synthetic skin, tickling her cheek had she been capable of the sensation. Her LED spun blue in the simulated darkness, displaying her calm distance from that which was subjectively beautiful. The pathway before her formed itself slowly but steadily, illuminated by her steps as she went with her main directive in mind.

He stood on a pedestal in this dreamscape, arm extended as he stroked a large paintbrush across a previously-incorporeal canvas, hues of blue forming on the pillar before him, contrasting the inverse nature of the world around them.

"Elijah," Eve addressed him, simulated breaths expressed in glittering plumes. He paused, a smile passing over his features as he set his idle painting aside. Stepping from his pedestal and down to her level, he regarded her with the kind of consideration that could only be expected of a man in constant search of answers.

"Eve." He hummed as he approached, eyes glimmering curiously, "I've been closely watching your work. As you're already aware, you are equipped with the latest observational technology--in particular, an interface that I as your sole director may obtain oversight of at any time." She stood still as he circled her contemplatively, her face fixed forward, expression unchanged. "You are my eyes. Anywhere that you can go, I can go. It is a great gift, but one we must hide."

She blinked like a child with tired eyes to his lecturing. He placed his hands upon her shoulders, reaching just a bit taller than his own, his eyebrows rising and falling as he processed her rigid response to his grasp. "Your task is of great importance to me," He gently chided, "to my company. To the world, inevitably. The information we need is imperative to the advancement of human history."

"I understand," she spoke deliberately, "it is my purpose to uphold the expectations you have for me. I am designed to impress, not disappoint." Words fit for the ears of her creator. He'd programmed her well enough to give him adequate lip service, even in the event of a miscalculation or subsequent error.

"Good," He grinned, heaving a sigh that seemed to betray his outright confidence in her abilities. "At the moment, I believe I have an urgent case worth looking into." He stepped backward, finding his place among the luminescence of simulated flowers, turning on his heel and spreading his arms wide. His hands closed, fingers splaying to conjure a transparent monitor in the space before him. Pictures and videos flooded the screen, as well as various taglines heading the articles that surfaced on its intangible display.

Eve surveyed the images, poised to take in only the details that would be deemed necessary. A prominent variable caught her attention and easily debunked this mentality, however; an android detective, purportedly on active duty in the same location, its[2] conventionally approachable appearance wavering in the ether.

"I've arranged transportation, your alibi has been forwarded to you. The authorization you'll need has just been cleared by the DPD. Survey the crime scene, and keep an eye--" Elijah gestured vaguely to the enlarged image of the android in question, "--on that one. Take note of its actions. Don't let anyone onto your motive. This is strictly confidential observational research."

New Objective Received.

A wave of sensory overload flooded Eve, causing her eyes to harshly blink open. Blueish, bruised moonlight caressed her arm where she stood at a large, arched window looking out over broken waves. CyberLife Tower. The room that greeted her was more or less a glorified walk-in closet, complete with an array of outfits fit to dress both androids and humans--or, in the case of Eve on covert occasions, androids posing as humans. This mission required as such, seeing as the DPD wouldn't take kindly to any android apart from the obvious showing up to observe an active deviant threat.

Tensions had risen so quickly, with curious attachment to the Detroit area. It made sense that Kamski would be so adamant about attempting to frame deviancy from every angle, as had been Eve's clear goal since her inception. Being unable to show up to a crime scene himself without flags being raised by reporters and by the American public as a whole--this was why he'd been so determined on sending her instead. On the outside, he'd declared his apparent resignment long ago, secluded himself away from the public eye for sake of personal privacy.

On the inside, he still headed the operation, pulling strings where needed and providing his legacy with the occasional adjustment; new amendments to his original formula where necessary. If he couldn't be where the action was to see for himself, at least he could have someone to act in his stead. In this case, something with the power to act as his inside source, his live feed.

                                                                                                    AUGUST 15TH 2038

T h e  P h i l l i p s '  R e s i d e n c e

Exiting the taxi had proven a hassle in itself. Eve moved through the throng of people who had gathered at the perimeter, buzzing with curious minds and excitable conversation over the active threat that was taking place high above them. The entrance of the apartment building burst open to reveal a disgruntled police officer holding a woman securely by the arm, escorting her through the flickering line of holographic police tape. She struggled frantically, and Eve saw her chance to move past personnel as the woman began to wail, much to the morbid curiosity of the gathered crowd.

"It has my child!" She bawled, "If you aren't going to save her, let me do it myself!"

Slipping into the complex and onto the elevator with ease, Eve ascended to the 70th floor. She prepared herself, armed only with words (to angle herself away from suspicion), a convincing ID (to provide evidence of the truth to her lies), a pen and notebook (to act as decoys; she had no real use for them aside from aiding her disguise), and an olivine polyester jacket (an aesthetic touch tailored to enhance her visual impression.) With some luck, the attention would be on the event at hand and not on her sudden, mysterious appearance.

She entered the luxury suite's foyer, casting her gaze around in silent surveillance. A framed photograph of the once-happy family to her right, a partly-drained aquarium to her left, shot-up yet still intact. On closer inspection, a single dwarf gourami swam within, unfazed by the circumstances that had befallen the household. The water that clung to her heels indicated the fish had recently been lying on the floor, leading to the conclusion that someone had carefully put it back in its rightful place. No human fingerprints... an android had saved it. Strange.

"Excuse me, miss, may I see your ID?" A prompt, as expected. Given the importance of the current events taking place across the country, DPD was sure to have the place on lockdown. What had once been a family home had turned into a crucial, currently-escalating case of deviancy.

Eve regarded the officer that questioned her, the woman's face drawn into a deeper emotion beyond her recognition. Eve shuffled in her jacket pockets, preserving her disguise as she put on a ruse of human forgetfulness. She 'found' her fake license soon after and proffered it to the officer, "I'm a journalist with Detroit Today," she lied, smiling with about as much excitement as she could simulate. "this is my first big break!"

The policewoman breathed out a sardonic laugh, "This is my first big case, too." Eve's expression faltered as the officer reluctantly handed back her ID. "I wouldn't look so bright if I were you, it's a bloody hellhole in there. That machine made a right mess of the place." The policewoman seemed satisfied thereafter and returned to her work guarding the entranceway, a slight stutter to her steps. Eve nodded to herself in delayed acknowledgment, taking a moment to recalibrate.

Proceeding to the main room, she quickly observed the damage that had been done by the perpetrator in question. Two bodies to the left and right; fatally shot by near-perfect aim. The first bodies Eve had witnessed. Glass had scattered on the ground from the ricochet of bullets leading back to the foyer. That mother was lucky to be alive; why would she have wanted to risk her life? She was untrained and would easily have been apprehended. If anything, her interference would have worsened the situation at hand. Her daughter, taken hostage by their own domestic android.

Eve stopped dead in her tracks as her view was obscured, thought process unexpectedly derailed. A tall man brushed past her, heeding her no mind as he went to examine the body in the living room. A correction was quickly made as she noted a spinning LED--a tall android had made its way to examine the body, leaving her in the lurch for a moment as she took in this new information. Given context clues and the general information she had, the only androids that had been permitted access to the crime scene (aside from herself, secretly) were that of the deviant perpetrating the crime and the android negotiator itself. This one, the one Kamski had wanted her to watch, the prototype detective.

SWAT bickered in the other room, apparently unable to make positive contact with the hostage or the deviant that had taken her. A few stood at the doorway to the terrace, arguing amongst themselves as they repeatedly aimed and lowered their weapons through shattered glass. Eve was invisible to them, a quiet bystander in an unexplained moment of weakness. She caught herself gawking and immediately straightened her back, keeping to the shadows as she observed the detective at work.

The android kneeled by the body of a dead man, stopping still as its programming kicked into gear. It stepped over the body, turning, and for a moment its dark, piercing gaze seemed to look right through her. Was it equipped with a function unlike her own? At most, she was aware of her own ability to pre-construct scenarios, had she the need to defend herself. But, the ability to recreate events that had happened prior? Now that was an interesting function of which she was not capable.

The detective blinked, then stooped to interact with an object on the ground. An electronic tablet likely dropped by the victim in his last moments. A look of recognition seemed to pass over the android's features; it turned its head to the terrace entrance, occupied by armored officers, then stood up to stalk over to the other body. A blue-blooded bloodhound, as was the comparable analogy that came to mind. It was strangely incredible, watching another android acting solely upon its programmed instincts.

In turn, Eve paused, blinking her eyes closed as she sent out a cursory report on her findings. Come to find, when she opened her eyes again, the bloodhound was standing before her, watching intently. "Hello," it smiled as it politely introduced itself to what it had apparently assumed was human, "my name is Connor--I'm the android sent by CyberLife. I couldn't help but notice that you seem a bit... preoccupied with my actions." Bouncing gently on its heels, it seemed curiously eager to interact with her, even despite its current, rather pressing objective. "You said that you were a journalist, correct? Is there anything you would like to inquire about my functions?"

Her chest expanded as she inhaled, pupils widening like camera lenses to little effect. It couldn't scan her... but oddly enough she couldn't scan it either. "Eve." She reciprocated the smile, settling back into a more casual, 'human' stance. "What can you tell me about the bodies, Connor? I noticed you had little trouble looking them over." She chose her words carefully, lips falling open as she processed each phrase. "Is that part of your programming?" She readied her decoy notebook and pen.

"Yes," It gave a small nod, LED spinning yellow as it seemed to take in every detail of Eve's face. It blinked excessively, struggling in its repeated attempts at an assessment of her identity. No doubt, had Kamski enabled it to detect anything past her inherent cloaking technology, it would have been able to uncover her true nature off the bat. It was dangerous to be this close to something that could so easily dismantle you, had it reason to, though evidently this thought was lost on her. After all, she wasn't a deviant; she wasn't prey, and even in the crosshairs of the hunter she felt no fear. She felt nothing, frankly.

"I am an RK800 prototype model, capable of high-grade military combat and investigative tactics." Eve noticed it fall into humanlike mannerisms as it explained, its head tilting slightly, a lock of synthetic hair falling over its forehead. It was undoubtedly designed to appear trustworthy to the human mind and had facial features that were overtly soft in nature, with brown eyes that were almost... gentle? Odd. "Per your inquiry, I am equipped with the ability to scan and reconstruct past events using the evidence that is available," Its voice piqued interest and carried a warm, unassuming tone. "and I even have a social protocol, which you've clearly noticed." A wink, followed by that rapid blinking again. Eve's eyebrows furrowed.

"Where the fuck is that negotiator?" The SWAT captain, on his last straw, broke the atmosphere between the two like an arm. The detective android, Connor, straightened itself at the first sign of urgency, wordlessly refocusing its energy on the task at hand. It didn't waste any goodbyes on the false-journalist, strict in its obedience, instead returning with long strides to examine the dead officer lying in the center of the room. Eve scurried back into the shadows and out of the captain's warpath, though he set his sights on her the moment she made any sudden movements.

"You're obviously not one of mine;" he sneered impatiently as he approached, "Are you authorized?"

"I am." Eve insisted, standing tall and nearly as forthright. "Eve Turing with Detroit Today. I've already been cleared." He looked her over, assessing a final judgement, though she attempted to null his suspicions with mirrored impatience. "Exactly how many more times do I have to answer?"

"None," The captain, 'Captain Allen,' she noted, puffed indignantly. "Your name's on the list." He crossed his arms over his chest and gestured with a nod towards Connor, his demeanor relaxing substantially. "Just, stay out of its way. This is a high-priority case, and things are about to get hairier." Technically, Connor had approached her, not the other way around. She didn't dare argue that fact, though, instead dismissing herself from the conversation with a submissive nod. Captain Allen promptly turned on his heel and returned to his team, likely deliberating over a backup plan in the master bedroom.

Across the room, Connor crouched low. Eve stepped forward despite the captain's warning, stooping to better capture the android's actions. The detective reached forward, retrieving the deceased officer's pistol. It was against the law for androids to possess any form of weaponry, as Eve had been programmed to acknowledge--watching Connor holster the gun in its back pocket caused a stir in her. Was it still a crime if used to further the mission? In Connor's mind, apparently not. It had said that it was trained with military combat tactics...

'Fascinating,' She shut her eyes tightly to the sensation that abruptly overcame her, standing upright as she felt as though someone were digging around in her head with a fork. Kamski's commentary moved through her mind as though they were her own thoughts, yet still clearly foreign to her processing. 'It didn't even hesitate.'

When she blinked her eyes open again Connor was poised to exit onto the terrace. The detective slid the door open and she scrambled to frame the oncoming scenario, ignorant to members of SWAT who voiced their concerns for her safety. She perched herself at the shattered window as the primary event commenced.

A fair-haired android stood at the opposite end of the terrace, a PL600 of domestic function with a small human girl in its grasp--the deviant and the daughter taken hostage. Somehow the previous descriptions hadn't done the actual visual much justice. Things became real as soon as the situation had presented itself before Eve's eyes. The girl squealed, deviant gruffly murmuring under its breath. A shot ripped through the atmosphere as Connor entered onto the scene, the bullet making impact with its clothed shoulder, spattering blue blood and rendering its wounded arm exposed and sparking.

"Hi, Daniel!" It shouted, much to the dismay of the offending android. "My name is Connor!" A SWAT helicopter flew to hover ominously over the scene, the wind from its blades tugging aggressively on Connor's suit jacket.

"How- how do you know my name?" Shock evident in its tone, the deviant's expression quickly twitched into unadulterated anger. It was hard for Eve to comprehend the emotion that struck its synthetic skin so easily, as though what it was feeling were more than simulation, bearing deeper roots than its superficial make.

Connor started forward, slow in its steps. Calculated, monitoring Daniel's rising ire. "I know a lot of things about you; I've come to get you out of this!" Pool furniture having been flung across the terrace in the all-encompassing gale, Connor reached to push a chair out of the way as it continued. "I'm an android, just like you." The detective-turned-negotiator pleaded despite steadily worsening conditions, "I know how you're feeling!"

"What difference does it make if you're an android?" Sneered the deviant with little regard to Connor's shallow empathy, "You're on their side! You can't understand how I'm feeling!" Daniel growled frustratedly and the hostage frantically screamed. "Are you armed?" The deviant spat, one arm clinging to the squirming child with a death-grip, the other pointing a pistol at Connor with potentially fatal aim.

"No!" Came the instant lie. "I don't have a gun!" Eve held onto the windowsill with bated breath, eyes wide. Connor was especially brazen, approaching a highly unlikely situation and directly working to increase its chance of success. It was particularly breathtaking and nonetheless unprecedented.

Daniel called Connor's bluff, though the detective's resolve remained unshaken. "You're lying! I know you have a gun!" A tango with ultraviolence; it was ironic that the one who'd committed the crime would appear more frightened than that of its foil.

"I'm telling you the truth, Daniel, I came here unarmed!" Another bold-faced lie in the face of clear opposition.

A wounded officer lay dying in a red pool of his own blood, barely conscious. Connor set its sights on the man, multitasking. "They were going to replace you and you became upset. That's what happened, right?"

Eve blinked as the deviant seemed to momentarily withdraw its guard, somehow affected by Connor's words. "I thought I was part of the family. I thought I mattered..." It snapped suddenly, firing up into chaos once more. It shook the gun in its hand exasperatedly, the child along with it. "But I was just their toy, something to throw away when you're done with it!"

Steps away from the dying man, Connor poked at Daniel's nerve with a fine tool. "I know you and Emma were very close. You think she betrayed you, but she's done nothing wrong!"

"SHE LIED TO ME!" Daniel roared, "I thought she loved me... But I was wrong. She's just like all the other humans!"

The young girl in its hold, 'Emma,' wept openly. "Daniel, no..."

Connor's attention drifted from the dying man to the erratic deviant. It kneeled to address the wound that Daniel had caused--a bullet through the arm, the injury oozing blood onto concrete at an alarming rate. It was a wonder the officer hadn't already fainted from the trauma or faded altogether. "He's losing blood," Connor stated, expression vague. "If we don't get him to a hospital, he's going to die."

"All humans die eventually!" Daniel exclaimed with disdain and utter lack of sympathy, "What does it matter if this one dies now?"

The detective's lip twitched as conflicting orders flitted across its vision. "I'm going to apply a tourniquet," It said finally, moving to assess the officer's punctured arm. Daniel fired a warning shot, the bullet shooting sparks from where it crashed into the ground near Connor's kneeled position.

"Don't touch him!" The deviant ordered, "Touch him and I kill you!"

The threat was palpable enough. The PL600 had already murdered three people; Emma's father, and two first responders: one lying cold in the dining room, the other afloat, facedown in the terrace pool. Had attempted to murder a fourth, the officer under Connor's attention, and a fifth, the small girl helpless in his arm. Connor, however, was not a 'person' in that regard; solely by the given definition of being an android had it forfeited any right to individual importance.

"You can't kill me," Connor barked, quickly untying its tie and wrapping the wound tight. "I'm not alive." Daniel expelled a breath of frustration as the detective stood to its feet and resumed its careful approach. "Listen," It started, "I know it's not your fault." A pause, followed by a further move for sympathy. "These emotions you're feeling are just errors in your software!"

"No, it's not my fault... I never wanted this... I loved them, you know?" Daniel was selfish, shaken again by Connor's prodding and eagerly responsive with a volatile demeanor. "--But I was nothing to them!" It argued, still pushing back. "Just a slave to be ordered around!"

'Loved' them... A 'slave'... Eve's lips puckered in silent contemplation.

"I can't stand that noise anymore!" The deviant suddenly yelled, "Tell that helicopter to get out of here!"

Connor moved to optimal distance then did as asked, waving the helicopter away from the scene. "There," The terrace calmed as the windstorm slowly died. "I did what you wanted." Even as the negotiator acted in favor of Daniel, the deviant proved unsatisfied. Connor had reached the threshold, and the night was on its last leg.

"You have to trust me, Daniel!" It begged upon selective ears, "Let the hostage go and I promise you, everything will be fine!"

Daniel's pupils shook as retroactive weakness took hold. "I want everyone to leave... And I want a car! When I'm outside the city, I'll let her go!" With the gun to Emma's head, it switched objectives, attempting to bargain in the face of looming destruction. Striking a deal with the devil for the sake of self-preservation, a remarkably humanlike mistake.

With so many sins, what was there left to save? Connor's lips pursed into the fine line that kept the deviant away from its stained freedom. "That's impossible, Daniel." Justice to be served. It spoke logically, "Let the girl go and I promise, you won't be hurt."

"I don't want to die..."

"You're not going to die." It was almost laughable, the pile of lies that had built up to this point. "We're just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you. You have my word." The word of a being comprised of wires and synthetic skin, a mind made of mathematical equations and social protocol, of programming for the purpose of deviant suppression. The word of a deviant hunter. An untrustworthy, nonempathetic, inhuman being with no ounce of rank to live up to its own promise of credibility.

Hesitation. An atmosphere riddled with the pungent mixture of death, chlorine, and gunpowder. A final problem[3] waiting to be solved.

"I've spent my life taking orders..." Daniel lowered the gun, its free arm opening wide as it had inevitably surrendered to its fate, intending to take its hostage along with it as its shoes hit the edge. "...Now, it's my turn to decide."

Time slowed as the PL600 careened backward over the cityscape below. Emma's scream tore across the terrace, body struggling for purchase as gravity increased. Connor sprung into action, shedding its patience to meet Daniel's desperate act with its own. Eve gasped for air as the detective leapt for the girl[4], gliding forward to collide with the deviant and pulling Emma to safety in one fell swoop.

The two androids tumbled over the side and out of view as Eve left the scene with numbed haste.

                                                                                                    THE TRUTH IS INSIDE

1 Similar to Amanda's Zen Garden, but instead centered around Kamski, acting as a sister subspace to the prior. The two exist separately, with Amanda's Zen Garden existing for Connor and Kamski's Paradise simultaneously existing for Eve; two sides of the same coin ("nature versus nurture.") As opposed to Amanda's emphasis on both literal and metaphorical 'nature' in the environment around her, Kamski's is a combination of nature and technology, with an infusion of cosmic influence to represent knowledge and the 'nurture' side of the argument. The name "Paradise" refers to the Garden of Eden from the biblical tale of Adam and Eve... more or less showing Kamski to be a self-proclaimed 'God' figure.

2 This is written from the perspective of Eve, a nondeviant android. Although Eve perceives herself with female pronouns, she perceives the other androids around her to be "it"s, like nonsentient objects. It's a blind irony.

3 Referring to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's infamous Sherlock Holmes finale "The Final Problem," originally intended as the end to the beloved detective's stories as a whole. Holmes and his archnemesis Moriarty duke it out, inevitably perishing together by way of falling into the gorge of the Reichenbach Falls. This is mirrored by Connor's act of sacrifice, as both he and Daniel die by falling off of the apartment building.

4 Software Instability ^

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The Mystery of the ASOUE Film VFD Group Photos

With Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events finished, I figure I should talk about the movie. To be specific, the VFD photos.

Knowing the movie tried to bring in elements of the later books into the movie to connect any future sequels, fall flat. VFD isn’t explore at all and unnamed (unless you paused right at the part where Movie!Klaus finds the spyglass). While Movie!Klaus thinks it’s a club, knowing now that’s actually Netflix!VFD puts Movie!VFD as...well a mystery. Still, I spend much time trying to find a clearer version of the photos online but I keep on getting nothing or get the Netflix VFD photo (why). Also, I say group photos because Movie!Lemony’s photo is different, believe it or not.

I ended up watching the movie and managed to snatch a few photos that aren’t blurry. Now that I can see (almost) everyone faces, this is the movie version of VFD:

Top: Man in Jacket that looks like Jude Law but on second glance isn’t, and Blurred Face Man who may or may not fall

Middle: Between The Anwhistle and Beatrice and Bertrand (I say this because these two are focus in Movie!Lemony’s picture frame/case) is Hugging Couple. Woman in the Stripes Dress is between Bertrand and Blurred Face Man. In Lemony’s photo, the middle row has Blurred Face Man with a clearer face (still hard to make out the details), and he is directly right next to Bertrand (the background shows it).

Bottom: Monty and a Very Giddy Woman who is actually leaning on him but it got cut off during the process of taking the photo, Man with No Mustache, and Man with Mustache

I know the most likely answer is that everyone not Beatrice, Bertrand, Ike, Josephine, and Monty are bit characters for filler and I should move on and not think them over. The thing is, Netflix photo-shop/re-shot Bertrand (seriously I didn’t realize the old ‘Bertrand’ didn’t have glasses and less of a hairline until I was looking through the tags and a comparison was made), a thought struck me: Was the film going to something similar, replacing the old actors with new ones if it managed to get sequels, meaning these bit characters are ‘canon’ characters (in marks because we’ll never know for sure)? Is there a reasoning to why Movie!Lemony’s photo is so different that it serves a purpose? 

Well, first we got to consider what books were published at the time. The movie was filming during Fall of 2003- May 2004, getting release in December 2004. The book release of The Grim Grotto is September 2004. The Slippery Slope was published in September 2003 though, meaning the Grim Grotto was most likely being written during the time of the movie. It’s most likely the books used as reference is up to The Slippery Slope (Daniel Handler doesn’t strike me as the type who would have let details of a book not yet published into the film). The Unauthorized Autobiography will be included as it’s published in 2002.

Very Giddy Woman may be the easiest to ID. She is leaning onto Monty (with straighter hair than the Reptile Room section by the way), and they look like a couple. Since Beatrice is letting Bertrand hug her without any complaint and there is no (possibly*) Lemony in sight, those two were a couple when the photo is taken. As Movie!Monty stated he had a family and they’re dead, Very Giddy Woman is most likely Movie!Monty Late Wife ,who death happen after Beatrice and Bertrand got together (aka, this photo).

Hugging Couple is weird. Had The Grimm Grotto been published, I could say the couple could be Captain Widdershins and Fiona’s Mother, or Gregor Anwhistle getting a wife (with my money betting on this, especially as they’re directly between the two, and the man is closer to Ike and Josephine), like Movie!Monty. This one is 50/50 chance of them being bit characters or actually part of the canon. How they can be part canon? They can be ‘canon’ if they are in fact ‘Movie!’Cheese-making Couple at the Valorous Farms Dairy/Prospero Couple (I always thought they were one and the same). They’re the only related VFD couple, not to mention an old couple (page 155 in my paperback shows an old couple picture), and maybe the filmmakers went ‘we’ll give them a bigger role’.

Man with no Mustache and Man with Mustache are also weird. Their strange similar clothing scheme makes me think they’re brothers. We know in the Unauthorized Autobiography Gustav has sister (film could change sister to brother), but we already seen Movie!Gustav as the man tied up to a train. I did play with the possibility one of them is Hector (since he is implied to be a VFD member in the UA) getting a sibling exclusively made for the movie, but I honestly think these two are bit characters that are unimportant.

Now we get to the root of problems. In regards to Man in Jacket that looks like Jude Law but on second glance isn’t, I thought he may be ‘Movie!’Jacques Snicket. However, Lemony’s photo of the middle row is different. It could be a mistake on the film makers part. Or, it’s possible there’s two versions of the group photo, and the movie deliberately has Lemony with the reject/discard version. And at this point, Beatrice isn’t confirm to be the Baudelaire Mother yet. Yet here she is, focus alongside Bertrand and Blurred Man face. I assume Movie!Lemony has them both as a reminder of his tale of the Baudelaires (or assume the filmmakers took a shot in the dark). But why is included Blurred Man Face? Couldn’t Movie!Lemony fold the photo in a way to exclude him if he just wanted to look at the parents?

In fact, had the photo been like Josephine (meaning we should see the happy couple and surrounding arms), this problem could be avoided. This is where everything is a stretch, but I think Blurred Face Man may be ‘Movie!’Jacques Snicket. Movie!Lemony happen to have a discarded version of the photo because Jacques is either dead at this point or MIA, and he wants to see them all again. Therefore, if I push this logic further, the Woman with the Stripes Dress is ‘Movie!’Kit Snicket. While Kit’s name isn’t mention until later on, the fact she does exist at this point means this could the have been the filmmaker’s way of getting all the siblings in. Also, note she’s closer to Blurred Face Man than to Bertrand (assuming characters at bottom row are brothers, siblings have be to in close proximity in photos). Due to her position, Lemony can’t see her and to his knowledge, she’s still alive.

That means the Man in Jacket that looks like Jude Law but on second glance is just another bit character. I admit in his position, he’s towering over everyone else. While Josephine’s states in the movie Monty, Ike, and Beatrice and Bertrand were the ‘leaders’ (wtf does that mean?), I get the impression this guy was the original ‘leader’ until he died, forcing others to pick up the slack.

While I know realistically what I wrote is just me pulling stuff out of a tinfoil hat as the obvious choice is everyone sans the known canon characters are bit character made for filler (well, I think my assumption of Very Giddy Woman could be right since why else Movie!Monty bring her up), it’s still fun to see how this photo could have potentially tried to put seeds of the later books characters. 

 *I actually had two theories thinking Lemony is in the photos, but in the process of making this post I debunked them. Theory One was that Man in Jacket is Lemony, Blurred Face is ‘Jacques’ and Woman with the Stripes Dress is ‘Kit’. However, looking at Movie!Lemony with the screen brightness up enough to see his face and searching photos of Jude Law between 2003-2004 shows it’s not him. Theory Two was that Blurred Face Man is Lemony, Man in Jacket is ‘Jacques’, and Woman with the Stripes Dress is ‘Kit’, and his photo is a reject photo, and he has it as a reminder (and assuming the movie guess right, of his beloved Beatrice). Of course, the issues here is Blurred Face Man’s face himself: What we got of him also doesn’t look like Jude Law. The biggest issue is that the photo makes Beatrice and Bertrand a clear couple at this point. I know the Hostile Hospital has a similar thing with Jacques, Lemony, Beatrice, and Bertrand, but since that’s the order of them in photo, Lemony and Beatrice were the couple at the time. Wouldn’t it make more sense if Lemony was on the other side of Beatrice at least? This last point debunks both theories at the same time. 

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CSC id online Registration 2022 – what’s CSC

CSCs are front-end service delivery points enabled with information and communication technology (ICT) set up to supply important public utilities and non-government services to the end client (which is largely rural population). CSC is a PAN India network that is operating to make India a digital nation. common service Centre scheme is a scheme under the digital India program. it is a significant part of the country wide e-Governance Plan (NeGP) which was formulated by the department of Electronics and information technology (DEITY), Ministry of communication and information technology, govt. of India. CSC online is one of the biggest government accredited online service delivery channels within the world.

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CSC is an e-Governance service India limited it is a special purpose vehicle (SPV) that connects the local populace with the government department, private and government banks, insurance companies, and some service providers in the private zone using IT-enabled network of citizen service points. basically, CSC is a place from wherein the VLE (Village level Entrepreneur) operates his activities and serve the users.

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How to start A common service center (CSC)

process to register for a CSC id, common service center (CSC) and starting a brand new CSC in their own location – Any individual who desires to open the common service center and fulfils the eligibility can apply online. application process for obtaining a CSC id and setting up of CSC is as follows:-

* Open the CSC Portal i.e. http://www.csc.gov.in * click on “interested to become a CSC” on the left side of the web page. * click on link given ” For CSC Registration, click here” * input the Aadhar number in required box. * After that choose the authentication option from IRIS/ Finger Print/ One Time Password. click on “proceed”. * Applicant ought to pass through OTP procedure. * click on Generate OTP. * (personal information of the applicant will automatically get filled from Aadhaar information base. Applicant need to fill other information. mobile data and email id will be taken from Aadhaar Card, same can’t be modified until change is not made in Aadhaar.) * upload the Geo-tagged picture of centers. * click on submit option. * On submission of application, acknowledgement number may be sent to applicant.

How many days it’ll take for CSC registration?

The CSC id and password might be available thru TEC certificates number. After taking the online exam you have to wait for 3 to 4 days in order to get a TEC certificates.

What is TEC certificate for CSC online registration?

The Tele Entrepreneur course (TEC) is a certification course that is brought with the aid of the CSC academy. This program is obligatory for all VLE and people who desired to be a VLE (Village level Entrepreneur).

How to download Tele Entrepreneur course (TEC) certificates

* First, visit the CSC official portal. * The homepage will appear. * click on the TEC certificate tab under the apply tab. * a brand new window will open. * Login with the information at the digital connect.

Is it mandatory to acquire TEC for on line CSC registration?

yes! it is mandatory for the user to have a TEC CSC certificate. Failing to have a legitimate TEC registration under digital Seva, registration will automatically deny the online csc registration in the absence of TEC CSC certificates.

Is CSC registration free?

it is a simple and easy process to sign in as a VLE within the CSC ecosystem. Registration is freed from fee. simply fill your info and be a part of the CSC community.

Eligibility criteria For VLEs

in order to become eligible for opting VLE, the applicants should stand well on the following points:-

* The minimum age of candidates is 18 years. * Applicant must have a senior secondary certificate from a recognized board. * The candidates should have fundamental computer knowledge. * applicants need to know how to write and read in primary languages including English and Hindi. * The applicants should be sincere thru their work and the procedure of their work must have a type of transparency in it.

Document Required for CSC online Registration 2022

* Pan Card * Aadhaar Card * bank Account information * Infrastructure info * photograph * electronic mail id * mobile number * educational Qualification document * minimal Qualification is 10th class * Passport size photograph * proof of address Cancelled * copy of cancelled cheque * Pan Card copy * CSC Centre photographs (inside and outside) * How do i get my CSC VLE certificates? * How can i download CSC certificates ? * click at the website link. * click On MY Account. * enter Your CSC id & Fill Captcha and submit. * you may get an OTP to your registered Gmail address. * enter OTP & click on on Validate button. * you may be redirected on Fingerprint Authentication Portal.

What’s CSC in Digital Seva?

common services Centre (CSC) program is an initiative of the Ministry of Electronics & IT (MeitY), authorities of India. CSCs are the access points for delivery of various electronic services to villages in India, thereby contributing to a digitally and financially inclusive society. CSCs provide digital seva through its portal.

What is VLE in CSC?

the key stakeholder of the CSC scheme is the Village level Entrepreneur (VLE), as the CSC operators are known.

Is CSC a government job?

there’s at present an entire ministry (MeitY) within the Indian government that is devoted to information technology. apparently, notwithstanding the claims made in the RTI reaction, the MCA website suggests CSC-SPV as a “non-government company”

What are the advantages of CSC center and goal of CSC online Registration 2022?

* access to information : all far flung/ rural citizens. * delivery of public services – G2C & B2C. * ICT for rural Empowerment of socially disadvantaged people for inclusive growth. * get entry to to excellent schooling / ability upgradation. * access to value efficient & quality health services.

Main Objectives of the CSC?

the main objective of the CSC online Registration 2022 is to offer scope for the rural areas. The scope is elevated for rural regions by way of offering them access to a large business market. certain services provided by CSC are given under:-

* Digi Pay – Aadhaar enable payment system (AePS) * insurance – health, life, car, livestock, property, Agriculture * Banking – bank BC, financial institution BF, bank BCA, bank Mitra * Pension – NPS, PM SYM, PM Svanidhi, PM KMY * Aadhaar services – update client Lite (UCL), AADHAAR Print service * Railway Ticketing (IRCTC) – train, Air and Bus ticket along with hotel booking * Passport applications services * training – CSC Academy, NIELIT, basic computer course (BCC) * health Care services – Tele medicine * legal service – Tele law * talent development – PM KVY * CSC VLE Bazaar – CSC Grameen e-store * GST – GST, ITR filing * bill payment – electricity, mobile Recharge, D2H Recharge * Election – Voter Card application, Voter Card Print * WiFi Choupal – internet Connection * E-Shram Card Registration * Village Cultrural Survey – Village Cultural Map * digital life certificates – Jeevan Praman * EPFO – e-KYC, Aadhaar Seeding * government Schemes – central and state government Schemes

Is CSC center profitable?

The earning totally relies upon up to you that how you utilize your CSC center. however, I think 20000-25000 INR is the minimal expected earning is viable in a month from one service center. visit other CSC centers discover what are they trying to earn extra.

Is CSC good for future?

common carrier Centers (CSC) scheme is one of the venture mode projects under the digital India Program. CSCs are the access points for delivery of vital public utility services, social welfare schemes, healthcare, financial, schooling and agriculture services, aside from host of B2C services to citizens in rural and remote areas of the country. it is a pan-India network catering to regional, geographic, linguistic and cultural diversity of the country, thus permitting the government’s mandate of a socially, financially and digitally inclusive society. The CSC SPV has signed MoUs with 26 banks for this purpose. “In future, you will have all 1 lakh CSCs (operating) as business correspondents due to the fact banks are realizing that a CSC is a more solid and reliable agent,” says Dr Dinesh Tyagi, CEO, CSC SPV.

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[mirrorballparkers]

picture day — peter parker

requested: anon

tagged: @ttholland>@clubparker@spideysensesparker @spideysensesparker

summary: you decide to wear one of peter’s shirts for picture day, causing nothing but cute fluff between you and you’re beautiful boyfriend.

warnings: LOTS of fluff, you know what it isssss :’)

“Why don’t I have at least one cute thing in my closet?” you whined in annoyance after throwing another piece of clothing on the ground. Picture day was by far your least favorite day of the year, and that’s exactly what today was. The struggle of your hair not being frizzy, to finding the perfect outfit - it was the worst day, a day that should not exist. Every year you had a horrible picture that was plastered in the yearbook forever, making you a lot more insecure about your appearance than you were before. You were far from photogenic. It didn’t help that your mom felt obligated to buy the picture every single year and framing them in the living room as if it were some masterpiece.

Eyes scanning your closet, nearly losing all hope and thinking why don’t i just say i’m sick and skip school, you land on the perfect shirt. You borrowed your boyfriend Peter’s clothes often, loving the sweet scent they had, hardly ever feeling lonely when wearing them. You had at least 4 of his sweatshirts and t-shirts, all of them stolen which led to you getting texts saying: ‘babe did u take my red hoodie????? I can’t find it.’

His red flannel was by far your favorite. It was the first article of clothing that you ever borrowed of his, being very special to you - you stole it. He literally doesn’t know why half his damn wardrobe is missing. Such a clueless, sweet boy.

“Perfect.” You smiled, holding the article of clothing to your chest, taking in the scent of your boyfriend, and put on the flannel, not even thinking that Peter would notice. It won’t make a difference, you thought.

**

“Oh, my god, i look horrible.” you exclaim, holding your new ID card that had your picture displayed on it, walking out of the cafeteria where picture day took place. It was by far the worst picture you have ever taken. Your hair gotten frizzy due to the gloomy weather, eyebrows looked wonky, and you absolutely hated the way your smile looked.  I swear the flannel was going to help. It definitely did not help.  Why is my life so messy, like my hair.

“You look fine, dude. Don’t worry.” Your friend assures you. The only thing you were worried about was Peter seeing how awful you looked. Not that he’d break up with you or anything, because homeboy was way too in love with you, but it was embarrassing and you just wanted to delete the photo from your memories and the world.  “I can’t let Peter see this. Never. I look so gross.” You say running your hand through your hair, wishing the photo would burn into a million pieces as you and your friend walk the nearly empty halls.

“Have fun stopping him from doing so,” you turned around to see Peter walking towards you with a sweet smile on his face. It was mid afternoon, and the poor boy hadn’t seen his favorite person all morning. He was especially excited to see your new ID photo. Your friend slowly and awkwardly walks away, muttering something about having to go wash their cat. Bitch, you’re allergic to cats. 

You mentally throw your shoe at her before walking closer to your boyfriend, very nervous.

“Hi,” You greeted him timidly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Hey, you. Where have you been all day?” Peter said pulling you into a soft hug. You couldn’t help but smile in the hug, immediately feeling secure and safe in his strong arms.“Sorry, I wasn’t avoiding you on purpose, just was caught up in the whole picture day thing.” You wish you didn’t even mention that, because you knew that this boy would now bug you until you let him see your ID picture. Why can’t you shut your fucking mouth for once, dude.

“Aw, wait speaking of, I wanna see!” Peter pleads after pulling away from the embrace.

“Um, see..what now?” You questioned dumbstruck Maybe he would forget it was picture day?? Peter laughed lightly and raised an eyebrow, “Your ID card, dork. I wanna see how cute you look!”

 You simply shake your head, still trying to showcase the what are you talking about thing. Wasn’t working, your boyfriend wasn’t an idiot.

“What ID card…?” You asked slowly, earning a playful eye roll from the boy in front of you. This isn’t going well, fuck.

“The one in your hand. Again, you’re a dork. “ He pointed down at your left hand that clutched your ID card. 

You cheeks went a soft rose color, now holding it to your chest while softly shaking your head. “No, no,” you spoke softly, “I, um, don’t want you to see it…” you muttered, embarrassed.

“Wait, why?” Peter asked, frowning. You shrug, not looking him in the eyes. 

“Here,” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his new ID. “Look at mine then.” He handed it to you, allowing you to take a look at it. He looked absolutely adorable, as always. He was so photogenic, it was like he could never look bad in person or in a picture. You, on the other hand, looked like a burnt piece of toast that has been stepped on multiple times.

“You look so cute, Peter. I love it.” You spoke, making the brown eyed boy in front of you smile as bright as the sun.“Thanks, but I’m sure it has nothing on yours.” Peter smiled as you handed it back to him.

“Guess we’ll never know.” You say, making Peter more and more impatient, which you had to admit was adorable.

“Awww, come on pretty girl, stop being all shy and lemme see it!” he whined, “I just wanna see my love!” As much as your heart melted at that entire sentence, you still were the stubborn girl Peter knew very well, and you shook your head yet again.

“You’re looking at my right now, isn’t that enough?” You responded in a teasing tone. Peter just rolled his eyes, and brought his hands to your sides causing you to get very giggly and very ticklish. It was one of your biggest weaknesses, and one of Peter’s favorite things. He loved your laugh so much. It was so bright and cute that it usually made him giggle himself

.“Peter- oh my god, no babe pl- stop” you pleaded in between breathes, your entire face red. Peter quickly stops, still slightly giggling, seeing that you’re still laughing your ass off, and saw it as the perfect opportunity to snatch your ID from your hands. You gasp, giving up completely, dropping your face into your hands. Great, I’m dead now.

“Don’t look at it,babe!” It was already in his hands, like that was helpful. Peter didn’t answer, his eyes fixated on what he considered actual art. He was so mesmerized by your natural beauty. You look down, fiddling your hands and feeling slightly insecure. Is he about to break up with me due to my ugliness? Why is this cutie taking so long, what the fuck?

“I told you i look ugly..” You said quietly. Peter looked up, “What? No, you don’t - you look so cute!” he assured you sweetly, looking down again and smiling even more, causing you to blush “Aw, i can’t get over how cute my girl is - wait a minute, i-  babe.. is that my shirt?,“ he questioned with an amused smile on his face. 

Your eyes slightly widen, okay why is he just now noticing that? “Um, yeah - i can give it back if you want i-i’m sorry.” You muttered, now very flustered and nearly ashamed, you cover your flushed face with your hands, completely forgetting that you wore one of his flannels. 

“What? No, no - oh my god, no. Please don’t apologize, you look so cute and beautiful.” Peter rambled, removing your hands from your face. You still avoided eye contact with him, and he just thought you were the sweetest, most adorable little sunshine. “Hey, look at me,” He said, cupping your pink cheeks. “You’re beautiful.” You groan, still very flustered, and bury your face in his shoulder. 

Peter practically melted at this. He loved that he had this effect on you, it made him feel all giddy and mushy inside. “Holy crap, pretty girl - stop being so cute. It’s making me flustered.” He gushed, causing you to giggle slightly.

 “Glad I can make you all blushy, my love.” You giggled, booping his cute little nose, then reaching up to fluff his hair and messing it up, which always drove the poor thing crazy. 

Considering he did all this for you.Peter whined, “aww baby not the hair, please..!” he pouted making you laugh even more, which made him fall for you even fucking harder.

“But, real talk: keep the flannel. Looks a lot better on you than it does me.” Peter states before kissing the top of your head, making your heart explode.

“Don’t worry, spider boy, I’ll always keep your shirts warm.”

[hannahindie]

85 Statements!

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

I was tagged by the absolutely amazing @ultrafandomcat Thank you so much for tagging me love!

Last

1. Drink - Cherry Coke

2. Phone call - The dude from Ink in a Blink.

3. Text message - not a text technically, but @pinknerdpanda! <3

4. Song you listened to - As The Jurassic World Turns (Jurassic World Soundtrack)

5. Time you cried - Umm...sometime earlier this week. I found pictures my grandmother who just passed away took at my wedding last year.

Ever

6. Dated someone twice? - Not dated, but talked to. Dumb.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it - Oh, yes. Oh my, yes. And Facebook memories just keep popping up the fallout from it. -eye roll-

8. Been cheated on - ...This is weird to answer. No but yes? It’s a weird story. lol

9. Lost someone special - Yes.

10. Been depressed - Yeah

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - Yeeaaaaa. I used to be able to say no to this, and then I got old and my body decided to remind me.

Favourite colours

12. dark purple

13. bright blue

14. dark gray

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends - Yes.

16. Fallen out of love - Nope! Still very much head over heels, thank youuuuu.

17. Laughed until you cried - Yep

18. Found out someone was talking about you - I’m sure people talk about me at work a lot. -shrug- I guess that happens when you get shit done. -flex-

19. Met someone who changed you - Sure have

20. Found out who your friends are - Uhh...I don’t think so?

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list - Sure have! -whispers- My husband is my facebook friend.

General

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know irl - I’d like to say most of them, but I had a pretty significant time frame where I made alllllllllll the online friends.

23. Do you have any pets - My kitty!

24. Do you want to change your name - I changed my last name!

25. What did you do for your last birthday - I honestly can’t remember. I’m sure I went with my parents, we had a dinner with friends, I think my husband might have taken just the two of us out.

26. What time did you wake up today - 8 a.m.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night - Watching Grey’s Anatomy because I hate myself.

28. What is something you cant wait for - APRIL. I get to see my water bear and my twin and the boys and and and everyooooooooone!

30. What are you listening to right now - People talking about....something. I don’t know. Not paying much attention.

31. Have you ever talked to a person named tom - One of my first close college friends is named Tom.

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves - Wanting to go home and being trapped here. lol

33. Most visited website - Tumblr, Facebook, BeFunky.

34. Hair colour - dark strawberry blonde I guess. Someone said brown once, but I don’t think that’s accurate.

35. Long or short hair - I miss my long hair.

36. Do you have a crush on someone - Yes. -whispers- It’s my husband. Don’t tell him.

37. What do you like about yourself - I’m pretty hilarious.

38. Want any piercings? - I toyed with the idea of getting my nose pierced.

39. Blood type - I have no idea. I live life on the edge.

40. Nicknames - Han, Hanners

41. Relationship status - Marrrrrrriiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeed

42. Zodiac - Pisces

43. Pronouns - She/her.

44. Favourite TV shows - Supernatural, Walking Dead, Criminal Minds, Psych, The Office, Game of Thrones, Sherlock, Grey’s Anatomy (just recently. it’s my guilty pleasure)

45. Tattoos - One, on my foot. It says Amor motis est.

46. Right or left handed - Right.

47. Ever had surgery - Yup

48. Piercings - Yep: I had three on the bottom, but now I have two on the bottom, and the first hole is gauged, I have a regular cartilage piercing in one ear, and an industrial in the other.

49. Sports - I did roller derby for awhile. I am not an athletic person.

50. Vacation - New Zealand, Ireland, pretty much most places, okay, ,thanks.

51. Trainers - My favorite pair are black converse that are super glittery.

More general

52. Eating - I haven’t had lunch...but I had a McGriddle for breakfast.

53. Drinking - Still sipping on cherry coke.

54. I’m about to watch - Nothing. Because I’m trapped.

55. Waiting for - the contractors to be done with my house so I can move in!

56. Want - to go home, and see my parents, and also mooooooove.

57. Get married - I am! It’s pretty great. I thoroughly enjoy it.

58. Career - If I could make money from writing and cross stitching, and be able to survive...that. OR Moving into the ID department. Or an occupational therapist.

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses - I like both very much.

60. Lips or eyes - Eyes.

61. Shorter or taller - Taller, because I’m already pretty short.

62. Older or younger - Doesn’t really matter...my husband is only like a month older than me. lol

63. Nice arms or stomach - Mmm...arms.

64. Hookup or relationship - Relationship, yo.

65. Troublemaker or hesitant - I can be both.

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger - Uhhh...I don’t think so? hahah

67. Drank hard liquor - Oh, yes.

68. Lost glasses - Yes

69. Turned someone down - Yes

70. Sex on first date - Nope

71. Broken someones heart - Yeaaaa....but not on purpose.

72. Had your heart broken - Yep. Facebook thought it would be cool to remind me.

73. Been arrested - Nope

74. Cried when someone died - Yes.

75. Fallen for a friend - Yeaaaaaa.

Do you believe in

76. Yourself - Sometimes.

77. Miracles - Sure do.

78. Love at first sight - I knew when I saw my husband walk across the street to meet me for our first date. Hadn’t even spoken to him in person yet.

79. Santa clause - Why wouldn’t I?

80. Kiss on a first date - That depends.

81. Angels - Yup

Other

82. Best friend’s name - This makes me feel like I am going to make someone sad. They know. lol

83. Eye colour - Blue/Grey with a yellow ring around the pupil.

84. Favourite movie - Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz, alllll the Marvel Movies. There’s too many.

85. Favourite actor - Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Simon Pegg, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Chris Pratt, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Zac Efron, Matthew Gray Gubler...there’s so many.