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Too Far From Texas | Chapter Eighteen

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A cold front came through that night. Even with the fireplace blazing in our bedroom, I could tell the temperature had dropped outside when I awoke in the middle of the night. But I didn’t wake up because I was cold. I’d had another dream.

This one was mild, though. I hadn’t awoke sitting up in a pool of sweat, my heart racing. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the lingering loneliness I felt in the pit of my stomach, I wouldn’t have thought I’d had one at all.

But I could recall it quickly, the details conjuring up like they’d just happened. In my dream Harry had taken me to the airport where he kissed me at the gate like it was no big deal. I’d told him I loved him one last time as our joined hands stretched further and further apart until I could no longer see him. I’d cried on the plane, but only on the inside. And the last thing I remembered from the dream...he’d written me a note that I found in the pocket of my coat.

I love you... No buts

With a sigh, I rolled over to face Harry who laid on his back, his head facing the other direction. I snuggled up against him the best I could, wanting to feel his warmth, but also the comfort of his closeness. He stirred a bit when I laid my arm across his chest, then turned to me with a slight groan.

Neither of us said a word as he pulled me closer, his eyelids still shut closed. He hummed softly against my skin, his breath tickling my forehead until he kissed it. His hand traveled my back to my waist, his long fingers dancing in time with his breathing. I inhaled the scent of him as my lips met his neck, kissing him across his collarbone. His body stilled against mine, and for a moment I thought he’d drifted off to sleep. But then his hand continued caressing my back, moving down to my hip where his fingers ran cross the skin where my butt met my thigh. I sighed into him, wishing his touch would go where I wanted him most. When he cupped my butt cheek, I lifted my leg as my tongue traveled across his jaw to his ear.

Harry rolled me onto my back then, a deep growl rising from his throat. I didn’t want to pressure him into sex if he was too tired, but his audible breaths and the way he pressed his hips into mine told me his body ached as much as mine did. He licked his lips before swiping his tongue across my awaiting mouth. His other hand cradled my face, his thumb pressing gently against my throat. I let out a tiny breath-filled cry when I felt his firmness between us, needing him to fill me with it.

I caught sight of Harry’s hooded eyes as he separated our hungry kiss and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve protection. I watched him hastily roll the condom up his erection, then grab my thigh and give it a nudge upwards.

The sting of his entering me was probably something I’d never get used to, but also never tire of. He made love to me with eager animalism, hard but not rough. Like I was his first meal after not having eaten for days. I liked it, maybe a little too much. Part of me wanted to say something, or perhaps have him talk dirty to me, especially when I lifted my thighs further and he reacted by fucking me harder, his jaw slack as he looked into my eyes. But I actually liked the silence, the only sounds our bodies and breathing, accented with moans of passion.

I could tell Harry’s release was coming soon as his body quivered above mine. He kissed me hard and cried my name, causing my own undoing. I clawed his back and clung to him as we came together. A blissful sigh sounded from Harry when he collapsed, his mouth still lingering closely. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. My fingers tangled in his curls, damp with perspiration.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.

“I love you, too,” he declared with a heavy sigh. Then he kissed me deeply once more before rising for the bathroom.

I was asleep before he even returned.

The next couple days were more of the same. Harry cooked for me, even though I told him I was perfectly able and knew my way around a kitchen. He insisted he had it all planned out, so who was I to argue? I did help him though here and there, stirring a pot or slicing vegetables. Mostly I just wanted to be near him.

After dinner, we brought our wine glasses to the living room. We made love on the rug next to the fireplace, the Christmas tree lights glowing. I was glowing too. I never knew a man could make me light up so much from within. For the first time in my life, I felt what it meant to be truly desired and cherished.

“What are you thinking about?” murmured Harry as we laid on the rug. He ran his fingers through my hair as he propped himself up on his elbow.

I shifted my gaze from the Christmas tree to his face and smiled. “You.”

“Liar.”

I chuckled. “What makes you say that?”

“‘Cause you’ve been staring at that tree for at least five minutes. And I’ve noticed when you’re staring at something like that for a while, something’s on your mind.”

“So, I could still be thinking about you.”

Harry shook his head. “But you’re not. Spill.”

I sighed in defeat, blinking a few times. It was kind of scary how he knew me so well.

“I was just thinking about past Christmases,” I answered.

“When you were small or when you were married?”

Clearing my throat, I tore my eyes from his again. “Both.”

“Happy memories?” Harry asked softly and somewhat reluctantly.

Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “Not always.”

I heard Harry let out a breath as his fingers grazed my forehead and my temple. “You can tell me," he whispered.

Shaking my head again, I looked up at him. “I’d rather not.”

“Not even a good story?”

I considered his question for a moment before grinning with a nod. “Okay, I got one. Remember that Buckingham Nicks album?”

“Of course.”

“My brother gave me that for Christmas one year. I’d recently discovered Stevie and had bought all her albums and all the Fleetwood Mac ones. But that one was out of print, and he found it at a used record store and surprised me with it. Best present I’ve ever gotten.”

Harry beamed at me. “There’s that look.”

“What look?”

“The one you had on your face that night of our...first date.”

“You still remember that?”

“‘Course I do,” he smirked. “And I said you have that look when you talk about music and your kids.”

“And when I look at you,” I finished.

“Mmm.”

I slithered closer to him, touching his arm with my hand. “Are you saying I don’t look at you that way anymore?”

“No, you do,” Harry nodded, “it’s just...different.”

“Different how?”

His tongue poked out of the side of his mouth as he considered his reply. Then lowering his arm, he rolled over to lie above me. I furrowed my brows in question as he stared down at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Showing you.”

Before I could protest, he pressed his mouth to mine. My body instantly relaxed as our lips and tongues danced and he rested his chest against me, tangling his fingers in my hair. Then in one split second, Harry lifted his body and hovered over me, leaving my mouth open and wanting more.

“There it is,” he declared, though I was perplexed.

“What?”

“The look. It’s the same...but slightly different.”

“I don’t get it,” I said, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Don’t worry,” he grunted as he shifted back to his side. “I do.”

I glared at him for a few seconds until he giggled and kissed my forehead.

“So your brother…” he commented, changing the subject. “Don’t reckon you’ve mentioned him before. You’re close, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Well, we were. I don’t see him much. He lives in South Carolina now.”

“Older or younger?”

“Older. Four years. But yeah, we were very close growing up. I was introduced to music very young because of him. He discovered the Beatles, so I did too.”

Harry continued to caress my hair as he grinned at me. “I bet you were really cute as a kid.”

I poked him in the ribs. “Hush, you weren’t even born yet.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It just reminds me,” I remarked, narrowing my eyes. Harry rolled his with a groan as he laid on his back. This time, I turned on my side and looked down at him.

“Okay, we won’t talk about that. I bet you have some good childhood Christmas memories.”

“Loads.”

I smiled. “Share one.”

“Alright, but it probably happened after you were already having babies.”

“Harry.” I poked him again.

He side-eyed me with a smirk, then turned towards me.

“I was never good at keeping secrets,” he began. “Especially as a kid. This one year Gemma and I had gotten my mom a handbag for Christmas. I was so proud of myself for not letting the cat out of the bag. I’d made it to Christmas morning. But just as she was about to open it, I shouted ‘It’s a handbag!’.”

Cackling, I fell back on the rug. I could hear Harry laughing next to me, but I could barely see him for the tears of laughter streaming down my cheeks.

“Oh my God,” I giggled.

“I was a little shit,” declared Harry as I wiped my eyes.

“No,” I disagreed. I rolled over and took his face in my hands. “You’re so damn cute, Harry. Holy shit. I love you.”

I marked his face with kisses all over as he continued to chuckle.

“I love you, too, baby,” he said between kisses.

When I called Lorelei again, she informed me that Tod was coming to get the girls a couple hours earlier than he’d originally said, so they were already packing up their things.

“What should I tell him if he asks?” Lorelei inquired.

Upon my decision to come visit Harry, I’d told Tod that I would be “out of town” when he came to pick up the girls for his Christmas weekend with them, and that Lorelei would be at my place. I hadn’t gone into detail, and he didn’t ask, merely replying to my text that that was fine. And just to be on the safe side, I’d given him Lor’s cell number and told him if he couldn’t get her, to call my mother. So far, he hadn’t asked questions.

“He probably won’t,” I told her.

“But if he does?”

I sighed. “Honestly, Lor, I don’t care. Tell him the truth.”

“Really?”

“He got the hunch that I’m seeing someone when Harry sent me those flowers. I mean, you don’t have to tell him who, just that...you know.”

“Alright.”

“Seriously, though,” I pressed, “I doubt he’s gonna even ask.”

“Okay. Oh, I don’t wanna alarm you, but Jaz had a little episode last night.”

“Oh no.”

“She was okay. She didn’t have a seizure, she just woke up with some spasms. I calmed her down and she was fine. Went right back to sleep,” Lorelei explained.

“Poor thing,” I mumbled.

“She’s fine,” Lor repeated. “Really, Stace. I just figured you’d want to know.”

“Thanks. I’m really glad you’re there with her,” I said.

Lorelei handed the phone to Jasmine then and I had a short and sweet conversation with her, mostly to ease my mind. She sounded like the same ol’ Jaz, my sweet girl.

Emery got on the phone next and immediately demanded she talk to Harry. With a look, I handed him the phone.

“Your biggest fan,” I winked.

“Hello, Em!” greeted Harry.

“Hiiiii!” she sang so loudly I could hear her.

“How are you?”

I watched Harry smile, his beautiful dimples showing, and I took it as my cue.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” I mouthed and rose from the couch.

Any other mom might’ve stayed to listen to the conversation, but I knew my daughter. She liked her privacy, and she liked when I respected it. Sometimes I thought she was nine going on fifteen.

I stood in the kitchen, taking a look around as though there were something for me to do in there. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water and a couple of carrot sticks that Harry and I had sliced earlier for snacks. Leaning against the counter, I could hear Harry laughing, which filled my heart with joy.

But I also couldn’t deny the little feeling deep inside my gut that had been bothering and annoying me for the last couple days. It was that gnawing sensation deep down that seemed familiar, though I couldn’t pinpoint when I’d felt it before.

Uncertainty. That’s what it was. Fear of the unknown, the future, what was to come. I’d had the feeling last after my divorce. I’d been hollow, a shell of a woman, scared of taking a step for fear of falling deeper down the hole I’d already been trapped in. I’d been screaming to get out until Lorelei had helped me out of my depression by getting me to write again. Since then, I’d had a one-track mind, my compass leading me in the right direction. I’d come out the other side stronger. Then I’d met Harry.

Harry had said he wanted to be my future. But what did that mean, really? Sure, things were great while we were in our little hideaway fantasy. But reality was coming sooner than later. And I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face it.

I stared down at the counter, at my half-eaten carrot next to the longer, untouched one. I was the half-eaten carrot, I realized. Still good, yes. Still had some time left to be enjoyed. But already bruised and beaten, unable to return to the way it once was. Harry was the untouched carrot stick. Still young and full of life and promise. A beautiful soul unscathed by the trappings of mid-life and the road that had yet to take him there.

I cursed myself for being so negative. And for having the audacity for making such a hideous food analogy. I jumped when I heard his footsteps behind me. He set my phone on the counter, and I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

“What’re you doing?” Harry murmured against my neck.

“Nothing,” I leaned into him. “Just giving you some privacy.”

“She’s a chatter, that one.”

I grinned and turned around. “She can be if she has a good listener.”

Harry lifted his hand to brush a curl from my face. “She definitely loves her mum.”

“You were talking about me?”

“A little. She says she misses you and can’t wait to see you for Christmas. Are you gonna eat that?”

I blinked and shook my head as Harry reached for the uneaten carrot stick.

“What else did you talk about?” I inquired as he took a bite.

“Um...she wanted to know what I got you for Christmas, and since I’m your boyfriend it better be something good.”

“She did not!”

Harry laughed. “Okay not in those words. But she did ask what I got you, and she said she’s glad I’m your boyfriend.”

I covered my heart with my hand and sucked in my lips. “She did?”

“Mmhm,” he nodded and swallowed. Then with a grin, he slid his hand across my waist, pulling me to him. “And y’know what? ‘m kinda glad too.”

With a tilt of his head, Harry kissed me softly. And just like with every kiss, my tension and worries melted away, and I was weak in the knees.

“Hey,” I said suddenly. “Since when are you giving me a present? I thought Lorelei said you said no presents.”

Harry smirked as he rubbed his hands down my hips and back up. “I said that you didn’t have to give me anything. I didn’t say anything about me giving you something.”

I gave him a look. “But I thought this was my gift. This trip. This...place. With you.”

“Eh…” Harry hesitated, nodding his head from side to side. “It’s...part of it.”

“Harry Styles…”

“Wha?”

Pursing my lips, I lightly slapped his chest. “I got you something too.”

Harry chuckled, “You did?”

“It’s not much,” I looked down at my fingers against his white t-shirt. I could see the outline of his tattoos and I began to trace them. “But I wanted you to have something to unwrap before I leave.”

Quirking a brow, he slid his hands under the hem of my sweater.

“Not that,” I giggled. “A memento.”

“Trust me, I’ll remember,” Harry growled.

“God, you’re randy,” I quipped, pushing him away just far enough that his lips couldn’t reach me. He laughed harder.

“I’m just teasing you, baby,” he insisted, pulling me back and wrapping his arms around me. “I think it’s very sweet. Can’t wait to see it.”

Sliding my hands up his chest, I smiled at him. “So when are we doing this gift exchange?”

“I was thinking tomorrow night. Before you go home.”

“Ugh,” I scowled. “Don’t say those words.”

“What words?”

“Go home.” I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout and Harry copied it. Throwing my arms around his neck, I murmured, “I don’t wanna.”

“Jaz and Em would miss you,” said Harry as he rubbed my back.

“I know,” I sighed. “But I’ll miss you.”

Harry and I got up early the next morning. Though I’d enjoyed our time together inside immensely, I felt like I’d missed out a little bit on seeing the beauty outside. So, Harry agreed to take a stroll with me at sunrise, checking out the local environment.

Though the day was absolutely stunning, about ten minutes into our walk, I began to think I’d made a massively wrong decision. I was freezing and my fingers were already getting numb, even in the pockets of my wool coat. I could barely even look up at Harry for the cold wind blowing in my eyes, but I was grateful when he took my hand and rubbed it between his own.

We came across a little shop at the end of the road where Harry said we could stop for coffee, but mostly I think it was to get me out of the cold. I’d tried to pretend it wasn’t too bad, but frankly, as much as I hated to admit it, I was a Texan and not used to such frigid temperatures.

I took in a deep breath as soon as we walked in, and I heard the jingle of the bell on the door. The shop smelled amazing. It smelled...like Christmas. Harry and I both ordered coffee and muffins and sat at a small circular table.

I stared at the small decorated tree in the corner as the holiday music played softly. I looked up at the door when it jingled again and an older couple walked in. The man nodded in our direction before stepping up to the counter.

“Morning, Louise,” he told the cashier.

“Good morning, Harry, how’s the weather treatin’ ya?”

I giggled behind my mug and eyed my Harry who winked at me.

“Oh, I’ve certainly seen worse. Can’t right complain, really.”

“Harold, you silly prat! You were just saying how the crops could have frozen overnight,” said the old woman beside him.

“But they didn’t, Millicent, did they?” her husband argued.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Millicent turned around and took a seat at the table next to ours. Though the room was small, there were still several empty tables, and I wondered why she chose to sit beside us. Until she looked at us and smiled.

“Harold’s always been a glass is half full kind of fellow,” she remarked. “We have a farm and for years I’ve told him it’s not worth the winter freeze. But would he listen to me? No! ‘Just one more season, Millicent,’ he says. ‘You’ll see.’ Thirty seasons later, and we’re still here.”

I smiled back at Millicent as I felt Harry’s hand grab mine under the table. Harold joined his wife and set a mug in front of her. But she barely acknowledged it. Her gaze seemed to be fixated on me.

“They’re a lovely couple, aren’t they Harold?”

I raised my brows and looked at Harry who grinned at me.

“Yes,” Harold nodded, setting down his coffee. “I reckon you think they look like you and me when we were young.”

“Well, don’t they?” asked Millicent.

“Pardon my wife,” Harold addressed us. “She seems to go down memory lane every time she sees a young couple.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” said Harry.

Millicent beamed wider and sat back. “See?”

“Here you go Harry and Millie,” sang Louise as the rounded the counter with two plates. She set them in front of the older couple who thanked her. I wondered if they only called each other Harold and Millicent and everyone else knew them as Harry and Millie. I figured it was likely.

“I remember being that young,” Millie continued to muse. “Harold was tall and thin like you. Even had a green cap if memory serves.”

Harry smiled at her. “You don’t say.”

Millie nodded, then leaned forward. “What’s your name, love?”

“Harry,” he replied.

“Harold!” Millie poked her husband who nearly dropped his fork.

“You’re joking, lad!” he exclaimed.

Harry chuckled. “No, I’m not.”

“And what’s yours?” Millicent addressed me.

“Stacey,” I shrugged, embarrassed and disappointed that it wasn’t Millie.

“Oh,” she said softly. “That’s not my name, but it’s a lovely name.”

Harold scoffed. “You didn’t have red hair either.”

“Shh,” Millie swatted at her husband. “I could have. They don’t know that.”

That made me laugh out loud and I squeezed Harry’s thigh. He covered my hand with his as he joined me with a giggle.

“How long have you two been married?” asked Millie.

“Oh,” I blushed, “we’re not married.”

“Forgive me,” Millie gasped, clutching her chest. “I get carried away sometimes.”

“Yeah, you do,” mumbled Harold as he bit into a biscuit.

“You just look so...perfect for each other. Such a handsome twosome. I just assumed.”

Sucking in my lips, I turned to Harry and couldn’t help but lay my head on his shoulder. I felt him shake with laughter as he spoke.

“No worries, Millie,” he said. “We aren’t married. But we’re…”

I felt him turn his neck so I lifted my head as he looked into my eyes.

“...very much in love,” he finished.

“How marvelous!” I heard Millie exclaim as she clapped her hands. But I just continued to stare at Harry. My Harry. He mouthed the words I love you as Millie rattled on about something else. I felt like I was momentarily in a bubble, like our own personal snow globe.

The jingle on the door made me blink, followed by a squeal-like cheer from Millie. I turned to see her get up from her chair and greet the young woman and her baby. She cooed at the little one in the buggy and then waved at me.

“Come see, Stacey,” she insisted. “This is my great granddaughter!”

I pushed back my chair and walked over to Millie hovering over the pram.

“She’s beautiful,” I said softly.

“Her name is Annabel. And this is her mummy, my granddaughter, Iris.”

I said hello to Iris and told her congratulations. Tiny little Annabel babbled up at me as I reached my hand to her, and she took my finger. She reminded me of my girls when they were babies.

“Hi there, Annabel,” I suddenly heard Harry say. I hadn’t noticed he’d joined me; I’d been so lost in babyland. I felt his hand on my back as he reached in and took the baby’s other tiny fist.

“You two will have a little one someday, yes?” remarked Millie.

I looked up at her, wide-eyed and speechless. How young did she think I was?

“I...don’t know,” I shrugged nervously. It was all I could say. I wasn’t about to explain I’d already had two. And they weren’t babies anymore. My baby days were...long gone.

“You would have beautiful ones,” Millie added. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so well.

“Millicent,” Harold cleared his throat behind her.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’ve probably overstepped my boundaries again. I just think everyone should have a baby. They’re God’s blessing.”

I smiled at her, to reassure her there were no hard feelings. But my tummy said otherwise.

“We should probably head back,” Harry murmured in my ear. I nodded and stood up straight.

“Nice to meet you all,” I waved.

“Same here, love,” said Millie. “Happy Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Harry and I called in unison.

Outside in the frigid cold, Harry wrapped his arm around me as we trekked back to the B&B. I had so much on my mind, and I knew Harry could tell, but like the gentleman he was, he remained quiet. This time I was grateful for the sound of the wind whooshing through my ears. When we reached the front door, however, I could feel my cheeks were wet. I didn’t think I’d been crying, so it must have just been from the chill. I wiped them with the back of my hand as I sniffled. Pushing the door open, Harry stepped inside the warm house, and I followed. I shook out of my coat, hanging it on the nearby coat rack. Immediately Harry’s hands landed on my face, cupping my cheeks as he wiped the two tears I must have missed with his thumbs. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but instead he filled the silence with a kiss. I leaned into him, sighing when our lips separated, my arms dropping to my sides.

“I love you,” he murmured against my mouth.

I licked my lips and nodded. “Me too.”

Noticing I wasn’t looking at him, but instead at his chest, he touched my elbow.

“Stacey?”

I said nothing as I slipped my arm from his grasp and headed for the stairs. I could hear him follow me, his feet taking each step behind mine until we reached our room. I stopped at the french doors and stared out into the backyard. I felt him behind me, silently waiting for me to turn around, or to say something. Finally, he seemed to give up and try a different tactic. I felt his arms loop around my waist, his breath in my hair.

“That Millie was quite chatting you up, wasn’t she?”

I nodded. “She’s a sweet lady. I liked her.”

“But you didn’t like all the things she said.”

“I liked them just fine,” I commented.

“Stacey. Baby, talk to me.”

Letting out a long breath, I decided I needed to ask him. “Harry, do you want kids?”

The next few seconds were so quiet I could’ve heard a pin drop.

“I do,” Harry finally said. “Someday.”

“Hmm,” I sounded, unsure of what to say next. So I just said what came out of my mouth. “You know that can’t be with me though, right?”

“I...don’t know that.”

Turning around, I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes. I clenched my teeth as I looked up at him, wanting so badly for what I was about to say to be untrue.

“Harry, I’m forty years old.”

“So?”

“So...when you’re finally ready for kids of your own...when someday comes around...I’ll be too old.”

Harry let out a puff of breath, a chuckle, and it irritated me.

“What?” I glared at him.

“Stacey...you’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Are you wanting a baby right now?”

“No.”

“Well, neither am I.”

“But you just said-”

“Would I like kids someday? Sure. But I’m not giving up someone I love and the time I could be enjoying with them now because of something that may or may not happen in the future.”

I shifted my eyes around the room, then back at him. “I’m not sure that makes me feel any better. You said you hoped you were my future.”

“I do!” Harry took my hands. “Baby...I want to be with you. I don’t know how much more I can show you, that I can prove that to you. But I’ll gladly keep trying.”

“But wh-”

Harry silenced me with his finger. “No buts. Remember?”

“You just said a but.”

“You’re pushing my buttons, woman,” he scoffed.

“Ha! There’s another!”

“That wasn’t a but-” he began before I crashed my lips to his.

I started to chuckle against his mouth as he tickled my sides and guided me to the bed. I laughed harder when he found my most ticklish spot and pinned me down.

“Stop, Harold!” I shouted, trying to push his weight off of me. But it was no use.

“Hey, my name’s not Harold, Millicent!”

We both ended up in a fit of giggles followed by heavy breathing as we lay side by side. I played with his fingers, tracing his cross and anchor tattoos.

“Will you wear that red dress again tonight?” he asked me.

“Why?” I smirked.

“Because it’s our Christmas night. But mostly because you look beautiful in it.”

I smiled and rolled over, kissing his gorgeous face from forehead to chin.

“Anything for you, sugar,” I agreed. “And I won’t count that as a but.”

A/N: I have no recollection of where that gif above came from. I just remember finding it while I was writing this and saved it. Wattpad has it blocked, but hopefully tumblr won't lol.

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JR. ARCHIVIST; Site-7, Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration (RAISA). Preservation of digital archives, amending and updating SCiPNET pages, providing ticket support, and catching cybersecurity leaks and potential infohazards.

INTERRELATIONS OF NOTE.

𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇. You’ve heard of the agent with the “perfect record” but this will be the first time you get to meet with them 1-on-1 — and you must admit, you’re dying to talk to them. Any tips and tricks they’d be willing to give a junior member of Chi-00 are bound to come in handy for your future career at the Foundation. Unless, of course, the good 𝑂𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 turns out to be less than the absolute paragon of protocol they make themselves out to be. In which case, your sense of justice always comes first.

𝐹𝐿𝐼𝑀𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑀. You observed this star’s meteoric rise, and while some questioned their success story you could not disagree more. How could anyone doubt them when they come from such a brilliant legacy, and were mentored by the esteemed 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐼𝑁𝐸𝐸𝑅? Yes, their ostentatious self-obsession grates a little, but you just know in your heart the two of you are birds of a feather. This certainly isn’t motivated by anything so humiliating as projection, but maybe they just need a little help to outgrow their inheritance — like you did.

𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸. You were the first human to notice this hacker within the Foundation’s cyberspace so the fact that you are on a team with them is… intriguing, to say the least. After the special briefing you received regarding this new acquisition, you’ve found yourself in the position of their private warden, not that the newly minted “𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑄𝑈𝑂𝑇𝐸” is aware of this fact. In any case, you’ll take on this secret assignment with the same dedication you put into all your work — because while it was never said outright, you’re well aware that the consequences of a poor peer review will be… final.

EPILOGUE.

[𝐴𝑈 𝐹𝐴𝐼𝑇]'s combat assessment results did not meet the mark for field mission deployment. After a lengthy deliberation period between the Ethics Committee and Site-φ Director Buckley Osterholz, the Committee has agreed to transfer the operative out of the mission team and monitor [𝐴𝑈 𝐹𝐴𝐼𝑇]'s progress as a research and archive member of Site-φ instead. The operative is tasked still with keeping an eye on members of MTF Chi-00, looking out for any inconsistencies that may arise within their personnel files and submitted papers. — Internal Memo from the Ethics Committee.

#fhq.all #fhq.af #fhq.retired

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It's arguably one of the most famous sequences in an already famous movie. Trapped on a mysterious island, the beautiful actress Ann Darrow (played by Fay Wray) is menaced by a gigantic predatory dinosaur. Her only hope of survival comes in the form of King Kong, the massive titular ape that battles the carnivore in a brutal fight to the death that ends with the ruler of Skull Island dispatching the tyrant via breaking its jaw.

Time and again, this battle has been homaged and parodied by many knock offs and media throughout the years. The image of a gorilla battling a dinosaur may as well be ingrained in pop culture, all the way up to 2021 with the release of Godzilla vs. Kong.

Throughout it all, a single burning question remains:

Just what the heck is this guy?

While general consensus and history has described it as a Tyrannosaurus, there's another popular theory that it might actually be an Allosaurus due to the three fingers instead of the more traditional two associated with T. rex.

Now obviously when discussing stuff like this it's good to look at the words of the creators...except even the creators are divided on what it is. According to King Kong: The History of a Movie Icon from Fay Wray to Peter Jackson by Ray Morton, director Merian C. Cooper referred to it as an Allosaurus. By contrast, stop motion animators Willis O'Brien and Marcel Delgado describe it as a Tyrannosaurus. The script itself doesn't help since it only refers to as a Meat-Eater, a title which was adopted on its page by Wikizilla.

Feel free to take a look at the script with this link if you're interested:

In short, we've got conflicting ideas one what it is, and it's up to the viewer to decide. Personally, I do think it's possible to come up with a definitive answer when you consider the general perception of theropod dinosaurs at the time as well as the real inspiration that went into what we'll refer to as the Carnosaur for now.

These days when you look at a depiction of a Tyrannosaurus and Allosaurus side by side, you can tell them apart. Back then though when dinosaurs were still new and were still being properly classified, it was believed that the two species were closely related. This is reflected in contemporary depictions, where the two were depicted as looking a lot like one another.

As seen above in a pair of beautiful paintings done by the legendary Charles R. Knight, both look very similar to one another. There are some key differences of course, particularly with the slimmer build of the Allosaurus and the stubbier arms of the Tyrannosaurus, but to an untrained eye they do look very similar to each other. So, the confusion between the two can be understandable.

What helps us was that these paintings helped inspire Willis O'Brien with his depiction of both species in The Lost World (1925). While the Allosaurus was the primary big carnivore, a Tyrannosaurus DID make an appearance hunting and killing an Agathaumas (a ceratopsid that's now considered a dubious genus).

Again, we can see the difference here. The Allosaurus is a bit slimmer and has longer arms. While admittedly I couldn't find a clearer image of the Tyrannosaurus model, we do see that it is a bit bigger and has much shorter arms.

If we compare these two images side by side, we can see that the Carnosaur from King Kong resembles the Tyrannosaurus from The Lost World. Both have a bulkier build than the Allosaurus, and both have shorter arms. Admittedly they are being depicted with three fingers which has led to some confusion, but this is also easily explained since T. rex was believed to have three fingers at the time. The very first mounted skeleton of a Tyrannosaurus Rex at the American Musuem of Natural History (AMNH 5027), featured the three fingers.

This particular specimen in my mind helps cinch the view that the Carnosaur is in fact a Tyrannosaurus. According to Ray Morton again, this display at the American Museum of Natural History, this was the display that served as a model for the animal seen in King Kong. All the evidence, from a look at the models to how predatory dinosaurs were depicted during the time all points to the animal being a T. rex.

That being said, the confusion between the two species is understandable. They weren't depicted as being as distinct as they are nowadays. But it is important to remember how dinosaurs were depicted back then by the scientific community to better understand how they were depicted in movies and popular culture released at the same time.

A big thanks to Wikizilla for providing a bit of a roadmap for this post.

#tyrannosaurus rex #t. rex #allosaurus #king kong #dinosaur #dinosaurs #paleomedia #paleoart #paleontology #charles r. knight #willis o'brien #Youtube #king kong 1933 #video not mine

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The 1/18th scale replica of the AMNH5027 Tyrannosaurus rex is now available! It is $295usd and ships internationally. You can get one here: https://www.deeptimefossils.com/product-page/1-18th-scale-tyrannasaurus-rex-amnh-5027-model-fossil

(I don’t get anything from sharing these, I just love that we make them and want to share.)

#Paleontology #Dinosaur #T. rex #Tyrannosaurus rex #Makin' Bones

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Day 41: Caliborn: Enter

https://homestuck.com/story/4956 It’s pretty natural that Dirk’s move on Jake is going to put a strain on Jane’s friendship with him, even if he hasn’t made it yet; I think it definitely gives some insight into Jane that she reacts the way that she does. Not exactly a graceful loser, and in a way that is really pretty passive-aggressive.

She’s not as open and honest as Jade is; as the Prospit Dreamers go, in general, she’s really pretty guarded.

More after the Break

https://homestuck.com/story/4961

The AR, I feel like, gives us a pretty good look into who Dirk is, and while we already know that he impulsively jumps to the first solution he can think of, we can see through the shades that he tends to advise people to do the same things that he does.

Dirk is an extremely headstrong guy, and while he’s both very intelligent, and would really like to be a Puppetmaster, he can’t help but let his personality shine through his puppets; and he can’t help but let his first inclination determine his course of action. He’s him, after all. Why would he question his own judgement?

A bit like how Kermit the Frog is really just Jim Henson the Frog.

https://homestuck.com/story/4962

So what is a Juju?

Juju is a word which comes from French, and means plaything. It is a term that has been used to characterize the Folk Magic and/or Folk Religion of the people of West Africa, in much the same way that Totem has been, or that Fetish has been. In a nutshell, Juju can mean both Spiritual Power (as Mana), and an Object of Spiritual Power (as an Amulet) - the physical manifestation of the thing, and the thing itself are the same, in this sense.

The God and the Idol are the same - at least, they are to the external viewer. While it should be clear that this is a reductive view of it, the fact of the matter is that, a central part of a lot of religious practice in general is to treat the image of a thing, and the thing itself, as though they are the same; and we see this sort of image-based performance all throughout homestuck, through symbols, and rituals, especially where they are empty signifiers - symbols and rituals that have been emptied of their original meaning, and are now practiced only for their own sake.

Following the rules actually doesn’t seem to pay all that much in the world of Homestuck, and almost universally leads to disaster - which in no small part appears to be because the creator of the rules is Lord English.

https://homestuck.com/story/4965

I think it’s pretty interesting that Caliborn’s conception of smut is something as tame as fluffy hand-holding and caressing. While on the one hand, we can just say “Cherubs think it’s taboo because they can only enjoy Caliginous romance” I think we can also associate it with the relatively sexless nature of Homestuck, beyond how horny the characters are, and a few oblique references (which is not a bad thing; it’s about teenagers). In spite of all of the suggestive language and content, there is no possibility of consummation in Homestuck, or even until well after the end of Homestuck, because Caliborn’s vision of intimacy is a sexless one.

https://homestuck.com/story/4967

This takes a turn for the fucked up at the end. I mean, it’s all fucked up to begin with, but it’s such a non-sequitur.

https://homestuck.com/story/4968

Caliborn uses consumption related metaphors and imagery in relation to smut. Aside from jokes about Vore, what’s the significance of that? That the intention of Caliborn and Calliope is to comment on the fandom of Homestuck itself (continuing the identification of the Characters with the Audience that we discussed yesterday) is not really a secret to anyone. How does Caliborn view engaging with Homestuck, and how does he therefore view engaging with Andrew? His view is Hegemonistic and Predatory. From his point of view, the universe he inhabits is full of things to be consumed; objects to absorb, break down into the parts of themselves that make him more powerful, and the parts that can be discarded.

https://homestuck.com/story/4970

I really never get tired of Caliborn, he’s so awful.

https://homestuck.com/story/4971

His conception of human romance is one where he conceives of women as essentially objects of gratification; woman on woman is allowed, I suspect, for much the same reason that it is often rationalized that f*tanari porn isn’t gay; how could jackin’ it to two women be gay?

The idea of women as actors who exist for reasons other than to gratify men, and other than to gratify Caliborn in particular does not occur to him.

Obviously, men don’t exist to gratify each other. That’d be too mutualistic.

https://homestuck.com/story/4981

The Interplay of Sex and Violence.

As long as this sequence is pretty much over;

Why does Caliborn want to play a game? I think the answer is in line with the overall theme of Homestuck. Cultural transmission.

In his book Homo Ludens Dutch historian Johan Huizinga discusses the nature of Play as an element of cultural transmission, and as a necessary (but not sufficient) condition for the generation of culture.

What this means in a nutshell is; Games aren’t the only thing that is necessary for culture to be created, but they are necessary for culture to be created. Can’t have culture without games. A big part of this is because games serve as a stage for human beings to symbolically and ritualistically practice the activities that, as a member fo their culture, they will one day have to perform in order to survive.

This is why games like Tag, and Hide and Seek are the oldest in the world; humans are persistence predators, we hunt down our prey by just not giving the fuck up.

Caliborn’s game is Irony and Porn; insincerity, reproductive activity, etc. and gaming is intrinsically competitive to him; he uses his game as a form of power over Dirk Strider, the power to make him suffer, although since he’s such a dweeb, he’s pretty bad at making him suffer.

https://homestuck.com/story/4986

Meenah likes games too, but her enjoyment of them seems to be a lot more authentic, sincere - as opposed to being a form of power for her to hold over her enemies, her little word-games, with her fish-puns, are a source of legitimate joy to her, and the fact that Aranea will engage her in them creates friendship between the two of them.

https://homestuck.com/story/5027

All this may not have a whole lot of substance to it (I’m making posts at this point almost 40 pages apart), but that doesn’t mean it’s devoid of worth. Homestuck has plenty of pathos, and in spite of the fact that Andrew adores making fun of us for caring about these characters, I do actually care about all of these characters.

They sure have come a long way.

https://homestuck.com/story/5083

As Roxy is ostensibly the stealth leader of her session, we should generally be willing to accept her takes as gospel in a way that we don’t take other characters’ (at least to a certain extent). We just got done talking about how important rules are to the cherubs, and to Caliborn explicitly - we should take heed of the fact that Roxy is very willing to throw caution to the wind and abandon the rules.

Rules in Paradox Space are largely harmful restrictions to be worked around, rather than auspicious maxims to adhere to.

https://homestuck.com/story/5071

Caliborn is a serial forced memer. We’ve already talked oodles and oodles about symbols and rituals and empty signifiers; what is a forced meme except for an empty signifier? An attempt by a malicious third party to turn a meaningless set of pictures and words into a symbol, a symbol that signifies nothing other than itself, and commands the attention and adherence of people in the culture? Rules for the sake of rules. Memes for the sake of memes.

https://homestuck.com/story/5089

Roxy’s anxious babbling is just so much like Dave’s, it’s hilarious. Their language less so.

https://homestuck.com/story/5092

The answer to what a ball’s topspin is, by the way, if you didn’t already know is

an English.

https://homestuck.com/story/5099

Why does Calliope want to be a Troll so badly?

The answer is that she doesn’t want to be a Cherub.

Why doesn’t she want to be a Cherub?

That question could probably keep me up all night, but I think I have an answer right away. Cherubs are arbitrarily powerful, and Calliope does not want to be a Cherub. She wants to be anything other than a Cherub. I can kind of relate to that, even as a human being. After all, there aren’t cherubs and trolls around, even though they are conceivable. Of all of the things we know for sure that consciously exist in our own universe, humans are the most powerful things we know exist for sure. I’d spend a lot to not be one; power, after all, makes us more inhuman.

https://homestuck.com/story/5116

Since I can’t pass up an opportunity to comment on the metanarrative indulgence of the second half, let’s pause to appreciate the term MacGuffin; in a nutshell, an object which exists to be desired. Its only purpose in the story is for someone to want it.

https://homestuck.com/story/5217

The fact that Dirk is conscious of the internal head-goings-on of Brain Ghost Dirk, and is therefore, to some extent cognizant of the head-goings-on of Jake English just opens up so many questions that I still don’t really have an answer to.

https://homestuck.com/story/5238

I rag on Dirk a lot for being a piece of shit.

But man, he is so cool.

https://homestuck.com/story/5246

This entire awful romantic escapade has been created by the Auto-responder, and while Dave has been complicit in it, he is not the puppetmaster behind it. Sound familiar?

https://homestuck.com/story/5252

This flash is just so delightful to me.

It’s the first time Roxy has ever touched another living human being and look how delighted she is.

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS.

https://homestuck.com/story/5261

Now that we know who Lord English is, we have an opportunity to get to know him a little more as a person. Aside from his absurd commitment to puzzle-murders, his strange relationship with romance and sexuality, and his awful and perfunctory craftsmanship, here’s the most important thing to understand about him;

He will always destroy something irreplaceable if it means he can acquire more power.

#liveblogging #commentary #homo ludens

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Found Families - Home is Where the Hart is - Chapter 5

Chapter five, another long one. I’m sorry. I hope you continue to enjoy this series and thank you to all who liked, reblogged and left supportive comments. I appreciate them.

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Summary: Patton learns about Logan’s past and Logan goes to Maggie to talk about his new and complicated emotions.

Word Count: 5027 (This is a long one)

Warnings: Child abuse, Abuse of power, Implied panic attack, Self-deprecation, Crying, Bullying, Description of physical injuries, Physical violence. (If there is any I have missed please let me know).

“Mr Hart I do believe young Logan has taken a shine to you, will you be scheduling another session?” Mrs Davis asked from behind the front desk, pen already in hand.

“Yes, for tomorrow please,” Patton responded unable to quell the excitement bubbling within his stomach, praying to the gods for tomorrow to come sooner.

“Tomorrow? So soon,” She inquired quirking a brow at Patton in surprise, the pen halting in it’s position on the page.

“Of course. And if you don’t mind I have some questions I’d like to ask you about Logan’s background,” Patton said, some of the bubbles dying within his belly as he broached the serious topic.

“Ah yes I’ll be happy to answer any of your questions to the best of my ability. Though I do warn you his past is not a pleasant one,” She said he voice dropping as if to prevent any of the other matrons mulling around to overhear. Patton’s heart dropped, he’d suspected Logan would have come from a difficult background but that fact being confirmed made his skin crawl.

“I want to hear it,” Patton said without a hint of hesitation but concealing the slight tremble in his voice.

“I guess I’ll start from the beginning then. Well how to put this, Logan came from an abusive household. His parents were quite well-known actually and when it was revealed around four years ago it was big news you may have heard of it yourself, on the News and everything. The Baxter Case. That is what they called it both received ten years sentences and Logan was put into care, now I don’t know much about his first Orphanage but I did hear from the last place that it was a nightmare he barely lasted a month there until they sent him away. The second place he was there for a couple of years but by then he had gained his…um…reputation and nobody would even look at the boy so they sent him here but I’m afraid we haven’t had much luck with him either until of course you came along. Well I’m sorry that is just about all I know we matrons don’t get told very much and Logan refuses to open up to anyone except for that teacher but oh well boys will be boys I suppose. Does that answer any of you questions?”. Mrs Davis concluded leaning against the desk arms folded across her chest.

Patton had been stunned into silence by the causality in her voice as she spoke about such horrible acts when he himself felt sick to his stomach. The Baxter Case, he had heard of it and the case had been the first time he questioned his morals regarding prisoners. Ten years, though he was a believer in the rehabilitation of prisoners that was much to short a time for the years of anguish their child would be forced to endure because of their inhuman actions and now knowing that child was Logan. The brilliant, kind and considerate Logan who did not deserve what he went through.

“Mr Hart, are you alright?” Mrs Davis’s asked presumably growing concerned as a result of Patton’s vacant expression and prolonged silence. He quickly snapped out of it returning to his bubbly self.

“Oh yes, it was just difficult to hear,” Patton responded plastering on the most authentic smile he could muster to avoid drawing any more concern.

“It is quite the tragic tale,” A voice cut through the air like a knife, high-pitched holding a hint of mockery in her tone which Patton could easily detect having a knack for observing the subtle changes in a persons body language or voice others would simply overlook. “And you must be Mr Hart,”.

“I am and you are?” Patton replied stretching out a hand in a greeting towards the plump woman having come into view, dressed in rather extravagant clothing one would not consider appropriate attire for an Orphanage but Patton wasn’t one to judge. Ebony locks striped with streaks of silver twisted into an elaborate up-do secured with a bejewelled hair pin and a her face made up. Honestly surprising Patton slightly by her appearance.

“Madame Claire, the owner of this fine establishment, it is a pleasure to meet the man who has shown such interest in our dear Logan,” The woman Madame Claire said manoeuvring herself in between Patton and Mrs Davis, presumably signifying the other matron to return to her work, leaving very little space separating herself and Patton. “Such hardships have changed him over the years I do warn you, he has a tendency to be problematic and being so young and inexperienced yourself do you really wish for such a troublesome child?”.

Patton couldn’t quite believe his ears. Was she attempting to deter him from adopting Logan? He had experienced people assuming he was much younger than he actually was. No surprise there but he had never in his years of visiting care homes and orphanages ever had someone advise against a particular child. He couldn’t comprehend why all of the matrons held such disdain towards Logan, speaking only of his faults instead of his numerous good qualities and talents. Patton tried desperately not to allow his true frustration and irritation to display on his face, he hated confrontation and did not wish to start a fight with the owner of the Orphanage who could easily throw him out and forbid him for seeing Logan so he bit his tongue plastering on one of his best smiles before eventually responding.

“Actually you are mistaken ma’am, I have three kiddos at home all adopted,” Patton explained smiling as he corrected her.

“Oh well, you and your wife certainly have your hands-full,” Another frequent assumptions that Patton was not a single father and his ‘wife’ was at home with the kids which bothered him a lot more than he’d like to admit and though he didn’t openly display his sexuality for the world he hated when people would assume he was straight.

“There is no wife I’m afraid, no husband either It’s just me,” Patton said giggling internally at Madame Claire’s wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression before returning to her former composed state though a trace of surprise still remained.

“You have quite the unconventional home life Mr Hart,” She replied a tight-lipped smile spread across her lips.

Patton didn’t respond only nodding not quite trusting his voice or his steadily wearing patience, he prided himself on being forgiving and it wasn’t often that people tested that self-control but on occasions such as this one he found it easier to keep quiet.

“Please take my warning into consideration, it seems to me you already have quite a chaotic home-life you do not need a difficult child such as Logan to add to your worries,” She continued berating Logan in every available opportunity but it made Patton want to adopt him all the more.

“Do not worry about me I think I’ll manage, and-” He paused turning back towards Mrs Davis who was typing away on her computer, eyes darting up every so often so to listen in to their conversation presumably to relay to her fellow co-workers later on. “I would like to confirm my session with Logan for tomorrow,”. One of his best smiles stretched across his face, watching Madame Claire’s priceless expression through his peripheral vision.

“Of course, Mr Hart,” Mrs Davis replied.

“I do hope to see you again sometime Mr Hart,” Madame Claire said before disappearing down the corridor, the sound of her heels striking the floor echoing through the hallway.

Patton nodded before turning and leaving as quickly as he could, revelling in the cool air flooding his aching lungs as his erratic breathing began to ease and he no longer gasped for air. A sickish feeling sunk deep into his stomach as he recalled Madame Claire words specifically those regarding Logan and how she suspiciously didn’t want Patton to adopt him. His hands shook, there was little chance he could drive himself home safely in this state so after waiting a short while until he was certain Emile would be on his lunch break he removed his phone from the pocket of his rain jacket and selected Emile’s name

“Hey Emile,” Patton spoke into the phone “Can you come pick me up?”.

Logan immediately went in search for Maggie once Patton departed figuratively bursting with excitement, wishing to relay every detail about Patton to her the pleasant weight of the headphones around his neck. Maggie’s office door was left a jar as per usual indicating he could enter however though he found himself knocking before pushing the door aside just in case she was engaged in a task and he was interrupting. As he entered he was met with her welcoming smile, setting aside her papers to invite him in.

“Hello Logan, I was wondering when you would drop in as you didn’t yesterday afternoon or this morning. Honestly, I was getting a little worried,” Maggie said as Logan settled himself on the armchair, fingertips tracing the curve of the headphones which still hung around his neck.

“I apologise, I was merely occupied during those times,” Logan said. Which was only partially true but he did not wish to disclose the reason he missed their typical afternoon meeting because he was in Madame Claire office until he could hardly walk back to his room.

“So I’ve heard, though I am disappointed I had to find out through Mrs Gossip Queen. I am so proud of you Logan,” Maggie praised, perplexing Logan unaware of what he had done to earn her praise but he did not question her. “I’m glad you haven’t given up hope just yet,”.

Logan simply nodded unable to find the correct words to respond. Patton was so unlike previous potential parents he had met in the past, searching for a well-behaved child with a tragic back-story so they could believe they were helping society but he listened, didn’t pity him, didn’t treat him like an orphan which in all honestly Logan struggled to comprehend. He was supposed to deter Patton from visiting him but yet Logan felt himself becoming more and more attached to the man who appeared like the sun in human form quite the opposite of Logan.

“Yes Patton is quite unusual, I find I do not understand his actions sometimes. He is kind even when I am undeserving of his kindness, persistently optimistic and possesses an aura of calmness that I can’t describe. I…I do not understand him,” Logan admitted releasing a sign. He loathed not understanding. He was smart he always had been surpassing those around him with ease onto more difficult work. Arithmetic. Chemistry. Physics. Human Anatomy. Facts and processes always constant, never changing unlike fickle emotions. Most were controlled by them allowing them to influence their every decision but feelings were illogical and the very bane of his existence. But they heavily impacted the human mind so he had to master it and maybe then he would finally understand his chest fluttered whenever he was in Patton’s presence or why it felt so natural simply talking to him.

“I believe I can help with that,” Maggie said decreasing the proximity between Logan and herself “ Now I assume that you struggle to understand why someone like him would choose someone like you. Am I correct?”.

“He is so kind-hearted, forgiving and selfless all of the things I am not, so yes I cannot comprehend why he would waste his time conversing with me when there are several other children more suitable,” He confessed releasing a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding, the pressure that had been steadily building upon his chest lessening slightly but it didn’t cease the trembling of his fingertips he attempted to conceal behind his back.

“Have you stopped to think that maybe he might like you?” Maggie suggested drawing Logan out of his spiralling thoughts. Why would Patton like Logan? He was too quiet, too standoffish, simultaneously too much and not enough. He wrinkled his nose and scoffed at the thought. “I’m serious Logan, why would he speak to you if he did not see something special in you? You just need to believe it,”. Logan opened his mouth to respond, to retort back but no words came out. Maggie manoeuvred herself to kneel in front of Logan. “Tell me about him,”. That Logan could do.

Logan rambled on and on about Patton sparing no details, dissecting every single one of their interactions. How they first met, Patton’s children, his lack of a romantic partner. Went into depth describing his appearance: his surprisingly youthful appearance, unkempt golden curls which often held several pieces of stationary, his rather eccentric clothing choices. Bright colours, flashy patterns but never without his signature grey cardigan tied around his shoulders. he could still describe the sensation of the feather soft fabric against his skin.

“He sounds like a stereotypical dad,” Maggie said with a laugh still positioned on the floor which Logan thought was rather unsanitary but didn’t question it. He cocked his head to the side puzzled by her statement. What was a ‘stereotypical dad’? He knew the definition of a stereotype: a widely held idea or image of a particular type of person or thing. Did Patton fit the stereotype? His own father surely didn’t, wearing predominantly suits and ties, without a hair out of place, severely lacking the warm and comforting demeanour Patton had. So what made a true dad? What made a real family?

“It sounds like you like him also. So, what does he make you feel when you talk to him?” She asked leaning an elbow on the arm of the armchair well aware of Logan boundaries and aversion to being touched but close enough to make him feel secure. Logan wrinkled his nose and furrowed his brow at the subject of…feelings.

“I…I do not know…I do not understand it,” Logan whispered his gaze fixated upon his hands as he burrowed them deeper into his shirt crinkling the material. The sensation which flowered within his chest whenever Patton was near was foreign to him, his words flowed freely no matter how much he tried to shut it off and that terrified him. Not knowing. Knowing things, that is what he excelled at. He held pride in the fact his intelligence was heightened beyond his years for all things logical that which emotions and messy feelings are not.

“That’s okay. Not knowing, not understanding your own feelings is okay,” She assured a soothing smile stretching across her rose tinted lips. “You are still young and have time to figure everything out but it does sound to me that this Patton is pretty special to you,”. Logan scoffed once again retreating into his cold and unfeeling shell.

“You deserve to be loved Logan,” That caught Logan off guard. Not trusting his ability to formulate words instead he merely nodded reaching his hand up to stroke the smooth plastic of the headphones still positioned around his neck.

Maggie stood stepping back allowing Logan to process what she had said returning to her position behind her desk as Logan mulled over her statement in his head…did he? He didn’t deserve anything, something his parents reminded him of daily. Love was not necessary for survival…so he did not require it.

“You should be getting back now Logan, lunch will be served soon,” Maggie stated as Logan stood preparing to leave “But I have something for you…I found this in Madame Claire’s office,”. Maggie reached into her desk withdrawing a familiar book from one of the drawers returning it to Logan’s possession, he traced the thankfully unscathed front cover with his fingertips before holding it close to his chest. He offered Maggie a small yet sincere smile in thanks.

“Your welcome and I will see you tomorrow Logan you can tell me more about Patton then,” Maggie said flashing a smile focusing her attention back to the pile of unmarked papers as Logan exited book still pressed close to his chest, his day significantly improved from Patton’s gift and promise to visit him again this morning too procuring his precious novel. Maybe today wouldn’t be as awful as he first anticipated, a minuscule smile appeared on his face at the pleasant thought.

Thankfully, Emile arrived a short while after their initial phone call not having another appointment scheduled until the late afternoon. Patton piled into the passenger side immediately hurling himself into Emile’s open arms burrowing his tear stained face into Emile’s chest, he released a choked sob as tears spilled down his cheeks and Emile stroked his curls whispering sweet nothings into his ear. They remained like that for some time until Patton ran out of tears and finally pulled away from Emile’s hold wiping at his red-rimmed eyes with the sleeve of his cardigan now damp with his salty tears.

“I-I’m…s-sorry,” Patton stuttered his voice hoarse from crying, winding his arms around his stomach, leaning into Emile’s hold on his left shoulder slightly. “For…c-calling you out here,”.

“It’s okay Patton and I will always come for you when you call just as you have done for me,” Emile said gently squeezing Patton shoulder with one hand and the other took his hand tenderly rubbing his thumb over this knuckles. “Now do you want to tell me what happened?”. Patton nodded. Inhaling once then exhaling before starting.

“Everything was going okay. I think. Logan was acting strange when I first arrived, more closed off than he was yesterday. He wasn’t even reading, he answered all of my questions with one word answers. He looked so…lost,” Patton exclaimed pausing again to breath but Emile’s attention never wavered fixated on Patton, his comforting touches never ceasing either. “I gave him the gift…he seemed so shocked as to why anyone would get him a gift. He gave it back almost instantly saying how he couldn’t accept it and he didn’t deserve it, I managed to calm him done and he did eventually accept it but the session ended before we could speak any more. They are so horrible to him Emile…the other children I couldn’t believe how they talked about him and he just stood there and took like it was normal for him. I…I asked about his past…I expected it to be difficult to hear but…Oh Emile. Do you remember a few years ago a child abuse trial named The Baxter Case?”.

“Yeah, yeah I do. They both got ten years, far too short in my opinion. Why?” Emile questioned his grip tightening as Patton breath hitched and a lump formed in his throat, fighting with himself to get the words out.

“The child from the case was Logan,” Patton exclaimed newly formed tears burning his eyes but they weren’t tears of sadness or regret, they were tears of anger he refused to let fall. Patton hated that there were people out there capable of such horrible, inhuman acts against children no less. Children who deserved love and affection and that was what Logan deserved and Patton was going to be the one to give it to him. “I need to get him out of there. I spoke to the owner, she is horrible Emile she didn’t have a nice thing to say about him and even tried to persuade me against adopting him. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had to get out of there before I snapped so I made another appointment and left. Oh Emile, how could anyone do something like that?”. Emile didn’t know quite what he was referring to the actions of Logan’s parents against him or of the owner who certainly deserved a piece of his mind but the more pressing matter at hand was Patton.

“I don’t know Patty,” Emile said pulling Patton close to his chest once again as his sobs faded to sniffles and to exhausted from his outburst to plaster a fake smile across his face wishing for nothing more than the security of his own home and bed.

“I have to get him out,” Patton murmured into Emile’s shirt stained with his tears. He couldn’t allow Logan to stay there but he knew better than most how long and complicated the adoption process was, not only the mountains of paperwork and background of checks but building a relationship could take just as or even longer.

“I know and you will, just give it time,” Emile assured cupping Patton’s cheeks wiping away stray tears with his thumb, he appreciated the small comforting touches Emile provided. Patton had always felt a lot more deeply than most, he loved quickly and often suffered the consequences but once he made his made a goal he worked until he achieved it and adopting Logan was his new goal.

And no matter what challenges he faced he would achieve it.

Once Logan had departed from Miss Maggie’s office the remainder of his day had been relatively quiet, no rambunctious children to annoy him, no meddling matrons to disturb him and especially no Madame Claire to torment him. With the return of his precious novel, he found himself much more at ease than he was this morning but life tore those few hours of contentment as quickly as they granted them, forcing him back to the harsh reality of his existence which everyone seemed to despise no matter what he did. In the beginning it hurt. So much he couldn’t understand why everyone hated him, the matrons, the other children, even his own parents. He had never once felt loved. After a while, he grew used to their glares of disdain, cruel whispers in passing. He didn’t need love…but then Patton arrived, though he didn’t and still didn’t understand the man’s intentions or motive when he approached Logan and spoke to him for the first time without a hint of pity. He felt something he had never felt before, despite not knowing exactly what it was, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. A single glimmer of hope for him, but the flickering flame was snuffed out of existence, letting the blackness fester and grow.

All good things had to come to an end, they often did in Logan’s case. Patton’s gift had been a constant for the remainder of the day, hanging around his neck, he reached up to stroke the cool plastic every so often as a reminder. He had kept to his room, headphones on blocking out the world, book in hand losing himself in its pages. Logan hadn’t known how long it had been until the unwanted arrival of his room-mates indicating it was nearing lights out. He shared a dormitory with seven other boys, aged between eight and fourteen himself being one of the eldest and the most despised but he had long ago accepted that fact and avoided them in every possible situation. That seemed to quell them for a short while but most seemed to be determined to make his life a living hell.

They barrelled into dormitory, stripping off their clothes, discarding them onto the floor leaving the room in a state of disarray. Logan clenched his jaw, his grip on his book tightening at the sight but he fought to ignore it, not wishing to start an argument instead adjusting his headphones curling in on himself praying they hadn’t noticed his presence yet. But alas his prayers went unanswered and seven pairs of eyes all turned on him at once, their expressions dark and unforgiving, lips curling upwards into a wicked grin.

“Hey Lobot,” Logan didn’t need to look up from his book to see who the delightful nickname came from. He despised it. Being compared to a cold and unfeeling automaton was not an uncommon experience but it did not make it hurt any less. Until he took on persona, playing the role of the emotionless robot they all believed him to be, praying it they would grow tired of the merciless teasing and taunts but to no avail they persisted perhaps even worse than before.

Logan forced his eyes from the page onto the figure in front of him. Brandon Hunter. Aged fourteen, had lived at Madame Claire’s for three years, the reason being that his parents were both drug addicts, his explosive temper had gotten him rejected by four families in total and he was Logan’s most persistent bully. Ever since he arrived Brandon targeted him, beginning as daily taunts and teases mocking him for everything under the sun from his appearance, to his personality, to his interests. Later developing into physical altercations, tripping him in the corridors, cornering him after mealtimes to in his words ‘teach him a lesson’ leaving him beaten and bruised for days after. Night time was the worst. When no matrons patrolled the corridors in search for troublemakers, when he was surrounded by people who would love to see him hurt. Logan had been spared these past few night facing other…issues but tonight he suspected he wouldn’t be so fortuitous.

“Hey nerd! Don’t ignore me!” Brandon bellowed tearing the book from Logan’s hands tossing it carelessly across the room. Logan winced when it made contact with the wall, thinking only of the crumpled papers he would surely have to smooth out though would never be as pristine again. He adjusted his headphones moving them from over his ears so they were hanging around his neck, glancing up at Brandon’s unsightly face with a vacant expression. “So, now that someone has finally shown interest in you, you think your better than me. Freak!”.

Logan again didn’t responded allowing his gaze to wander. All seven boys were now encircling his bed, Brandon at the head and the rest stood behind him like henchman awaiting orders from their boss having been brainwashed pretty early on, not that it took much convincing for them to join Brandon’s side much preferring to be on his side than the alternative. They left him no possible escape path and even if he were to somehow make it out of the dormitory he wouldn’t get very far as Brandon and his cronies would be on him like a pack of feral dogs in a single heartbeat. Brandon was clearly growing increasingly frustrated with Logan’s unresponsiveness, he nearly cracked a smile at the sight of his red face but such an action would undoubtedly result in a burst lip so he restrained himself from doing so.

“Hey, I’m talking to you! And you’re going to listen to me,” Brandon growled grabbing a fistful of Logan’s hair yanking it towards him, forcing Logan to look at him. He winced at the sharp pain but refused to let it show on his face but his fingers wound tightly into his shirt praying nobody noticed their tremble. “Now that’s better, it looks like someone needs a reminder of their place,”.

A wicked smile stretched across Brandon’s lips as he released Logan with a sharp shove causing him to lose his balance toppling backwards onto his bed, provoking a chorus of sadistic laughter from the others. Logan quickly regained his composure, brushing down his outfit, glaring at the group some of whom stepped back, averting their eyes from his intense glare but Brandon simply laughed seemingly unaffected unlike the other who cowered behind him.

“Well, well what do we have here?” Brandon asked reaching out to touch the headphones still positioned around Logan neck, his calloused hands narrowly missing his throat. Logan jerked back from the contact wishing to get as far away Brandon as humanly possible but had reacted to late, the headphones already having been plucked from his neck and his precious gift was now in the hands of Brandon Hunter.

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atbaa-as-salaf · 5 years ago

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The Messenger of Allāh صلى الله عليه وسلم said,

((… وما اجتمع قوم في بيت من بيوت الله، يتلون كتاب الله، ويتدارسونه بينهم، إلا نزلت عليهم السكينة، وغشيتهم الرحمة، وحفتهم الملائكة، وذكرهم الله فيمن عنده ...))

“No people gather in a house from Allāh’s houses, to recite Allāh’s Book and study it together, except that As-Sakeenah (serenity) descends upon them, mercy envelops them, the Angels surround them, and Allāh mentions them to those that are with Him…”*

The Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم also said,

((خير كم من تعلم القرآن وعلمه))

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Book: The Book Of Manners - كتاب الآداب

Compiled by: Fu’âd Ibn ‘Abdul-‘Azeez Ash-Shulhoob

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Translated by: Faisal Shafiq

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DAHICAN BEACH RESORT in Mati, Davao Oriental

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The best season to visit is from the month of October to March and at night if you’re lucky enough to see pawikan lay eggs, keep eye on it.

How to get there:

Catch the Bachelor Express bus to Mati at the highway outside Davao City airport or at the Ecoland Transport Terminal (around P250, 4-5 hours). You can also ride a van at Gaisano Mall or Victoria Plaza (P220, 3-4 hours). From Mati City Bus Terminal, hire a habal-habal or tricycle to take you to Dahican (P40 if you haggle well, 15-20 min.)

Where to stay:

There are many resorts near the shore and most have rooms, cottages or tents for 50 pesos for options. An open-air cottage usually costs around P1000. Here are some places you can check out:

Dahican Surf Resort – Contact 0923 407 6381 or 0915 640 7900.

Botona Dahican Beach Resort – Contact 0918 525 5227 or 0939 646 4586.

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Amihan sa Dahican – Contact 0921 452 5027.

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#ILOVEMATI #Waves #SeaTurtles #SummerGetaway #ItsMoreFunInMindanao

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dahniwitchoflight · 7 years ago

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minor AU Completion of the Beta Kid’s Animal Symbolism

so something I’ve always thought about and wondered about, I wanna talk about for a bit, now that homestuck’s over and I’m rereading it going through the story

all of the beta kids throughout the story have unique animal related symbolism, that eventually ties into delving into greater parts of their characters, exploring even what you might consider the “darker side” to their characters, sometimes to the point of representing their inverted states/jungian shadow selves nicely tied into the idea of “lower bestial natures” being at odds with their true human natures

and these culminate and get fully cashed in by tragic/failed alternate versions of each beta kid that gets somehow mixed with their respective animal (usually through sprite shenanigans) and ends up in some way dealing with their inner issues a bit

Jade’s Dreamself (who was always very silly and prone be overemtional) dies under prospit’s moon, gets stuffed, and later resurrected as a JadeBecsprite who represents Jade’s inner tragic emotional states

Dave gets trapped in an alternate timeline with Rose, but then goes back in time after learning the ins and outs of the game, only to sec prototype as Davesprite and earn wings, and then forevers deals with the depression and aftermath of never being “Alpha” Dave ever again

Rose eventually dies in a pre retcon timeline fighting the condesce, and her corpse is thrown into Roxy’s sprite post retcon, which then merges with Jaspersprite to make Jasprosesprite^2 and which post retcon Rose is herself embarrassed by the inner revelations revealed by this character, who has itself lost all inhibitions due to the animal prototyping

but John never really gets anything of the sort, but in reality, there was a GREAT opportunity for him to have something like this happen to him, early on in the story, that doesn’t actually change much of the story at all

so this is kind of a “what if this had happened instead?” minor AU where some minor details were a little different

because the animal candidate I’m thinking of that could have had something to do with John personally in the above way, already has a great setup for this: none of its own character/personality/dialogue as it was just a programmed toy robot, minimal invasion into the plot (and most only in regards to John’s Dad related things), viewed John as it’s sole master and had a nice clean death via Green Sun explosion in Cascade

and that is the Uber Bunny Robot known as Liv Tyler

and the alternate version John candidate I’m thinking of is the John that got tricked by Terezi into facing Typheus too early and getting killed by him, causing the doomed timeline where Davesprite is from

this John also has a great setup for this, because at first we get exactly 5 or so pages describing what went down in the Doomed timeline, and all of it from Dave and Rose’s perspective, we know nothing of what really happened in that John Typheus encounter, other than “John died and thus was unavailable to help Jade enter the game”, we also get a little bit more later, when we see the Ghost of this John have a chat with a dead version of Vriska much much later in the story. John says there was more to his death than he let on, he died, but not in a fight with his denizen, because he spoke with Typheus, and knew that his death was necessary for his friends to live on, he made his Choice to die, for the sake of the timeline

and because this alternate John and Liv Tyler have a huge chunk of symbolism in common, all of which ties directly back to John, and more specifically, John’s opposite aspect Blood

the first is, the same Liv Tyler Bunny plush was given to John by all three of his friend’s on his same birthday through time shenanigans

Dave gives him the original plush rabbit, which is the actual original rabbit from the one nic cage movie john really loves, when John ecto’s all the babies, he dramatically re-enacts the con air nic cage scene from that movie (reunite with your loving wife and daughter) and gives the rabbit to Rose

Rose in this reality grows up with the rabbit as her own sentimental youthful object, its old and torn growing up with her, so she knits it back together using the needles that John gifted to her and gives it to John on his birthday

John then gives this rabbit to Baby Jade in the same reunite with loving wife and daughter scene

and finally, Jade with her then alt universe penpal Jake, send it back and forth, making robotic upgrades and enhancements and equipping it with all kinds of awesome gear: the Warhammer Of Zillyhoo, the Quills of Echidna, the Royal Deringer, and Ahab's Crosshairs, which match the Strife Specibi of the beta kids. She does this because she foresaw John would be in danger and wanted to send something to help him fight

this rabbit is the literal embodiment of Johns strongest friendship bonds 3 times over, the literal physical manifestation of his Blood

and then Typheus!John is only able to get to Typheus because Terezi through Sollux helped him removed the 3 random objects stuck in his rocket, 3 random objects, that just so happen to be object that appear in Dave’s, Rose’s and Jade’s houses: a cinderblock, a violin and a potted plant

so again, a connection to John’s connection to all 3 of his friends

now here’s where the AU kicks in:

John is still tricked into meeting his denizen early, preserving the timeline with Davesprite and whatnot, however his choice to die to preserve the reality where his friends continue to exist has another part to it

Not only does Typheus allow him to choose to become a ghost to preserve the alpha timeline, but also gives John a sort of challenge, with a potential boon at the end

If John as a ghost can break out of his extra hard dream bubble coma, break out of his memories, remember the choice he made to help save his friends/the timeline, he may be allowed to manifest in a different physical form instead, in order to continue helping his friends/his new alpha self survive the game

all the panels where dead Vriska meets him and helps him to jog his usually hard to jog memory compared to the other ghosts still happen, but the ending is different, because of the extra challenge/boon Typheus gave him. When John remembers fully, he remembers the boon Typheus left him/how to use it, probably something like, a one use portal window thing that transports his ghost back into the physical realm, so he’s kinda in the same state Aradia was as a ghost in Alternia

so he finds somewhere where the uber bun exists, some point before it actually gets to his dreamself on prospit (doesn’t actually matter where)

and then it’s revealed after the fact, that everything Liv Tyler did upon activation at Prospit was actually the choices made by this alternate universe dead spirit version of John

it’s viable because as a robot made by Jade and Jake, it has the ability to potentially house a soul/life, just like Jade’s dreambot for her dreamself (or again, earth version of the tech that Equius made for Aradia, lot of weird Aradia parallels here, but that really only helps this AU) and something that helps is that the bun likely wasn’t built with any way to naturally communicate, no pesterchum in it like lil hal, nor a voicebox, again making a connection to this being a John which has to internally deal with/overcome that he is no longer the “important” John, but this time he’s simultaneously back with all of his friends, and cut off from them at the same time, similar to Davesprite, but also in a having no mouth and must scream kind of way (relating to symbolism of Breath = Speech/communication/mail) being the opposite of his natural element, in an unhealthy place, similar in situation to how Lil Hal was an A.I. copy of Dirk, a heartless version of a heart player/out of their natural element and having to deal with that negative environmental influence

and it helps explain the few things that Liv Tyler seem to do with no direction, like help get Dad’s wallet containing the tumor (which a John would have recognized as his dad’s and picked up anyway) and getting to Dave Rose and helping them (when it’s stated Liv Tyler was supposed to view John and only John as his master, specifically built that way by Jade for that purpose, to protect John)

the package hes in goes through it’s shenanigans like usual, one minor change could be instead of Jack Noir wielding the bunny against the black queen to get her ring in rebellion, he could simply use one of the many regiswords/assassination requests he apparently gives out like candy, like the one he gave to PM, and the bun merely stays in the box until it’s delivered to PM and then John himself and Bun!John recognizes John and becomes his protector

but then you could just make the point in time that Alt!John merges with the bun the point where Liv Tyler’s allegiances switch to helping John from Jack Noir, so the above is just moot anyway

he stays with John for awhile, then fulfills his major mission in helping get the tumor to Rose and Dave and help them to survive/god tier in the correct time and place/again preserve the timeline, fulfilling the idea of him wanting to come back for the purpose of wanting to keep his friends safe/putting his bonds above his own internal state and self to the point of self sacrifice during the green’ sun’s explosion (again, another point for his blood overpowering his breath)

so yeah, you can see, despite all my text it doesn’t actually change much in the plot! the biggest thing could be Jack Noir not using it for the Black Queen (cuz lets be honest he didn’t really need to, his betrayal would have caught her off guard enough to grab the ring) but really just depends on where you choose to do it

AND instead of this flash: https://www.homestuck.com/story/5027 which was more comedic, we could potentially get a string of panels showing what John was thinking and feeling as the Bun Robot, so close and yet so far away from all his friends, completely alone in his own thoughts and with his only motivation being to make sure his friends survive the game, maybe in thought bubbles or code like Serenity the firefly, showcasing the sort of mental descent and depression that John is really prone to, showing how he could end up in a state where he willingly dies for his friends for their sake

I think it’s a great missed opportunity to be honest and at the very least it’s a very neat little AU Idea

and the way it’s set up would be like an awesome shock reveal too

but then also, John is already compared to nic cage so much it’s not even funny

and John himself makes the symbolic connection between nic cage being just like the rabbit “dirty, worn, old, but it’s what on the inside that counts” simultaneously making that connection to himself when he’s inside the rabbit, because it’s bot his outward appearance that matters, what matters is that He’s still John on the inside, still your best friend guys, I’m right here...

and homestuck has a pattern of turning old jokes into new serious content, so it’s not like it doesn’t fit

and if a few panels are thrown in of a ghostly spirit wandering a bit before settling on the bun inside jade’s gift, it can help establish that Alpha John later would become truly intangible and floating through not just earth, but all of homestuck itself

anyway, those are my thoughts for this idea, I think there’s a lot to go on here

the only thing thats not involved are sprite shenanigans, but If I could find a way to involve those then I would :P

maybe instead of dying at the green sun with Dave and Rose he somehow gets thrown into an sprite somewhere and becomes actual RoboBunJohnsprite (even though everything’s taken already and can’t be altered) maybe it can happen instead of Tavris or GCATavris who knows is BunJohn even survives somehow

shenanigans! shenanigans i say

#Homestuck #John Egbert #Liv Tyler

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tylerlamph · 6 years ago

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According to TechSci Research report, “India Monoclonal Antibodies Market By Type (Murine, Chimeric, Humanized, Human), By Application (Cancer, Cardiac/Cardiovascular, Neurological, Others), By Production (In vitro, In vivo), By Biomanufacturing (Originator, CMO), By End Users (Hospitals, Research Laboratories, Others), By Region, Forecast & Opportunities, FY2026”, the India monoclonal antibodies market is expected to grow at a steady rate during the forecast period. Monoclonal antibodies are replicas of a unique parallel cell derived from identical immune cells. The antibodies can bind to a particular antigen as they have monovalent affinity. These antibodies serve as an important tool to detect and purify substances, thus have important end use in biochemistry, molecular biology, and medicine. Growth in demand for personalized medicines and surge in development of therapeutic antibodies is expected to drive the market for monoclonal antibodies through FY2026. Advantages of monoclonal antibodies such as homogeneity, specificity and large-scale production are expected to further boost its growth. The market for monoclonal antibodies is driven by persistent innovation in drug development and discovery and increasing incidences of chronic diseases. The emergence of advanced technologies and launch of innovative products in the biotechnology coupled with growth in the economy is helping in the market growth of monoclonal antibodies. Increasing R&D investment and ease in the availability of various resources used in the research centers are fueling the market growth in the country.

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The India monoclonal antibodies market is segmented based on type, application, production, biomanufacturing, end users, company and region. Based on type, the murine segment is expected to dominate the market share in the forecast period. Increasing number of people suffering from various health disorders is the reason for the growth of this segment in the forecast period. Based on end users, hospitals segment is expected to dominate the market share in the forecast period due to increase in the number of hospitals and healthcare centers in the country. Besides, growing geriatric population is another factor for the growth of this segment.

Novartis International AG, Johnson & Johnson, Bristol Myers Squibb Company, F. Hoffmann-La Roche AG, Amgen Inc., Merck & Co. Inc., Eli Lilly and Company, Biocon Limited, AstraZeneca PLC, Pfizer Inc. and others are some of the leading players operating in India monoclonal antibodies market. The companies operating in the market are using strategies such as product launches, mergers and collaborations to boost their share in the country.

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“India monoclonal antibodies market is expected to register significant growth during the forecast period. The increased importance given to state infection control and management and the growing prevalence of lifestyle-related health issues are the key driving factors for the growth of monoclonal antibodies market in India. The market will continue to grow, owing to amplified public investments for research and technological developments in the country. Improvement in healthcare infrastructure is also one of the major factors for the growth of monoclonal antibodies market. The advancements in genomics research and development activities is expected to contribute to the market growth in the forecast period.” said Mr. Karan Chechi, Research Director with TechSci Research, a research-based global management consulting firm.

“India Monoclonal Antibodies Market By Type (Murine, Chimeric, Humanized, Human), By Application (Cancer, Cardiac/Cardiovascular, Neurological, Others), By Production (In vitro, In vivo), By Biomanufacturing (Originator, CMO), By End Users (Hospitals, Research Laboratories, Others), By Region, Forecast & Opportunities, FY2026”, has evaluated the future growth potential of India monoclonal antibodies market and provides statistics & information on market size, structure and future market growth. The report intends to provide cutting-edge market intelligence and help decision makers take sound investment decisions. Besides, the report also identifies and analyzes the emerging trends along with essential drivers, challenges and opportunities in India monoclonal antibodies market.

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