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yespleasetommyshelby · 4 years ago

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Love in the 21st - Jay Halstead Fic

This is a fic that I had written over on Wattpad, it basically follows the show from season 1 but with my own spin on things... Hopefully you'll enjoy ☺️

Taking a deep breath I looked up at the building standing in front of me, District 21, the most infamous police station in all of Chicago and I was the newest recruit.

Let me introduce myself, my name is Kylie Platt, I'm 27, basic childhood, well, other than my mum died when I was about six after being hit by a drunk driver not knowing my real dad I was left with my step dad and his family, which is where my aunty Trudy comes into it, she's always been my role model, the reason that I became an officer. She's also the reason that I'm stood outside the 21st trying to psyche myself up to enter. I've been an officer for the last 7 years after joining the academy straight out off school and today is my first day at my new unit, intelligence to be precise, I had been working at multiple precincts in New York before coming back to Chicago where I was placed at the 31st but after a series of, lets call them 'unprofessional' arrests I'm being transferred. Aunt Trudy had told me that she was going to pull some strings to get me into her district, although she never mentioned aiming for intelligence, but what the hell, right?

Taking one last deep breath I made my way up the stairs and through the doors immediately spotting Trudy sitting at the main desk talking to a couple of patrolmen, one woman with her brown hair pulled back into a pony tail and a taller, dark skinned man, who I must say looked delicious.

"Hey Trudy." I smiled as I stopped next to the female officer who looked rather exhausted.

"Hey, Kyles, gimme one second." Trudy smiled before switching back to her 'no bullshit' face as I like to call it as she spoke to the others. "You will take the car, and you will like the car, are we clear?" She asked looking between the two.

"You got it Sarge." The guy smiled before turning round and raising his eyebrow at me as if to say 'this is what I've gotta deal with'.

"Kevin Atwater, this is my partner Kim Burgess." He smiled at me as he introduced himself and Kim.

"Hi, Kylie Platt, newest addition to intelligence." I smiled back at them.

"So you're a detective?" Kim asked as she looked me up and down slightly.

"Uh, no, just an officer." I smiled slightly as her face turned slightly offended.

"You two, shift started 10 minutes ago, shoo." Trudy interrupted shooing them away with her hand.

"Wait, Platt as in Platt, Platt." Kevin stopped and turned round looking between me and my aunt with an eyebrow raised.

"No, as in Platter, yes as in Platt now go." Trudy answered sarcastically as she looked at him with her 'I dare you' look. She has a lot of looks, I know.

Raising his hands in defeat Kevin turned and followed Kim out of the precinct, turning round I couldn't help but laugh at the exasperated face of the desk Sergent. "Be thankful you don't have to deal with that all day." She sighed dramatically as she came round from her desk. "Come on, I'll take you up." She said walking up the stairs and buzzing us through the gate.

"Come on Trudy, you love them really." I grinned as she looked down at me like I just told her she should shit in her hands and clap. "Okay, okay, I take it back." I laughed holding my hands up in surrender.

"You're lucky I like you." She muttered sarcastically just as we reached the top of the stairs causing me to laugh a little harder.

"Hey Trudy, this my new one?" A gruff voice caught my attention as an older looking man walked out from what I'm assuming is his office towards the back of the bullpen.

"Ah Voight, this is my niece Kylie Platt and the newest member of your team. Kylie, this is Sergeant Hank Voight, your new boss." She introduced motioning between the two of us.

"Nice to meet you kid." He smiled holding his hand out for me to shake while he scanned over my features briefly, weird, shrugging it off I shook his hand with a 'nice to meet you too'. Just as more footsteps sounded and two other guys and a blonde woman entered intelligence.

"Kylie, this is Jay Halstead, Antonio Dawson and Jules Willhite, guys this is Kylie Platt, the newest member of intelligence and the niece of our very own Trudy Platt." He introduced, Jules shook my hand and the Hispanic guy, Antonio pulled me into a hug, again with a 'nice to meet you'. The younger guy Jay was the one who had caught my attention, he was tall, but not too tall, brown hair and a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, shaking his hand all he said was 'hi' which I returned before Voight's voice caught my attention once more.

"I'll introduce you to Al and Erin when they get here." He said patting my shoulder.

"I'm right here." Another voice sounded as a guy wearing a hat and a scruffy-ish beard wheeled himself round a board on his chair. "Alvin Olinsky, nice to meet ya kid." He smiled shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, do you always hide in the shadows or only when someone new is starting?" I asked with a giggle making the other detectives laugh.

"Trust me, you'll get used to it." Jay laughed taking a seat at his desk.

"Right, I'll leave you in these guys safe hands, be good Kyles." Trudy called as she turned to make her way down the stairs, before she stopped and turned back round. "And I swear, if anything happens to her under your watch, just know that I've got a few hiding places, I can easily fit a body." She threatened pointing her finger at the four men in the room.

"Trudy, she'll be fine, go." Hank reassured her as he patted my shoulder. With one last warning look she was gone.

"I got a potential lead I'm gunna go check out, fill Platt here in on what's going down, I'll be back in a bit." Voight instructed giving me another pat on the shoulder before he left.

"Alright, this is where we'll start." Al said as he wheeled his chair over to an empty desk opposite where Jay was sat. "This is you." He motioned. Taking a seat next to him I flipped through the file quick seeing that it's a case about a Colombian drug lord.

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Voight had been gone for about an hour and In that time I had gotten up to date on the current case file and had met Erin Lindsey, who was glad to have another woman on the team seeing as before it was just her and Jules. We were just grabbing a cup of coffee as Voight charged back into the bullpen.

"This guy, known as Rev, CI says that he's a dealer, so he's where we start." Voight said as he put a picture up on the board. "Halstead, Platt you're up, let's see what you got kid." He said as he nodded at me.

"Sure you're up for this?" Jay asked as he knocked on the door of our suspects apartment.

"I've got this, trust me." I smiled at him as I leant into his side so we looked more like a couple. Voight's idea was for me and Jay to pretend to be a drug addict couple looking to score some heroin.

The door suddenly opens, but only a crack, and a man sticks his head round the door, only it's not the man we're looking for. "What?" He asked uninterested as he checks behind him quickly.

"Uh, hey man, where's Rev?" Jay asked scratching his neck, playing the role.

"He ain't here, what do you want?" The guy asked as he once again checked behind him.

"Baby, you said we could get a hit." I whined pathetically looking up at Jay with desperate eyes.

"I know baby, I will." He said looking down at me before back at the guy. "I come here all the time man, I just need one hit for my girl, come on man." Even though it was fake, hearing him say 'my girl' almost made me blush, it's been a couple hours and I've already developed a crush on this guy, great.

As Jay was talking to the guy I noticed what looked like blood on the bottom of his trousers, squeezing Jay's arm slightly I got his attention.

"Come on, we'll try my guy baby." I sighed pulling on his arm slightly.

"One sec bab-" he started before I cut him off. "No, it's fine, come on." I said slightly sterner so that he knew I wasn't just giving up.

"Alright, alright." He said confused before we both walked away and over the rest of the team who were waiting round the corner.

"What happened Platt?" Voight asked arms crossed as we reached them.

"The guy had blood on the bottom of his trousers, and he wasn't the guy we were looking for." I told him as I looked back over my shoulder. "Somethings not right." I said looking back at Voight.

"Alright." He said nodding. "Let's move in."

#jay Halstead imagine #jay Halstead imagines #chicago pd fic #one chicago pd imagine #jay Halstead fic #love in the 21st One #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd imagines #Love in the 21st

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hermits-that-craft · 4 years ago

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“Never again” never rang so false - Powers Au

Tommy, Ranboo and Tubbo sit in the park, leaning against each other as they eat their lunches. It’s the school holidays, even if Tommy is the only one in the group who do in person schooling, so they all have an excuse to be there in the middle of the day. Sure, they’re cut up from last night’s route, but only getting hit around by normal criminals is better than having to fight the Dream team.

“I told you, there’s no way that Schlatt is going to lose this upcoming election.” Tommy says, rolling his eyes. The trio aren’t talking particularily loud, though they could be - there’s no one in the park, as its not as big as the park a few blocks away, and it’s not exactly safe for children, filled with ponds and streams. A good park for strolling in.

“He hasn’t been able to control the villains that are coming!” Tubbo protests half heartedly. Even with the ability to be louder, none of them dare to have anyone potentially work out their idenities.

“Yeah, but have you considered how he hasn’t called for the arrests of Bench trio?” Ranboo says, a conspiratorial smirk on his face.��“He’s basically sealed the deal - he’s going to win because the public loves them.”

“Yeah but w-they haven’t endorsed him!” Tubbo says, rolling his eyes.

“It wouldn’t be that hard, I mean-”

“Toms?” Fear lurches the trio forward, a startled scream leaving Tommy’s lips, and Ranboo, flings himself in front of the other two teens sitting with him. They turn around, seeing the last three men any of them wanted to see that day.

Tubbo doesn’t recognise them, though its clear who they are. Their identities might have been kept secret, but Tubbo only knows about three people that both Tommy and Ranboo are scared off. Zephyrus, Molpe and Protesilaus. Philza, Wilbur Soot, and Technoblade. New heroes, apparently. Tubbo doesn’t trust it, but he keeps his face blank, a skill carefully crafted after years of pretending not to be Schlatt’s son, to keep these three from killing him.

“Molpe.” Tommy’s voice is hard, but his hand finds Tubbo’s as he shivers. “What are you doing here?”

“Toms, please.” The siren says, squatting down to the trios level. “Call me Wilbur. You’re my little brother.”

“I’m not your anything.” Tommy protests weakly, shaking as he clutches onto Tubbo’s hand. Ranboo isn’t doing much better, shaking with barely contained fear, and carefully concealed rage. “I have new brothers now, and they didn’t kill my real family to earn that title.”

“Mate, you need to come home.” Zephyrus says, and Tubbo can see his wings flare out behind his back, as though he has the audacity to be worried for Tommy. “Phoenix hybrids need people around them and-”

“He’s not alone.” Ranboo interrupts, and the three men’s heads snap to the elder teen. “He’s not alone. We’ve been with him this entire time.”

“He needs elders-”

“He doesn’t need you three.” Ranboo glares, and Tommy smiles in awe. “You three will only fuck him up.”

“This isn’t for you to decide, Lethe.” Protesiliaus says blankly, his ears flicking in annoyance. “It’s for Toms to decide. His real family, or you.”

“I think he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want to go with you guys.” Ranboo growls out.

“Says the child who claimed to want to stay with us forever.”

“Thats was before you tortured me!” Ranboo shouts, his voice breaking. Tubbo puts his hand on the teens back, rubbing it in an attempt to ground him.

“What if we apologise, will you let us back into your lives?” Molpe asks, clearly struggling not to use his powers to make Ranboo and Tommy follow him.

“What if I kill you?” Tubbo snarls. “Will you take no for an answer then?”

“Excuse me?” The ex-syndicate leaders stare at Tubbo, as though he just arrived.

“What if I kill you. Shapeshift into a lion or a bear and tear you three to pieces.” Tubbo says plainly, standing up. “You three dare to threaten my friends, my brothers? Fine, I’ll make you three unable to breath in their direction again.”

“Tubbo, sit down.” Puffy says, walking up behind the three men. “Your father would be worried sick hearing you say that.”

“Auntie-”

“No, nope. You’re not puppy dog eyeing your way out of this.” The heroine laughs, smiling fondly at her nephew “You three go back home, I’ll deal with these three.”

“You’re off duty. Heroes are illegal in Manburg.”

“I’m sure that Schlatt would make an exception for you three.” Puffy winks. “And anyways, I’m off duty. Sam’s waiting for you, go run now.”

“Bye Auntie Puff!” Tubbo says, helping Tommy and Ranboo to their feet.

“Thanks Puffy.” Ranboo sways nervously, clearly ready to teleport away.

“Later Mum!” Tommy says brightly, leaving with Tubbo’s hand in his. A soft vwoop can be heard from where Ranboo was standing, and Puffy turns to glare at the three men.

“We need to talk about boundaries, clearly.” Puffy says, and Wilbur winces.

#mcyt super powers #powers au #dream smp fanfiction #my writing

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thelucyverse · 4 years ago

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Lily | Elizabeth

Elizabeth Alcott is born in a small town not far from England, except she isn't called Elizabeth nor Alcott then, yet. She is born Lily Evans, second daughter to a lower-middle-class nonmagical married couple with a pretty, well cared for house in a nice-enough neighborhood.

Lily's sister Petunia teases her little sister and fights with her, but mostly she plays with her, protects her, and lets everyone know that she is the only one allowed to make fun of her little red-headed sister. That is, until Lily finds other friends, friends in primary school, friends in the park between their neighborhood and the not-quite-so-nice-enough neighborhood on the other side. There's one boy in particular she likes to meet up with, and while Petunia first easily teases her about being in looove, her teasing soon turns more bitter than light-hearted because Lily doesn't seem to have time for her anymore, and Petunia never had an easy time making friends other than her sister, alright, and anyhow most of the things Lily and that Snape boy are doing are just unnatural, alright? Jumping from the swingset and flying, really flying through the air afterwards, letting flowers bloom in their hands and catching more butterflies on their skin than Petunia ever caught in a net. Her sister turns jealous and bitter, and Lily barely notices. Her acceptance to Hogwarts while Petunia stays behind is really just the last straw to break their family ties apart, even if it comes out of the blue for Lily.

Meanwhile, she makes new friends in Hogwarts, girls who share her love for muggle as well as wizarding fiction, other students to study with in the library, but she does stay in contact with her first magical friend, too. They turn to aliases in their letters when Lily writes to him when Sev is at Hogwarts over the holidays while Lily is at her loving home (loving, still, despite her jealous sister), because his house mates shouldn't know he is conversing quite so much with a known mudblood, and Petunia shouldn't know she is still writing to that boy. Lily calls herself Elizabeth, after the heroine in Pride and Prejudice, and Alcott after the author of Rose in Bloom. Both names old enough to fool any pureblood into thinking that Severus is writing to a half-blood at least, while so muggle in origin that it is making Lily smile. The first time she signs with the name, Sev asks whether he can call her Lizzie then, and ends up having to explain about the sister of the author and gifting her another book, 'Little Women', for Christmas (or Yule).

With her friends (or despite them, at times), Lily/Lizzie learns all about magic in Hogwarts, especially the different charms, how they work and what you can do with them in all aspects of life, as well as potions, which are Severus' passion. She has fun, she is a happy child and young teenager, but it cannot stay that way. A war is at the horizon, and everyone in the magical world - adult, student, child - is dragged into it, whether they want to and particularly care for one side over the other or not. Her first friend makes his choices, and she makes her own. She finds new friends along the way, a boyfriend even and his friends are quickly becoming close to her, too, and they all work together in their last months of school and the time after, to fight, to win this war once and for all.

Lily and James were supposed to marry not long after graduation, because when there is a war going on, no-one has any time to lose.

Perhaps there would have been a prophecy made, a child born, a dark lord vanquished and the parents' lives over.

But not in this world, not in this universe.

The good thing about the multiverse and the agents working cross-verse within it is that, when for once a universe opens up at a point in time where they know something bad happens, and they have fought the same fight in a different 'verse before, they can step in and stop it all much quicker than anyone who is lacking that bigger picture. They destroy the horcruxes, kill Tom Riddle, check his followers for compulsions and the like and turn quite some of them over to the local authorities. And the other people, those who fought for the light? Some would just leave them in that dark about what happens, leave the universe again now that the job is done, and in fact quite a number of them do just that. But there is no rule against talking, this isn't a time-travel conundrum but a truly different universe with a different future now, and one or more of the multiverse agents think people deserve to know the truth of what happened, of what could have happened, of why certain people were arrested - Peter Pettigrew hadn't turned his friends over to Voldemort yet and what a different universal of his has done is not a crime he can be imprisoned for, but he has been found out to already pass different information on to the death eaters, and while he has avoided azkaban and has gotten out on parole to do community service, his friends - former friends - are still disgusted with him, and even more so when they hear about what could have been, would have been.

The agents are careful to say that just because someone was evil in one universe, it doesn't mean the same is true here, people are shaped by their experiences much more than their DNA - but Peter is too much the same as the stories about a traitor portray him, and neither the Marauders nor Lily trust him anymore. They can't look in his face, neither can Lily look at Severus, and when one of the multiverse agents offers transport to their home world and planet to everyone willing to leave this world behind in exchange for holding onto a gadget for a year that will make them an emergency contact for anyone in need, a safe place for the injured, a callcenter for the lost, the four of them all readily accept.

Bajor of the universe two-to-the-left of their old one is a beautiful place, with its own conflicts an religions and only few magic workers around, and they find their place there easily, especially James, who wants to settle down after all, to have the wedding now almost a year (not quite, as days and months move different here than on earth) later than planned, to have a child and create a home - and Lily - no, Elizabeth, now, because no matter who she first shared the nickname with, it is hers now, and she knows there might be another Lily Evans elsewhere in this new universe, and she wants a name of her own - Elizabeth says no. There is a whole universe out there - yes, multiverse too, but right now she is more concerned with the fact that there are different planets and such different ways of understanding magic and so many new things that need discovering - why would she ever want to 'settle down'?

They have a talk, and a fight, and another talk, and maybe it could have worked out in a long-distance kind of way, but - it was a relationship born from war and very set expectations, a relationship started in school, the first serious relationship either of them had - and after the third long talk way into the never-quite-as-dark-as-they-are-used-to night on this new planet, they decide to part on amicable terms. Maybe, they think, maybe they will meet up again later, when their life goals align properly again and they find they are still in love... Instead, Jimmy Potter marries a local woman a year later and has a child that calls out "Auntie Elizabeth!" whenever she visits, and it is as if it had always meant to be this way.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth travels far and works hard in a lot of different jobs, psi-null or magical, to afford the journeys to different planets, and then she works on-planet too most of the time instead of taking a proper vacation, because there are always people that need help one way or other, and she is always ready to give it when she can. By the time she is thirty, she has made a name of herself in this universe, though not as much of a name as the dead variants of herself have on their own planets. She is called reliable, strong and ingenious and sometimes pretty instead of a beautiful heroine mother, and she is called so by perhaps the same number of people, just stretched much farther across a universe.

She is still called brave.

When she comes across another agent of the multiverse - of Central, as she now knows - she asks for a job with them, to see even more far-away places, even if some are more familiar to her than she has seen in a long time. She works as a spellmaker at first, to combine magical means and electricity to make inter-universal portals more durable and reliable, but after a few too many occasions where she ends up going with a research and rescue team who come through a portal of hers, she is officially included in their numbers, wearing the tight uniform of the universal jumpers because any excess air between you and the fabric makes it more likely for you to end up nude on the other side of a portal door, when the calculations aren't exactly right. She pulls on a witch's cloak over her uniform, even though she does tend to lose them around the portals more often than not, because the clothing still makes her feel at home after all this time, and because no matter where you end up, a neutral-coloured robe stands out much less than the gleaming high-tech uniform shirts.

Between missions, Lizzie visits Jim and his wife and two children, and her new friend Georgiana she had once helped search a long-lost lover, and other acquaintances from the universe she called home for the second-longest time.

It takes her a while to be comfortable around her home planet again, even in different universes, different lands, different times. It takes her even longer to go back to any kind of Hogwarts, but when she does - over fifty, experienced in a lot of things including disguises but not even really needing one because she is older than Lily Evans here ever got to be, older even than she would be now, and her hair is a darker colour anyway from working with the portal radiation (that no, isn't dangerous, Cleo tested this) and then from colouring it because she got used to it - when she goes back to this old and still so new world, earth, 1990s, Hogwarts after a war the agents have not quite managed to intercept this time, but at least they can help with the aftermath - when she arrives there, she feels a nostalgic shudder of home, but at the same time she knows that her home has long been elsewhere now, not settled down anywhere but in the fast movings of Central, in the groups of people she works with and calls friends, in the stars.

And if she finds a man there who reminds her of an old friend of hers - but not really, because not only is he kinder than her former friend has ever been, but he is also older than she had ever known that other version of him, yet ten years younger than she is now - and they are confused about each other at first, then work with each other despite it, then get to know each other as the separate people they are - and if she falls in love with someone so bound to a world, universe and planet, by his profession and an adopted son (who has her universal's eyes, but not her own), then this time, she knows she can make long-distance work.

She finds new friends there too, when she now spends most of her downtime there instead of with her old friends and ex-boyfriend, in a woman who killed her first husband when he tried to kill her son and then when Central came went on adopting first all the children of her universal versions less loving than herself, then younger versions of herself, too; and in a woman from a universe one to the right who had travelled back in time a number of years, and in a woman she never thought she would ever see a friendly universal-version of but is now convinced that DNA does not shape anyone to be evil -

And Elizabeth Alcott has a wonderful, fulfilled, long life.

#maybe make most of the first part into canon-lily chapter and then extra lizzie part #lizzie alcott #elizabeth alcott #lily evans #what was my tag for her bloody hell #for thelucyverse ao3 #wip #unposted wip #lverse

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kayl943011 · 5 years ago

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I’ll Be Fine (MacRiley Drabble)

Riley swears she heard her heart break. Even the guy walking past her paused and gave her a look of pity before continuing his trek up the stairs. It might be just a look of annoyance, seeing as she was frozen in the middle of the way, but she’s choosing to see it as sympathy rather than indignation. It had been a long week, give her a break.

Mac had been leaning on the railings when Riley was coming up the stairs, staggering to a stop at the look on his face. She had always known that he was ruggedly handsome, with his piercing blue eyes and sharp jawline that could cut; there was never a doubt about that fact. But it can’t clearly compare to how he looks whenever he gets all pensive and broody. Her heart actually ached by how intense and dangerously handsome he looked. And the effect doubled when she saw Desi walking towards him, and how Mac’s features seemed to soften at the sight of her.

She thought she was used to this. She should be already. Seeing it in action every day at work and going home to it every night should have done the trick. But she’s quickly finding out that she’s not. Not by a long shot. The fact that her fists clench at how close they were facing each other or how her breath hitches when Desi reaches out to fix his tie or the way her heart throbs painfully in her chest at the way Mac smiles at Desi, deeply saddens Riley.

But she really can’t find it in herself to hate Desi. It’s not Desi’s fault that she suddenly caught feelings for her best friend. Deep down, Riley knows those feelings were always there, Desi just had the unfortunate role of making those feelings surface. Adding that insightful conversation with Mac and the whole bomb-almost-crushing-her-to-a-pulp and thankfully-a-certain-blue-eyed-angel-saved-her-in-time in Germany in the mix, well, falling was really inevitable.

No, it isn’t Desi’s fault at all. It was hers alone and hers entirely. Because starting from her ‘Sarah Connor’ moment – her brave and fortunate attempt at being the heroine – to the whole journey back to Phoenix after successfully stopping the end of the world, she allowed herself to hope. That maybe he would finally see her, not only as a friend but as someone he could possibly have a future with romantically. Of course, that wasn’t the sole reason why she went with him. Still isn’t; her pride won’t allow her to be that shallow. But there is still that small nagging part of her that wishes that what she had done had nudged a small part of his heart to finally notice her.

Riley can’t blame Mac either. He never gave any indication that his feelings for her were anything more than platonic. Not even a flirty glance her way. It wasn’t his fault that she felt giddy every time he called her Riles or how her whole being warmed at the look of pure relief when he finally saw her again after being separated by Leland. It wasn’t his fault her heart fluttered (inappropriately, mind you) when he held her hand in the middle of a missile attack or how her heart leapt in her throat when he grinned at her in happiness after being spared from blowing into bits. It certainly wasn’t his fault that when he didn’t correct his Auntie Gwen about her being his girlfriend and claimed in his next breath that they were a ‘package deal’, she got her hopes up so freaking high that even Gwen noticed and gave her a sympathetic smile.

Looking at them now, she can finally admit to herself that she never really had a chance. She knows she can never compete. Desi is no doubt made for him. Brains and brawn. The perfect team. And she will never get between that. By the time Mac’s presentation starts and she is seated between Matty and Desi, with the latter giving her a friendly smile that only increases her guilt, her resolve finally broke and she made a decision she should have made a long time ago.

Later, in Bozer’s living room with a cup of warm tea in her hands and the TV muted in the background, Riley acknowledges that running away with just a note on the kitchen table is cowardly, but she refuses to feel guilty about it. Because at the end of the day, she chooses herself, and if that means leaving the comfort of what she considers her second home, then that’s what she’s going to do. And she’ll annihilate anything or anyone that gets in her way of starting afresh. Even if it’s the blue-eyed genius who will always hold her heart.

So when Boxer asks her if she’s alright, she answers, “I’ll be fine.” Because she will be.

#mac x riley #macgyver #angus macgyver #riley davis #angst

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silvia7272 · 5 years ago

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7 ~ Its Costume Change Time.

I kinda lost track of how many I’ve made at this point, (It's actually 10) but I was in a creative mood and wanted to drabble with the information the superheroes have gotten already. I’m excited cause I’m happy with the artwork I made alongside this, so I really hope you like it.

Chloé Bourgeois is like an older version of Hiyoko Saiyonji (From Danganronpa) but one is hated while the other is loved and I don't really get it.

Word Count: 4479

Tags: @queenmj10, @fangirl39, @animegirlweeb, @northernbluetongue, @daminett4life, @raisuke06, @indecisive-mess-named-me, @luleck, @themamaravenclaw, if you wish to be tagged all you have to do is say.

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“Sooooo~ you wanted to see us?” A confused black cat hero pondered as he was on top of a supposedly abandoned building. He had gotten a call from his Lady asking him to meet her and Crisono at this specific location. Apparently, the redhead had seen it whilst circling Paris. He of course came and was reunited with the two heroines.

“Yes, pardon if I may have intruded on any free time you had but I thought since there aren’t any Akuma’s today I should ask for some first-hand information” Chat saw a whiteboard behind Crisono, and finally took notice of other belongings that didn’t seem to fit with the abandoned building appearance. Maybe this was some sort of hangout?

Maybe that meant they could all watch Big Hero 6?

‘Chat focus!’

“It's fine, I wasn’t doing anything important anyway” In truth, he was meant to be practising some piano but that could wait.

“Oh good, I’m glad. Ok, first I would like to know the radius of how far the Akuma’s can go? Whether once someone is controlled will they always be under Hawkmoth’s spell or if distance matters?” A map of Paris had appeared while Chat tried to think.

“We’ve never actually investigated that before, we’re more focused on catching the Akuma than becoming a detective right M’Lady?” She nods as well.

“But I guess when there was an Akuma on a train half a year ago, the train driver was Akumatized and led everyone to space by her own free will, so maybe around there.” Ladybug circled the area of the map she believed the spot could be.

“Ok it’s a start, maybe one day we can go along the tracks and see if we can nearly become Akumatized? Or possibly get a willing volunteer to help us out? But we’d have to take precautions of course. If we can no longer summon a butterfly, then we’ll soon find the radius. That way it could be safer for us as we’ll have an area to work with, to see where the mastermind is.” She sure seemed confident.

“It would have to be on a day no Akuma’s will be sent out, it would take too long to get back to Paris in case there’s an emergency.”

“I suppose if one of us stays behind to keep an eye on matters here that would be fine, or if we have back up for some moments”

“It depends if Master Fū would let us use the Miraculous like that”

“I’m sure it will be fine, as long as it's for a better cause”

“Yeah I suppose you’re right” Chat watched as they negotiated back and forth, it was interesting. He found it almost enjoyable to listen to them talk, this was all so exciting to him, a mystery yet to be discovered.

Although the way they talked… It was like they had been acquainted before.

Before they all knew each other perhaps?

Then did that mean Rosina knew Ladybug’s identity?

“Chat have you been listening!?” A stern Ladybug asked. He was caught, he shrugged and gave a guilty smile to her as she put her hand to her forehead.

“Don’t worry its fine Ladybug. Cheer up. I’m sure we can find Hawkmoth soon, with all of our help combined I’m sure it’ll be a victory.” She pumped her fist out with Chat joining in as well. It was nice to have someone as energetic as himself on the Team now. Who knows, maybe Ladybug could lighten up a bit more and learn to have more fun?

“Although there are other things to go over as well? I may need an account of all of the Akuma’s that have happened, their powers and Akumatized items, possibly a tally chart of how many times they’ve been Akumatized as well. Then there's where exactly they’ve been Akumatized, it may form a pattern pointing to Hawkmoth. Even the centre of the radius could give up a point” She was rambling now, and Chat couldn’t comprehend most of what she was saying because of how fast it came.

“Hold up Crissi, you’re going too fast. And how long have you been thinking of this? Have you done this before?” She looked over to Chat for an awkward amount of time before blinking… Very… Slowly.

“Yes…?”

“That doesn’t sound convincing at all” What did she have to hide?

“Yeah you’re probably right”

“Let us get back to business, shall we?” They spent the next hour coming up with potential plans to do in their spare time.

***

It was afternoon by the time they had finally finished.

They all went their separate ways to rest and hopefully continue further on another free day. She knew it would take a while before she could get an account for every single Akuma that had ever happened.

Hopefully sooner than later, Crisono still had a lot to talk about.

The duo was impressed with her vast knowledge of ideas for this type of thing, she definitely did this before, but with what a black feline couldn’t work out.

Crisono had taken to swing through the buildings of Paris to relax, she had done too much explaining in a single day she needed to stretch herself. Her Aunt had nagged her to teach them more about the analytical side of being a hero… The detective side basically. And she didn’t believe Ladybug and her Aunt would be comfortable in the same room together. So regrettably she had to take on the burden. And it had burnt her out, she sighed as she tried to think of anything she may have forgotten before she spotted someone standing on a rooftop.

‘Is that-? It is!’ She smiled with glee, she was able to see two of her friends in a single day, and not even with school playing a factor.

She glided over near her, hoping to playfully scare her, like a jest she had done to Mari that one time, she still didn’t know why she was so angry with that but oh well, maybe Chloé would appreciate her humour. Oh dear Lord no

But she couldn’t bring herself to.

Not after seeing the same sadness she saw similar to the Luxembourg trip.

“Chloé?” She saw the blonde's eyes widen and look to her, that sadness disappeared and was filled with annoyance.

“What are you doing here- More importantly, how did you get here!” Crisono pointed to her grappling hook before plopping down on the railing, sitting on it. It was extremely cold and uncomfortable, but she was this far already she can stick it out.

“I was out with Ladybug and Chat Noir, since I’m still new here I wanted as much information we had on Hawkmoth and Akuma’s. So, I’ll probably start asking for first-hand accounts from people” She probably shouldn’t be divulging this type of information to a civilian, but she was sure Ladybug wouldn’t mind, after all, they were all friends.

“That won’t work, Akuma victims forget everything afterwards” She mumbled into her arms but Crissi could still make out every word.

“Really, well that’s a bummer. Well~ I still have plenty of ideas left to use” It became silent, and since Rosina hadn’t been in company like ever, she just figured Chloé had grown bored of talking.

“Why did you become a hero?” She was surprised by that question, normally they’d talk about other common teenager things, or as common as Rosina would read about them in magazines.

“Well, my Aunty asked me if I had wanted to become one when we were fighting, err crime. She trained me all my life but always made sure I was safe. I really wanted to become a hero because I wanted people to think of me as a number”

“Huh?” Chloé heard something similar when she reluctantly looked at the LadyBlog after finding out Rosina was Crisono. She mentioned something about numbers, but no one knew what that meant.

“What do you mean by that?” Crisono looked out at the horizon, and for once, Chloé noticed there wasn’t a smile on her face.

“I believe everyone has a number.” She fiddled with her ring, almost playing with it.

“Dedicated just to them, for how many people care for them. The number is solid and cannot be changed. It will be constant for all your life. You may think you have more, but you will acknowledge how true that number is. In truth, I believe I have a low number… Which is why I want to be a number for everyone else.” That… Kinda made sense. Chloé saw how she was still kind to everyone that she met, even to Lila. She gave everyone new to her a compliment, she never seemed angry at anyone of her classmates, even if they wanted to take her away.

“I’ve always known my number to be lower than everyone else's. But that’s because I haven’t interacted with anyone else before now. And I’ve… Accepted that it won’t be higher, but to be someone else’s number, without having to receive anything in return would just be bliss to me. But I know when not to push it.” She stood on top of the railings and started walking around, she was getting antsy from staying in one place.

‘She’s in heels how is she able to walk on something so tiny?’ Chloé thought to herself.

“I get it, you want people to remember you. I kinda thought the same” Crisono looked over to her to let her know she could continue.

“I… Thought I couldn’t be a hero as myself, because no one would’ve trusted me to believe me. I thought because I was still Chloé Bourgeois, everyone would still hate me. But then… When I got a Miraculous, it was amazing, I thought I could be just like her. Like Ladybug. I wanted to try and help people, and I thought I was getting better at it.” She smiled ever so slightly, but it quickly vanished.

“But I blew it. I failed at the first rule of being a hero, I was so angry at my Mother that I exposed the fact I had the Miraculous. And because of my anger and ideals of being a heroine, I put so many people in danger. People could've been hurt but I was more focused on thinking I was a hero than being a hero.”

“Chloé…”

“Because I wanted to be Queen Bee, not Chloé Bourgeois! And I couldn’t even do that.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as Rosina stood in silence.

All she wanted was to be nice but didn’t know how. With everything Chloé had told the redhead, she’d been given everything in her life with the snap of her fingers, if you had that chance what need was there to be nice? At least that’s what Rosina concluded.

So, she hugged her. Causing Chloé to freeze at the sudden contact before slowly wrapping her arms around her, letting it out. Even if she cried for a brief time, she needed it.

“Chloé. I don’t think you need to be Queen Bee to be considered a hero. We can help you. Me, Marinette and Kagami too.” The blonde wiped her eyes, hellbent on stopping this show of emotions.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my friend. No one will believe me, hell I don’t think I could believe myself. I’m utterly ridiculous for thinking I could even be a hero anymore” She argued back, even if they were friends she didn’t know for how long, what if she did something she couldn’t take back, if she went too far because she wasn’t aware of self-control, what if she was left all alone again? What if-

“Chloé, you don’t need powers, or a costume, or money to be a hero. Just do what your heart wants, morally do what's best, we can help you with every step. You’ll never be alone Chloé. Just trust us. Let me help you be Chloé Bourgeois”

She immediately hugged her back, the waterworks flowing down again.

“Thanks, Rosy”

“C’mon Chloé no more tears, we have to be happy so no Akuma’s come and bother us.” She put a finger to her cheek, thinking of a solution.

“I know, why don’t we go flying again?” Before Chloé had any time to register what the younger heroine had suggested, they had already jumped off the building. Chloé screamed before hanging onto Crisono for dear life as said girl made the hovering board, Chloé soon realised she had grown to resent that contraption with a growing passion.

‘Besides, I think I have an idea on how you can be a hero Chlo’

***

“What do you mean it won’t work?” They were both on the balcony at their newfound home. They had to either stay there or go on different roofs after Marinette’s Parents would come into the room unannounced, and as much as Rosina found it endearing, it wouldn’t help the duo if they overheard them being heroines.

“I’m sorry Rosy, it's not that she isn’t my friend. It's just because she revealed herself to all of Paris. Including Hawkmoth. If I gave her Miraculous again her Parents, friends and home could all be targeted. And I couldn’t live with myself if they got hurt for Chloé” Marinette had momentarily stopped drawing as she said the last sentence.

“I guess I didn’t think of it like that. When people have loved ones to consider getting hurt that makes revealing stuff tricker” Marinette gave a confused look before she realised what she meant.

“Trickier”

“Oh? Thanks, Mari” It was silent as they look upon the night view. Rosina thinking of ways to help her friend. To be a hero in and out of costume.

“She is starting to become better, but I doubt Master Fū would allow it to happen again. Chloé would have to make sure she never lets anything slip about her being Chloé or Queen Bee.”

“So, wouldn’t that mean she can have a different Miraculous?” The Silver eyed girl mused, it seemed so simple to her.

“I doubt Chloé would like that either”

“How come?” Turning her head to the side so she knew she was paying attention.

“I saw how happy she was when Pollen was there, it was like she was truly delighted, I did think she was the perfect Chosen for the Bee Miraculous, but now who would take it without Chloé being upset and causing an Akuma-”

“Marinette calm down, you’re thinking too far ahead again!” Tikki insisted, floating up to place both her hands on Marinette’s cheeks.

“Tikki’s right, it hasn’t happened so no need to worry” Rosina was trying to remain positive; she swore she would never attract another Akuma ever.

“Right… Thanks, guys”

“It's too bad you can’t change the costumes, Aunty told me since its magic no one can tell who it is behind the mask so a costume change would be great… No idea why no one knows it's me then?” The bluenette jumped when she heard what the other had muttered out.

“Wait- What was that?” She asked.

“Yeah, no one knows it's me even though I don’t have magic” Thinking that had been what Mari was talking about, she finished with her trademark smile.

“Isn’t your ring magic?”

“I thought it was just a special worm on a string?” She was so confused.

‘So that’s what it was’

“…I meant the other part” Marinette sweatdropped. Her behaviour should’ve been expected at this point, but she was still random.

“Changing costumes?” She tilted her head as Marinette's smile widened. She had an idea.

“Tikki, you said that the Miraculous responds to the Chosen’s wishes of what outfit we have right?”

“Yes?” She was just as puzzled as Rosina.

“Then would it be possible to change it again?” Tikki’s eyes widened.

“Oh, I see yes of course” She nodded in understanding.

“Chloé must’ve modelled her outfit after mine, so maybe if I can change it enough for Hawkmoth not to recognise her then she could be a hero again. Now I have to design until I’ve worked out which one is best. C’mon Rosina, let’s go back home, I’m sure Maman has some cookies for you.” Rosina’s eyes widened before picking Marinette and Tikki up and running straight towards the kitchen.

Boy did she have too much energy.

***

“Ok guys Cya, I need to go” Their redheaded friend enthusiastically waved as they ran off for their fencing lesson.

“Man is she too energetic at times” Marinette sighed.

“You have no idea, I had to pry caster sugar off her at one point” She shuddered as she recalled that memory. They continued talking as they had these past weeks. If you had told the two, they would be friends when they were 10, they would’ve scoffed at you while one would say utterly ridiculous multiple times. But they had changed that. And as they made plans in Chloé’s room they found they were becoming closer, not best friends yet, but they would get there. There was no doubt Rosina was already thinking they were best friends. But what else could they expect from their new friend?

A few hours passed by before Marinette had to get going, something about her Parents needing help.

Chloé didn’t really remember what but she did know one thing.

She was alone.

In her empty room.

And no one was there.

But of course, she was used to it. Besides, she could call them later on… Wait Rosina still didn’t have a phone.

“I know. I declare for my first act of being nice, I’ll get Rosina a phone. She’ll remember the first phone so much she’ll never get rid of it.” She starts looking at phones for her friend. Which one would be the best for her, which had the best reviews, which one was the easiest for her to use considering she doubted she’s ever had one before?

“That one looks cute, ugh this is so boring, I wasn’t made to be a search engine. Ughhhhhh, I want Jean to do this, but it has to come from me… How does anyone do this? I hate my life” She dramatically flopped onto her bed; all the woes of her thumb aching fallen on Death ears.

“Is this a bad time then?”

!!!

“Ladybug! You came to help me wow you must’ve sensed it- Wait! Crisono?” She waved as Chloé stood frozen mid hug from Ladybug.

“Yep, surprise”

“No-no, I can only have Ladybug here I’ll talk to you later, but you have to go” Chloé tried to push Crisono out the balcony. She saw her jump off buildings all the time she wasn’t worried. And like hell was she going to spill her surprise.

“Wait Chloé, I came here on official hero business” She tried to reason.

“Then do it somewhere else”

“It involves you Chlo” She halted her movements.

“Me?” Ladybug took that as an indication to continue.

“Yes, Chloé, it's about your position with the Miraculous. I’m sorry I never really talked to you about it. Crisono talked to me because you felt upset” Chloé glared at Crisono, hadn’t that meant to be a private conversation? However she couldn’t stay mad for too long, she only did what she thought was right. Plus, she was a hero.

A real hero.

“Who said I was upset, I’m not upset. I don’t need to be Queen Bee anymore.” Chloé tried to put on a strong face, but anyone could see through it, it was just they didn’t seem to point it out.

“Think we can talk about it?” Ladybug felt it was weird to have this type of relationship with Chloé, after always fending off her attacks of affection, willingly coming over to the hotel seemed absurd.

So, they talked.

But really talked.

Chloé may not have been the first intended target but she was damn better than the previous one in the long haul.

“I understand Ladybug. I don’t blame you for doing the right thing, that’s why I idolise you so much. You always look out for everyone good or bad.” Chloé waved her hand dismissively even if Ladybug could tell she really wanted to be a hero.

“Chloé, listen to me. I heard about the incident with Lila at your school, and how you’ve changed since you’ve gotten two friends pointing you in the right direction, and how you're treating them fairly. You’re learning Chloé, and I’d like to help too” Ladybug pulled out a box containing something Chloé knew all too well.

“That’s-” She was about to reach out but stopped midway.

“Are you sure? I mean I know I am the best wielder of the Bee Miraculous but why now?” Ladybug smiled. Chloé always had to brag about something even at a time like this. Good, she should be confident, and not change too much to be someone she’s not.

“This will be the start of your test to continue being a hero. Crisono and I will train you to become a stronger hero. In the end, the Master will decide if you can continue or not. But there is one condition” Chloé grimaced as she could guess what it would be.

“I know, I know, I won’t reveal my identity to anyone… But, you do know I know who Crisono is right?”

“Yep she knows, I told her first and its ok. I only let my friends know” Plus Adrian she wanted to add but that would cause an argument about her being careless and this was about Chloé, not her.

“Actually, two conditions” She nodded, whatever it took to be a hero for Ladybug, no for herself. She had to prove it to herself the most before heroing.

“Because you’ve revealed yourself you must change your costume design, I was able to draw a design I think best suits you” She handed the blonde some paper, wow Chloé muttered. Her designs were on par with Marinette, maybe they drew together?

“You have to think of that design once you transform, Pollen has already seen it and knows, once you both think of it, you’ll be able to change it. And you must change your name” The two hero’s smiled.

“That’s actually three things”

“Chloé!”

“Alright chill” She was given the box with her Pollen pooping out. They embraced each other as it had been so long since their last meeting.

“I missed you so much” After a few minutes they began pondering name ideas, each one getting shot down by Chloé herself.

“Ugh, none of these can stand up to Queen Bee! Can’t I just be Queen Bee 2?”

“No Chloé,” Crisono was thinking intently. Scribbles of names on paper were scattered everywhere as none could satisfy the young blonde.

“Wait, what about Sovereign Stinger?” The blonde’s head perked up.

“Having a supreme rank aspect like a Queen, as well as a quality for a Bee … Well?”

“Well I guess it’ll do; I’ll keep it for now before a more efficient name matches my graces” Secretly she loved the name. It was long and was fancy, as if she’d change it, she just didn’t want to seem like she enjoyed it. Another hug ensured before Ladybug had to leave and go back, Crisono copying her.

“Remember Chloé, become a hero you want to be, continue being Chloé Bourgeois.” And they left.

“…She is getting the best phone ever”

***

Chloé was experiencing an emotion she’d never felt before.

Never in her life.

What was it?

It's definitely not because she had found the perfect phone for her friend.

Or that she had a smaller gift for her two friends as well.

Or that this would be the first gift she’s given to them; the hotel didn’t count shut up.

It most certainly wasn’t the fact they were standing in front of her after she pulled them both into an empty classroom.

It sooo wasn’t the fact that she was nervous or anything.

“Well, Chloé? What is it?” Marinette inquisitively asked, Rosina busy standing on the desks with her arms, legs straight in the air.

‘Too much energy’

“Look, Rosina, I know you don’t have a…” She muttered something the girls couldn’t figure out. Baffled for why the girl was blushing so much.

“So… I- ugh, here!” She shoved the gift into the direction of the redhead. Rosina swivelled around to sit on the desk, her Aunt told her when receiving a gift, you must sit properly, or it’ll be rude, and she didn’t want to be rude to her friends.

She pulled a rectangular box out of a pretty bag that Marinette deduced cost a bomb itself.

“A… Phone?” Rosina tilted her head, showing she was confused.

“S-So we can all keep in touch. It’s a bother having to text Marinette every time I want to tell you something so this was a better solution” Rosina would’ve hugged the girl then, but she held up her hand.

“Hold on you haven’t opened everything yet, one of them is for you D- Marinette” She caught herself, thank god.

Marinette took the bag and out came two phone charms. There were three flowers tied in a circle, one blue, one red, and one yellow. Except for the blue on one was bigger while the red remained a smaller size. The reverse effect on the other.

‘They were specifically made for us in mind?’ The bluenette concluded.

“Huh? A charm?” The Silver-eyed child guessed, it looked so pretty, she didn’t know what it was for. But she was sooo going to keep it.

“I thought they'd make the phone look better… Well?” She knew they may not like them, Chloé knew she should’ve gotten the bigger charms, but Jean said these would be better.

“Anyway, it's not like they mean anything, they came with the phone” Marinette would have given a remark back to the girl, if she hadn’t noticed the charm on said girls own phone. She was trying but still didn’t know how to say it, she could see she cared though, otherwise, what would the point in getting all three identical charms?

“Thanks so much, Chlo, I’ve never had a charm before. Thanks!” The redhead hugged the other, the blonde already used to the affection at this point pat her head.

“Yes yes, now get off you’re ruining our clothes.” She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face.

‘Keep up the good work Chloé. I know you can do it.’ She placed her own charm on her phone.

A reminder that these were her friends.

And she was damn sure she would keep them.

***

How do you like it? I wanted to try and give Chloé a steady Redemption Arc but still with her in character, so it doesn’t seem too soon of a change for her, is this good or should she still be different about it. Also, I’m going to upload the picture separately since I think that might seem better and not as many tags.

Question, should I make some art posts for some ML characters? Like just a short story for any character you request. It will give me something to do and I can further develop a character for my story. Up to you, I just need to hone my drawing skills. I kinda forget stuff I’ve already written about, so I think I haven’t stated Rosina has a phone beside the first thing I posted but that one happens in the future.

Also is anyone interested in a final songfic? One last sone for that series to end, it would have Marinette sing the song that was on the piece of paper. Plus plenty of class salt.

Have a nice day.

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frecklesandfanfics · 5 years ago

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7x09

Hellooooo darlings, it’s Thursday! Time for thoughts no one asked for but I decided to share anyway! This is our last episode until August 6 so we must glean what joy we can from following our heroines on Bardo. I have a LOT to say this week.

The time skips during this season are getting kind of old.

Legit fucking crystal giants! But perhaps they’re fake? I just can’t trust anything Anders says or does, but maybe that’s because he’s played by the same actor who played Damien Darkh.

I love Indra. “I’m gone for half a day and you idiots are in a full on war you can’t win?” Also Murphy and Indra are low-key my favorite duo this season.

I just love Levitt. I know he’s vaguely sketchy and will probably turn out to be the worst because that’s how this show rolls but for now I adore him.

OctaviaKru really out here demolishing their sparring partners. Is anyone surprised?

The box between Anders and Diyoza during the fear simulation looks like the boxes Octavia saw when she was trying to remember her time in the anomaly. One was green, one was red.

JR Bourne and Adina Porter KILL their scenes together. I could watch the Russheda and Indra show all day.

Hope’s defiance is going to get her ass killed, and I feel that on a deep level because I am a defiant creature.

There was a lot of hubbub over Echo saying she believes what the Bardoans are teaching and her actions in this episode. However! Echo is a spy, and she’s been a spy longer than Hope’s been alive. She would excel at an exercise in faking loyalty, especially when she’s just aching to get revenge for Bellamy.

Well, this biological weapon certainly will not come into play later...

Alllllllllll aboard the good ship Levtavia! Is this psychological warfare? I love them together if it’s not. If it is, damn y’all, that’s cold as ice. Also, I thought it was interesting that Levitt is Level 11. Does that mean he’s brainwashed and all of his actions towards Octavia are just to further the cause? Because when he slid across the floor and took her in his arms after Bellamy “died” -- that didn’t seem like the actions of a brainwashed man?

So everyone’s confessing to not being prime! I love this! Russheda’s little grin as he breaks all of their hearts. Excellent.

Murphy says he’s not the hero type but all he does this season is hero bullshit. Saving kids, protecting Madi, making plans to get in and stop the hostage situation, covering Emori’s body with his own. I 100% think he might be a goner this season because his hero arc is nearly complete.

Hope’s really out here ready to torch the oxygen farm. Did she get that idea from Auntie O’s bedtime stories?

So, Echo could kill Hope, but Hope couldn’t kill Diyoza. Diyoza could kill Hope--her own daughter?! And Octavia--Auntie O--how could you?! You told Bellamy you understood his sacrifices because you loved her so much. I thought about this for a long while, especially Echo’s little smirk at the end, and I wonder if this was actually the plan all along between the three of them--to do whatever it took to convince Anders they were on his team, so they could choose Hope’s punishment, and then send her to Penance where she would be safe. If you remember he had originally said they would die if they didn’t pass the tests.

So Indra thought that the Sanctum people were going to kill Russheda. Why would she be so naive? This is the darkest commander who ever existed. Of COURSE he would kill them all instead. Of COURSE Wonkru would immediately bow.

Okay, so, we’re set up for the latter half of the season. I’d better see some main cast deaths, who we are actually fighting the last war against, Bellamy and Clarke, and Russheda wreaking some fucking havoc.

In short: Echo is suss, Levtavia sets sail, Murphy needs a cape and a Batcave, Indra doesn’t think things through, Hope continues to act like a teenager who got her phone taken away, and Anders serves lewks. Oh, and #BellamyBlakeWatch2020 continues indefinitely.

#the 100 spoilers

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onpagetwentyone · 5 years ago

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SUSTAINED (Legal Briefs #2)

Emma Chase

PUBLICATION DETAILS

Audiobook, Unabridged

Published August 25th 2015 by Simon Schuster Audio

SYNOPSIS

A knight in tarnished armor is still a knight. When you’re a defense attorney in Washington, DC, you see firsthand how hard life can be, and that sometimes the only way to survive is to be harder. I, Jake Becker, have a reputation for being cold, callous, and intimidating—and that suits me just fine. In fact, it’s necessary when I’m breaking down a witness on the stand. Complications don’t work for me—I’m a “need-to-know” type of man. If you’re my client, tell me the basic facts. If you’re my date, stick to what will turn you on. I’m not a therapist or Prince Charming—and I don’t pretend to be. Then Chelsea McQuaid and her six orphaned nieces and nephews came along and complicated the ever-loving hell out of my life. Now I'm going to Mommy & Me classes, One Direction concerts, the emergency room, and arguing cases in the principal's office. Chelsea’s too sweet, too innocent, and too gorgeous for her own good. She tries to be tough, but she’s not. She needs someone to help her, defend her…and the kids. And that — that, I know how to do.

RATING

5/5

REVIEW

So, scribd is free for a month, and your auntie, being on quarantine decided to grab that opportunity and download all the audiobooks she feels like reading (or listening to, in tha case). Of course, I've been dying to listen to SUSTAINED by Emma Chase now so this is the 1st audiobook I listened to and man, isn't Sebastian York's voice perfect for my husband, Atty. Jake Becker?!

And that is the reason why I decided to write an audiobook review of Sustained by Emma Chase because why not? Right? right.

Jake Becker is a criminal defense attorney in Washington, DC. He’s a big guy, intimidating (in a hot and sexy and handsome kind of way, oh, goodness, I’m in love with him), callous and cold. He’s a kind of kid who knows how to win his fight. He’s also a no-time-for-complications kind of guy that why his life turned upside down when he met Chelsea McQuaid and her six nieces and nephews. Chelsea McQuaid’s brother and his wife died in a horrific accident and they left their SIX kids under Chelsea’s care. Chelsea is one of the strongest heroine out there. She’s independent, feisty and an extra ordinary woman. I’m just floored by her strength to be there for the kids while she’s also grieving.

Chelsea and Jake is just the best team. I love how Jake’s life went from being the “no-time-for-bullshit”, “I-need-to-know”, the “let’s-keep-it-casual”, the “every-man-for-himself” kind of guy to being a family man, which means going to Mommy & Me classes, One Direction concerts, the emergency room, and arguing cases in the principal's office. It’s the perfect kind of chaos and he won’t change a thing.

Sustained is really one of the best NA books out there. It’s not just about love. It’s about family, grief, and covers sensitive topics such as abuse which made me appreciate it more. Emma Chase writes the best Male POV books, so if you love books written in Male POV, go and do yourself favor and grab this book because you’ll love it.

It’s a total page turner, despite of being busy at work, I managed to finish this book in one sitting. Sustained is so cute, sweet, funny that made me laugh my ass off in the middle of the night. It’s hot and sexy and a total perfection. This is the 1st and only book (so far) that I’ve read in three different formats. I have an audio book (from scribd) I’ve got a copy in my kindle app and a paperback in my shelf.

Can’t wait to listen to other books!

#BOOKS #bookreviews #book review #booksp #audiobooks #audiobookreview #booknerd #bookblr #booklrph #bookblrph #Emma Chase #Legal Briefs series #Sustained #Jake Becker #Chelsea Mcquaid

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Hyia!!! So the other night i was listening to the RWBY soundtrack again when i noticed something. I know that "Not Fall in Love With You" was originally a blacksun song, but i noticed that it could fit rosegarden as well!! What are your thoughts? (Ps I'm a huge fan of your blog and i fell deeper in love with rosegarden due to your analysis)

Hiya Reader! Thank you very much. Pleased to meet you fellow Rosegardener and glad you enjoy my blog and my RWBY content. Appreciate it fam.

Aah yeah, I remember this song. It’s such a cute theme that I wish the CRWBY would bring it back for a later season. I know it was part of the V2 soundtrack but I would love it if they simply used this song as a cute background theme to play while a pairing is out and about y’know what I mean. Like imagine the Rosebuds out exploring Atlas together and this theme—or at least a new rendition of the theme is what plays subtly in the background while we get scenes of Ruby enthusiastically dragging Oscar all around Atlas and the two kids just genuinely having fun enjoying the sights and each other’s company.

For me, I’m slowly falling in love with the concept of us watching the RoseGarden friendship and relationship bloom mainly through Ruby. I know this might seem impossible but I think it could be pretty cute and amusing at the same time to watch Ruby slowly realize she might have a crush on Oscar. Like imagine it even playing into her Silver Eyes somehow. I know it is stated that a Silver Eyed Warrior’s ability to summon their power is determined by their desire to preserve life by protecting others and is strengthened by one’s happiest memories with their loved ones. When Maria first helped Ruby back on Brunswick Farms, she told her to think about the people who loved her and the way they made her feel.

Basically she told Ruby to think about the bonds she shared with her friends and family. And that’s exactly what we glimpsed even more in the finale. Ruby thought about her friends. But what I found very interested in that there was a more highlighted batch of memories for the people who I figured inspired Ruby the most.

Featured in those memories were Penny, Qrow, Maria, Oscar and of course Summer Rose.

It was Ruby reconnecting the loving memory of her beloved mother that finally helped her to summon her power. I guess the point I’m attempting to make here is that love will be Ruby’s key strength as her Silver Eyed Warrior. It would be pretty interesting to see Ruby’s powers being affected based on how she feels about the person or people she’s think about when using her eyes.

Like imagine Ruby realizing that she may have feelings for Oscar when the very thought of him and the way he makes her feel specifically affects the way how her power works somehow. I’d like to think that there is more to the Silver Eyes than what we got in V6. There’s still stuff left in the air about how the power functions and who it affects. But…for now this is just a small wee hunch based on a thought.

I’m so used to Ruby Rose being a leader or the voice of reason or the spark of hope character as our main protagonist that just for once, I’d like to see the show take Ruby and put her in a scenario where she’s just allowed to be a teenaged girl. A normal girl with normal knees.

The closest thing we got to that was the ball episode where we got to see Ruby attend a dance in all her socially awkward splendour. We all know Ruby Rose is a fearless heroine on the battlefield. However the ball episode, at least for me, was the first time I didn’t see Ruby as a huntress. I saw her as a regular teenaged girl and seeing her become all awkward at the dance as opposed to her fearless confidence when fighting was fascinating to me.

I hope we can get more moments like that for the Atlas Arc in V7. Since Atlas is supposed to be the most secure kingdom at the moment, it’ll probably provide the heroes with chance for some well-deserved downtime; the most they’ve have since Beacon Days. More chances for them to just go out and have fun.

I’m hoping that opportunities like that would lead to the RoseGarden friendship continuing to flourish more. Ruby and Oscar have been shown to be quite protective and supportive of one another when danger and tensions arise. Now I’d like to seem that aspect of their friendship be adapted outside the battlefield. I’d love to see these two honest souls hang out and just enjoy each other’s company without the threat of the Grimm or Salem looming over their heads. This could present a chance for them to really get to know each other better.

Who knows? Perhaps we can finally have Oscar discuss his family and past for a change.

Perhaps we can have the Rosebuds opening up about their home lives with Oscar mentioning his life back on the farm in Anima with his Auntie Pine and Ruby bringing up her life on Patch with her sister, father and her mother. I think it could be nice if Ruby brings up Summer during another talk with Oscar. As we saw from the V6 finale, Ruby’s talk with Oscar back during the dojo scene from V5 meant a lot to her.

While we didn’t get any more classic Rosebuds bonding talks in V6, I hope this is made up for in V7. I’d love more moments of Oscar and Ruby just talking to each other about stuff. Who knows? Perhaps the two of them just talking could spark something more between them.

I’d like to think that the Rosebuds are pretty even steven when it comes to their mutual respect, interest and support of one another. From V5 V3 to V6 V4, we received a lot of moments highlighting Ruby being there for Oscar and that gesture was reciprocated in Oscar this season too.

So if a spark of love is to be ignited at all, I feel like it’ll be during a moment where Ruby and Oscar just talk to each other again and when they least expect it, they’ll both get unexpectedly bitten by the love bug. But neither will know what this feeling means until later on.

I can definitely see Ruby and Oscar having a conversation where the topic of romance gets surprisingly woven into the discussion and it becomes a true eye opener for the both of them, especially Ruby since it’s the first time she’s ever had a talk of that nature with anyone. Not even her fellow female teammates on Team RWBY. Not even with Nora during Ruby’s time with Team RNJR to the point that it amazes Ruby how effortless it feels to talk to Oscar about those kinds of topics without it feel weird.

I want the Rosebuds to share the type of friendship where it’s easy for Ruby to discuss anything with Oscar—even girl-related things that she’d expect a boy like him wouldn’t understand. But much to Ruby’s surprise, Oscar does get it in more ways than one.

The best RoseGarden moment in the series was a scene where the two just talked to each other with Ruby coming clean about her feelings. I’d like to think that her talk with Oscar from V5 was what finally differentiated Oscar from Ozpin in Ruby’s eyes and was what solidified him as a dear friend to her.

So it’d be pretty sweet if it’s another heartfelt heart to hear moment with Oscar that sparks feelings for both of the Rosebuds. Although it’s only a hunch for now, I think that idea could be quite nice.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

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lovemecharlie · 6 years ago

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Pimp Pimp Hooray

Quick blurb.

Charlie went down the line of women in the living room, fixing lace fronts and adjusting thongs. A little baby oil on one.. lotion on another. Then she turned to the line of men to her left.. baby oil, glitter, lotion, adjust their briefs. Perfect. She took high def photos of both lines and then individual photos of them all, six men and six women. Vita happened to walk by looking for the baby who was in the sling on Charlie's chest.

"I've come for my child," she said, waiting. Charlie unswaddled the sleeping baby. N'Jada was so well behaved at times that Charlie should nearly forget the girl was on her chest. She gave her a light kiss on the forehead before handing her over.

"Auntie Vita is gonna take you for a bit," Charlie whispered gently. N'Jada hardly reacted she was sleeping so good.

"What nonsense is going on and can I join," Vita joked looking at the half naked bunch standing around.

"I don't think you'll want to. I'm trying to be a pimp but a fair and high class pimp and these are my employees. We're gonna contact some bigwigs and moguls.. and see who bites. We just got everyone tested and three have herpes but that's not a big deal. No one had gonorrhea or anything like that." She turned back to the group. "You guys can put your clothes back on we got the photos."

"Well.... I'll let you... get back to it." Vita turned slowly walking away with raised brows while Charlie waved.

"Bye Jada," she whispered.

"It's N'Jada," Vita called back.

"She's not old enough to say it," Charlie mused. She liked omitting the N especially when Erik was around.. just to annoy him.

The night came and the pool was hopping with guests as trap music blasted. People in diamonds and designer outfits were everywhere, models in the pool. The event was catered by the kitchen with shrimp cocktail, trays of hors d'oeuvres, and an open bar.

PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE WHORES DRUGS a sign said. Charlie knew that many of the partygoers did heroin, coke, and had pills and weed, but she was serious to the point of hiring security about her employees remaining sober during work. They could drink and do whatever after.

Charlie was charging a $5,000 fee at the pool house entrance for anyone who wanted to get in and partake in the orgy with her 12 babely employees, which she'd paraded at various times through the night. $2,000 for 40 minutes with one. 12% off the top she took for herself and the rest of the money was split between the twelve.

When the party was over, Charlie and her team were happy with their profits. She let them get drunk and party amongst themselves because it was only Friday and Saturday would be even busier.

#the kompound #charlie #erik killmonger #fics #erik killmonger x oc

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boloorsportsmania · 5 years ago

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#776 BoloorMovieMania rocks !!!!

Holiday season and visit to theatre to watch a movie is part of our family tradition now. Its time to share some funny memories related to it.

Year 1985. Month July. 2 movies had released which was making news. Ram teri Ganga Maili was released which was a Raj Kapoor movie. It had great reviews but was marked “Only for Adults” due to some obvious scenes of new comer Mandakini. Another movie was an old Kamal Hasan movie Kalyanaraman which was released again. Mom and dad wanted to see the former and Seema the later. They left me in my neighbours house and went to watch the movie. Seema went with her friends. Our neighbours had 2 kids of almost my age, Rohit and Roshan. They all left for movie at 3 PM. I played cricket with Rohit and Roshan till 6 PM and played some indoor games till 8 PM . When mom, dad and Seema returned, I shouted at them asking why they came so late. They told movie was a long one and had some silly reason to explain. I was filled with anger as they didn’t bring any chocolate for me as well. Prema aunty who was our neighbour went to her kitchen and got 4 chocolates. I settled down post that

Year 1985. Month August. I was in 3rd standard. Life was normal as usual. St Charles school had its charm. We used to have cricket matches played during PT period which was so much fun. Class teacher was Agnes. She was a bit strict but was amazing in teaching. Her son Lawrence was studying in our class as well. We had created 2 teams within our class. Tinu Thomas was the captain of one team and Ashit the other. We played best of 3 matches. Each team had won 1 match. I did fairly well with ball. I had a short runup but could generate good speed with the tennis ball. I was used as death bowler by my captain Ashit. We both were very close friends on and off the cricket field. His dad was a doctor who was a very good friend of my dad. Final match was scheduled during mid of August. I was thrilled and waiting for the match to start. Me and my sister Seema used to visit home for lunch. It was about 10 min walking distance. One fine day, when we were having lunch, mom and Seema told me in chorus to bunk the 2nd half of the day. I literally stopped having food. My hand frozen between the plate and mouth without an inch moving on either side. I was shocked more than surprised especially when mom asked me to do this. She used to be pretty strict. I just focussed on my lunch till it got over. Post that I told mom that teacher would scold if I bunk the class as Agnes madam had kept unit test the same day as well. Another reason was that final match was about to be played as well. I didn’t want to miss that at any cost.

I finally asked the reason to bunk class. Mom smilingly told that we all need to go to watch new Movie Meri Jung. After the previous month incident, they didn’t want to leave me alone. I used to understand hindi as it was our 2nd language in school. I told instantaneously that Agnes Madam would have real BATTLE (meaning of Jung) with me if I bunked. They were not in mood to listen. I was more upset as I would miss the match. We took an auto and moved towards the theatre. We had to go via school to reach theatre. I recall hiding behind the auto seat so that nobody from school could watch me. Movie was fun. I loved it then and watched it multiple times later as well. Anil Kapoor was simply brilliant and so was Amrish Puri. Whenever we watched movie, rest of the day would just be spent in reviewing the movie. I didn’t want the next day to come at all. It started of by Ashit staring at me. He asked why I didn’t come to school. He was upset I couldn’t be part of the match. It took some time and infact a couple of days to cool him down 😊 . Agnes madam called me and asked the same question. I told that I had loose motion. She suspected that I was lying. She told again to tell the truth else she would punish me. She wanted to set an example that no kids should take leave for silly reasons. I again told that I was unwell post lunch. She stared at me just like Amrish Puri stared at Anil Kapoor in court scene of Meri Jung movie. I was let go after that. I settled down. I was never so scared in school . “Zindagi har kadam ek nati jung hain son” haunted me for rest of the week. That song of Meri Jung movie looked like it was made just for me .

Year 1995. My XII standard exam was about to get over. Before going for final exam, I told all at home that lets go to watch Bombay movie by Mani Ratnam once I come back. I told Seema if she could go to theatre and book tickets. She and her friend Ganga went to Urvashi theatre. They found out that tickets were sold for next one week. Seema’s friend Ganga was pretty gutsy lady. She grabbed Seema’s hand and went inside the theatre. When watchman asked , Ganga told that she knows owner of the theatre. Watchman got a bit scared and opened the door. They directly went to main office room. They both asked for 4 tickets without a blink of the eye. Officer gave it without blinking his eye as well. We watched the movie later that day during night show. Movie was great but the way Ganga and Seema grabbed tickets still brings a smile to my face.

Since then, almost after every year’s final exam, I watched some movie or the other. I didn’t watch any movie when I was in XII standard. But post engineering entrance exam , I watched 17 movies in 2 months. My dad’s record was even bigger one. During his college holidays in Bangalore, he watched 30 movies in 30 days. Infact He has even watched 3 movies in a day. He used to have poster of yesteryear heroine Sadhana in his hostel room. He used to say that all his college mates used to come to his room to have a look at Sadhana’s poster before every exam. Mom was a huge Dharam fan during her college days. Seema started watching movies with friends right from 4th standard onwards. Even 2 days before my marriage, I took my cousins to watch Swades. Mom and dad laughed at my idea but didn’t say a thing as they knew its in the blood. We the Boloorians area a crazy gang. We study when we study but when we watch movie, literally ghost gets into our bodies and soul.

As far as this holiday season goes, its HUD HUD Daabang. Keep rocking !!! KAMAAAAL karte ho BOLOOR ji 😊

#boloorSPortsMania #BoloorMovieMania

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screwbait71-blog · 5 years ago

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The rise of the viral drag queens

Derry Queen takes the stage in a laced leather corset and a black skirt. He begins performing a traditional lip sync to Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi." And then things turn sour. An edited sound bite of Anderson Cooper declares that "Derry is a top," a term in gay culture that, well, you can look it up, and Derry runs from the stage in shame. "I'm not a top!" he protests as Britney Spears's "Piece of Me" plays him off and performers posing as paparazzi snap photos of him. The piece plays well to a sold-out audience packed shoulder to shoulder. Two men circle Derry and lift him over their heads as fake blood runs from his mouth. He's met with a standing ovation.

The theatrics of Derry's variety show transcend traditional expectations of drag. His show includes acts ranging between stand-up and sketch, all of which take him at least a month to churn out. Many of the acts rely on gags and pranks pulled on the audience to engage interest. Sound bites are perfectly edited to sync with videos, dubbed over and remixed to present surreal, larger-than-life conceptual pieces that usually stun the crowd. This is a rising form of art that incorporates Internet lingo, social commentary, and pop culture references into one drag number.

In Chicago, where both the gay and comedy communities thrive, it's no wonder there's been an artistic shift in the city's drag comedy scene. Decked out in inflatable outfits (some representing Internet memes) and extreme stylized makeup, drag queens are going to incredible lengths to make each performance a fully realized stage number, embellished with a story line, backup dancers, and acrobatics. Acts have progressed from stand-up and lip-synching to routines that rely heavily on visuals and, most importantly, viral videos and sound clips. The use of Internet culture, which also includes well-known Vines and news- related segments, makes the acts relevant to a younger audience. This is an experience, not just a performance.

"People are drawn to things they recognize right away," says Derry Queen, whose "Derry Queen's Big Queer Variety Show" runs monthly at the Hideout. "Using a sound clip you recognize or mirroring motions from a video is what gets people's attention. That's what's getting popularized right now in the Chicago drag scene."

Chicago's pageant-drag roots have grown outward to intertwine with comedy and Internet culture. Costumes are still campy, but it's no longer a beauty contest as much as a "who can do it all" contest. Queens must stay relevant, look amazing, have an individual stage persona, and sing and dance. They take on difficult tasks, such as LO-TI-ON's re-creation of the Boston Dynamic robot dog (by moving back and forth with another performer inside a cardboard cylinder spray-painted silver). Leaning on well-known pop culture references eases some of the pressure of trying to connect with an audience. The performance may flop, but at least everyone will enjoy it.

"When you see a drag mix, which is a wide variety of performance in one number, is usually when you see online viral sensations," says Derry.

With an endless amount of resources, incorporating viral content can be a curse as much as it is a blessing. As with SNL, comedy queens must stay on top of the game to remain relevant.

"What's hard for comedians today is that there's so much new material coming out," says Auntie Heroine, a queen who runs the monthly all-ages drag show "Auntie's Treasures." "People still talk to me about their favorite number of mine when I did Melania Trump, which was right after the inauguration. Then RuPaul released Aquaria doing a Melania bit two years later because they had filmed it when it was superrelevant, [but] nobody cared to see it. In general, our culture, since everything is there and it's available, we have such a low attention span." As someone who hosts a monthly drag show and travels the country to perform, Auntie knows that remaining relevant is key to maintaining interest.

Drag, like most things in our culture now, is moving toward relying on summarizing ideas through video. Not only must a performer capture an audience's attention onstage, they must do it online as well. Recently, the multimedia production company Rowdy House teamed with Chicago drag celebrity Aunty Chan to create "The Real Dragwives of Chicago," a sketch featuring staged drama between five local comedy queens: Aunty Chan, Maureen SanDiego, Bambi Banks-Couleé, T Rex, and Saltine. In its first day online, the video attracted nearly 3,500 views.

"With the Internet now you see drag queens being a part of a viral sensation, at least in the queer community," says Derry. "It might not necessarily reach everyone, but the comedy that people are doing now is reaching more people because it's on the Internet."

The new audience for drag is 16 to 30-year- olds who have grown up with the Internet and RuPaul's Drag Race. And some people who first came out to see drag queens perform found a community they could be themselves in. Though the LGBTQ community has become more accepted by mainstream society in recent years, the Internet is still a home and a safe space where people can connect and talk to others who also feel ostracized during tumultuous times. For some young people, it remains the only outlet they can find.

"I run an all-ages show, but it's difficult getting people out there," says Auntie Heroine. "The teen queen community does a lot of video content. They have their own drag races, and they're almost exclusively online because there's nowhere to do it."

This becomes what people recognize and know. It's how the LGBTQ community invites people into conversation, by meeting pain with laughter. The energy is infectious and it's what transforms online followings to people coming out to see a live show. It's what packs Derry Queen's show at the Hideout, where people sit knee to knee in folding chairs watching a drag number in which Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob SquarePants seduces a dollar bill to "I Can Hear the Bells" from Hairspray. The familiar nostalgic attribute of this very queer performance leads people through the door between the world of mainstream media, where they feel like outsiders, to one of mashed-up pop culture, where they realize they belonged the whole time. It's a home people might not realize they needed until they see what's on the screen, moments of their childhood that make them feel safe. v

Source: https://www.chicagoreader.com/chicago/drag-queens-comedy-internet/Content?oid=71089514

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