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gospelofthechosen · 5 years ago

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story: Dean had started it. Or maybe Kat had. In the end, it didn’t matter who had started it. Only who got the final word. Because Sam was right: This prank stuff is stupid, and it always escalates. summary: Someone’s been messing with Sam’s laptop... word count: 2.3k warnings: language, alcohol, references to porn a/n: Happy anniversary to Gospel of the Chosen! This is a short mini series between Act I and Act II. Love and miss my kids, love and miss all of you.

Kat was on top of the world. After a week on lockdown at Bobby’s, two days trapped in the car with the Winchesters, weeks under Ellen’s watchful eye at the Roadhouse, and days crammed in the Impala before that, she was finally, finally alone in her own car.

After their faux-family dinner, they’d stayed at Bobby’s for a few days. Kat would never admit it, but she’d been a little nervous. She’d been to the house on more than one occasion, and spent enough time talking to Bobby to feel comfortable with him. At least, she was pretty sure that he’d dropped the threat of kicking her into next week for hurting the boys. But spending downtime at Bobby’s felt different.

Singer Salvage was clearly home to Sam and Dean. Sam helped himself to any books in the library, and Dean spent most of his time out in the yard working on his car. At night, they all drank beer and watched old cowboy movies on Bobby’s crappy TV. Kat excused herself as politely as she could. She could still hear their laughter and light-hearted arguing from the spare bedroom where she stayed curled up with her laptop. She might’ve learned all the ins and outs of Bobby’s linen cabinets and kitchen drawers, but she didn’t belong here. She desperately wanted to escape out on a case, but that wasn’t exactly the deal she’d made with Castiel. Sam and Dean were her bodyguards now. So she just had to suck it up and deal until their batteries were recharged and they were ready to hit the road.

Sam had obviously picked up on her discomfort. He tried to bribe her with bagels and burgers, whiskey and wings. Most afternoons she’d sit with him in the library just so he’d stop annoying her. All of Bobby’s manuscripts and notes were very interesting, of course. But it wasn’t exactly her idea of light reading. She wasn’t interested in diving into thousands of accounts of pain and misery without an objective. She just wanted something to do.

Bobby had been the one who’d come to her rescue.

“Here,” he’d said on day four, shoving one of his duct-taped phones into her hands. “Answer it, deal with it, make a note of it. Aliases are labeled on the wall, so just make sure you don’t mix ‘em up.”

“Mike Kaiser?” Kat asked, peering at the note over the FBI receiver. “I’m not a bad actress, Bobby, but I don’t think I’m that good.”

“Just say you’re my secretary and take a message. Or better yet, tell them DC has jurisdiction and they can shove their complaints right up their own ass.”

Kat raised an eyebrow at him.

“Usually works for me,” he offered with a shrug.

It wasn’t exactly a shocker that it didn’t work for Kat. Men in high government positions didn’t take kindly to being told to go fuck themselves by an uppity secretary. Kat didn’t have a real job she was worried about losing, but the last thing she needed was for some fed to file an HR complaint about a woman who didn’t exist and blow some hunter’s cover. So she used her most polite tone for as long as she could, and practiced drawing devil’s traps from memory while the bureaucrats droned on about stolen cases and career integrity.

“Of course, Agent Sadusky,” she said sweetly, on one of their final afternoons. “I’ll pass on the message. And if Assistant Director Kaiser thinks it’s worth a response, he’ll give you a call.”

She hung up before the man could reply.

“Don’t hold your breath, asshole.”

“You good?” chuckled Sam as he wandered into the kitchen. “You look uh…”

“Murderous?”

“Frustrated.”

“Yeah, well that’s not a surprise,” Kat groaned, wiping her eyes. “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but sometimes I’m glad we’re not actually working for the federal government.”

“I’ll drink to that.” He passed her a beer from the fridge, which she took gratefully. “Which one’s worse? Working for the feds or working for Ellen?”

“Ha. Tough call. Hunters tip, but only if you let them brag. At least the feds can’t see me rolling my eyes over the phone. They also can’t grope me, which means I don’t need to assault someone every couple hours.”

“That’s a downside?” Sam asked cheekily. “But you love kicking the crap out of guys.”

Kat frowned thoughtfully, but gave it to him.

“What about you?” she asked, returning the phone to the hook. “What are you up to?”

“About to make a supply run. You need anything?”

“Nah, I’m good. But if you’re going out, can I borrow your laptop? I got a call about some bodies in Florida. Might be a case.”

“Hey, knock yourself out. Just don’t work too hard.”

He jogged out the front of the house without a second thought. Kat waited until she was certain he was gone. Then she wrapped up her notes from the phone and moved into the library.

She settled herself behind Bobby’s desk, feeling even more out of place than she did in the rest of the house. She tried not to think about how ornate the desk was, or how old the papers and books on top were. All she needed was Sam’s laptop, and her tiny case notebook.

The call she’d gotten hadn’t been from a hunter. It was something more of a tip line Bobby had set up, where feds and cops he’d worked with in the past could call with their questions. Kat had spoken to a very concerned deputy who had was dealing with a pile of bodies. All women, all heartless, all buried in shallow graves in a park. Kat would have assumed werewolf, if it weren’t for the graves. They didn’t often double back to hide their victims. It very well could be a run of the mill serial killer, but she wanted to do some research before she passed on the case. And possibly take the asshole out anyway.

It was an hour or two before anyone interrupted her.

“What’s the word, Tinkerbell?”

“Beer,” Kat said without looking up. “Gonna need another word.”

“Please.”

The fridge clinked, and a few seconds later a bottle dropped into her vision. She accepted it wordlessly, still scanning the crime scene pictures in front of her. There had to be something she missed.

“Whatcha working on?” Dean asked, peering over her shoulder. “Yeowch. Eat your heart out.”

“It’s not a werewolf,” she muttered, more to herself than him. “Wrong part of the lunar cycle, no blind kills. But it’s still just the hearts.”

“Could be a skinwalker,” he suggested. “Or just about anything else that eats long pig. Just because some monsters can eat anything don’t mean they don’t have preferences.”

“A monster with standards and taste. Just what I need.”

She took a couple more notes, but closed out the pictures. She didn’t want to look at their faces without any solutions.

Dean was still hovering behind her. His ring made a clinking noise against the glass as he tapped his fingers on the bottle. “So uh…you wrapping up soon?”

“I guess. Why?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just wanted to hop on the computer.”

“Alright. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

“Uh huh…Could I just borrow it for a hot sec? Give it back in ten minutes?”

Kat cut her eyes to him suspiciously. “Why?”

“None of your business,” he said stoutly. When she continued to glare at him, his frown turned into a familiar, leering smirk. “Look, a guy’s got needs. I need to do some stuff I’m not proud of…well, actually I’m really proud of, but you’re not invited.”

“God, you’re disgusting,” she sighed, pushing back from the desk. “Take it.”

“Thank you!” he said in a singsong voice, snatching it up and hightailing out of the room.

“Just sanitize it for the love of God! And if Sam asks, I didn’t see this!”

He didn’t answer her. Just slammed the door to the bathroom. She slipped on some headphones and did her best not to think about the conversation she’d just had.

The next day, they were packing their bags. Sam had agreed that her find was interesting enough to merit a visit to Florida. Bobby passed off a few of his more helpful books, and then they hit the road. Kat hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it until they hit the interstate. She could sit back in her Prius and enjoy the silence. She didn’t have to tune out the shitty cassettes or put up with the smell of stale beer and fast food wrappers. There were no annoying side glances or pervy jokes. Just her and the open road and the wind in her hair.

They drove until nightfall and stopped at a motel in Tennessee. Sam and Dean took care of the rooms, and Kat volunteered to pick up dinner. By the time she was strolling up to the Winchesters’ room with their takeout, the screaming had already started.

“Dean, how many times do I have to tell you not to touch my stuff? It’s my one thing! You have your own laptop! So use your own damn laptop!”

“How many times do I gotta say I didn’t do it? Cool your jets, man, it wasn’t me.”

“Oh, right! And I guess my computer searched Busty Asian Beauties on its own?”

“Maybe it did. Your laptop’s got better taste than you.”

Kat let herself in, trying very hard to keep her face impassive. “Grub’s up. What’s going on?”

Dean made a beeline for the food, while Sam rested his hands on his hips like a suburban mother.

“Someone messed with my laptop,” he said snidely, “and now I can’t get it to work.”

“It’s frozen?”

“No, it’s—I have no idea what’s wrong with it. I’m typing and none of the right letters are coming up. I can’t write emails, can’t search online. All I can do is click.”

“You think it’s a virus?” she asked, passing him his food.

“Ha, probably. Considering my browser history is full of porn sites.”

“Oh, gross.”

“Hey,” Dean interrupted defensively, a few noodles hanging loose from his lips. “Watch your step, man. Last time you accused me of fucking with your stuff, it was the Trickster.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Sam laughed. “When the bodies start dropping I’ll be sure to issue a full apology.”

“I’m just saying, man. Might not be me. Kat, you like bustyasianbeauties.com?”

“Uh, no,” he chuckled, plopping down on a free bed with her rice. “Not exactly bookmarked on my homepage.”

“Well then, we’ve got our answer. It was Bobby.”

He smiled proudly. Kat smothered her laughter with more rice. And Sam looked positively on edge of breaking something in half. He closed his laptop with an incredible amount of self-control. Then he grabbed the closest thing—a half-empty water bottle—and hurled it across the room at Dean’s face. It hit the mark with a thunk, and Dean yelped while Kat burst into laughter. Sam stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned, rubbing at his head. “Not funny, Kat.”

“Of course it is,” she giggled. “You sound like a startled pigeon.”

“Alright, yeah. Laugh it up. Guess this was you, right?”

“Uh, no? You were the one defiling Sam’s computer, remember?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t download any viruses,” he defended. “I’ve been surfing porn sites long enough to know how to avoid the dodgy stuff. And if I didn’t do it, then it must’ve been you.”

“I wish. But I don’t know anything about computers, just like I don’t know anything about cars. I figured it was you.”

Dean frowned at her for a few seconds, but ultimately shrugged and went back to his food. “Huh. Maybe it was.”

Kat gaped at him. “You…don’t even remember?”

“Nah. It was heat of the moment, you know. And I’m uh—usually less discerning when I’m on someone else’s laptop. So you uh, might wanna throw a password on yours.”

She wrinkled her nose, and Dean smirked. Kat threw a napkin at him.

“Laugh now, Dean. But if you infected Sam’s computer, it means he’s out of service. Which means you and I are gonna be on research duty.”

That made him groan, and he slunk down in his chair. “Damn it. The price I pay for getting off.”

He grumbled into his food, grabbing the paper so he could start reviewing the details of the case they were heading toward. Kat speared one of her dumplings and kept her smile to herself. This prank war was going to get messy.

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #ocappreciation #fyeahspnocs #fyeahsupernaturalocs #prank wars #prompt #prompts

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blackcrawford · 5 years ago

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Why Women of Color on Supergirl Deserve Better

There are things that need to be said about Supergirl, its fans and its treatment of women of color. Specifically black women. [I will be speaking for my Asian and Hispanic sistas as well. But as a black woman, I mostly speak about that]

Thsi interaction sparked somewhat of a reaction in me.

Azie Tesfai (who plays Kelly Olsen in Supergirl) is a black woman.

Now with the feminist rhetoric that will always surround this show, because it was the foundation it was built on, people tend to forget that women of color exist, because the show is peak White Feminism. Up there with Taylor Swift and Pink Vagina hats.

All of the women of color on Supergirl excluding Kelly and the Colonel, has either been some sort of villain and/or dies.

National City is supposed to be LA and apparently only had one Mexican person and four black people.

If you’re in LA and don’t see a Mexican or a black person, it’s cause you hid in your bathroom all day.

That’s completely irresponsible and dangerous. It’s erasure.

All of the witches in S3 except for one was a woman of color. Which is irresponsible and dangerous.

Alex putting a gun in that black womans face, after breaking into her home based on Kara's DREAM, while the woman had on headphones, when she hadn't even committed a crime, is literally so insensitive considering the culture we live in.

Look up Korryn Gaines. Here I did it for you.

(http://data.baltimoresun.com/news/korryn-gaines/)

It was something out of a white supremacist wet dream. Something black and brown people all over the country have to live in fear of.

I refuse to watch that episode ever again. Irresponsible, dangerous and blatantly racist.

Supergirl was not and has not been a show that is friendly to women of color. (I would say ask Floriana, but she isn’t even a woman of color. She just TANS. Like really? Really? They had her playing a hispanic woman and she ain’t even hispanic? Not black face, but close. Disgustingly close)

Insert Kelly.

During a season where the subject of profiling and discrimination was the main focus.

Coincedence?! I think so.

I doubt the Supergirl writers did that on purpose, because they are not that smart.

The reaction to the treatment of aliens on this fictional show was more empathetic than the actual prejudice that those considered part of the African Diaspora faced is not only repugnant, it is cognitively dissonant.

Supergirl is a show with mostly LGBTQ+ identiying people as fans. It has a lot to do with the people who tuned in for Sanvers on S2 and S3.

Also a lot of people who want to see Supercorp, and also Katie Mcgrath has played WLW characters in the futre.

(Speaking of Katie Mcgrath and Lena Luthor! READ MY OTHER WRITING ABOUT SUPERGIRL and that reveal!)

( https://lenashomegirl.tumblr.com/post/185024993045/why-lena-luthor-matters-even-when-others-actions)

LGBTQ+ community members tend to be some of the most racist people in the world, while also crying about equality.

And that isn’t seen more clear than Sanvers fans treatment of Azie Tesfai.

Calling her an “IT”, numerous times, making sure she saw it.

The dehumanization of black women is so ingrained in the psyche of white supremacists, that they don’t even consider it white supremacy at work. They just see it, as a Twitter feud.

I have not seen her being called the N word, but based on how y’all treated Mechad those first couple seasons, I know for a fact y’all have got that slur locked and loaded in the chamber, for them extra bored days.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BwDb221hTsM/

Mechad spoke about this less than two months ago. All of them spoke about it. With Candice from The Flash.

Candice not quitting is a testament of how strong black women really are. I remember when it was announced. You Neo Stanzis came out to PLAY. I was so disgusted.

You’re not going to do this to Azie y’all. We won’t allow this to happen. I won’t allow this to happen. I don’t care if I’m fighting by myself, writing an essay a week for the next 3 seasons, I will be here like Tony Montana at the top of your tags and timelines, emptying chamber after chamber.

If you racist fangirls suspend me, I will make another account on another computer and keep going.

Not liking a character is completely understandable. I wanna knock Kara’s teeth out most of the time. But I don’t comment under all of Melissa’s social media posts “Hey I wanna knock your perfect teeth out”

Y’all bullying real people.

And I see what y’all trying to do. I’m not stupid.

Y’all bullied the guy (Rahul Kohli) that played Jack Spheer as well. He called the fandom “toxic” and “nasty”. And he also, called y’all “racist”

HM! All of the people of color who have white love interest on this show has had a problem with racism on this show. Almost seems as if it’s a habit as opposed to a one off comment here and there.

Y’all got Chris Wood (Not a man of color, but a good example of the toxicity that permeates the fandom) out the paint, by bullying him till his anxiety almost killed him. He spoke about it in his livestream for his clothing line. He was talking about his dad’s undiagnosed mental illness ended up killing him and he spoke about how dangerous social media is. Him and Melissa had to shut off the comments to their own engagement announcement.

A dangerous precedent has been set by the Supergirl fandom.

Y’all think you can bully people, until you get your way. Until people leave.

And y’all say “It’s not racist, if we don’t like Kelly. She’s just not right with Alex”

Why is she not right? She’s smart, she’s beautiful, she speaks to Alex in a non condescending way (Maggie was a douche. I hated her.), Alex likes her. etc. What EXACTLY is not right about Kelly? Specifically.

“They moved too fast” Give me a break. Maggie and Alex got engaged in six months.

You guys speak about representation and seeing yourself positively, but that all goes out the window when people of color are involved, huh?

Black women aren’t allowed to see themselves as nothing more than yellow eyed villains in National City?

She’s here. She broke your illusion of Supergirls predominantly white world with a few tokens and now your SICK.

Get used to it. She’s here.

And the KKK rallies y’all host in her mentions, ain’t gonna drive her away.

#azie tesfai #kelly olsen #alex danvers #dansen #supergirl #melissa benoist #sanvers #racism #i will knock you out bro #The Tony Montana Of Fandoms #black women matter

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led123123 · 4 years ago

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I was like.. I woke up and I was like.. what day is it today.. sunday? I was like.. fuck it I’m changing my house into a cookie factory today

2 people may upload a video at 6pm today

maybe I should make something with potatoes today

because this woman had a lot of recipes with potatoes

I cannot eat just bread.. I need to eat something else

https://youtu.be/Zqp5eKsrDWs?t=130

streightquake

https://youtu.be/5ABelYQDyTI

trash streamers.. I hate them all so much. they’re such trash garbage

https://youtu.be/YXdzI7CiFYg

“instant ramen recipe” it’s already ready.. jesus christ.

https://youtu.be/YXdzI7CiFYg?t=142

but she has really dark hair

asians.. always have to be smart.. am I right??

ashely was saying that

there is some other girl.. who makes videos.. and.. her skin and air also have. similar color. she’s from vietnam

that’s the one that speaks 2nd language also.. she’s quite good at speaking 2nd language

https://youtu.be/YXdzI7CiFYg?t=421

https://youtu.be/cBgFBzEIO34

https://youtu.be/lNKTWyU_0c4

https://youtu.be/W4wWdmfOibY

fuck you chrome

sretscape

https://youtu.be/W4wWdmfOibY?t=88

firefox taking the chart by storm

https://youtu.be/W4wWdmfOibY?t=137

and that’s where things went wrong

I fucked up rice last time so I guess now I’ll make pasta

I don’t wanna use these apples for a cake..

wish I had some different apples

https://youtu.be/GrYb6cXYR30

wow 5 million views.. she’s actually.. 3.75 million subscribers.. she actually has a big channel

I’m cooking pasta.. because.. I just can’t eat a lot of bread at once.

I didn’t wanna use these apples for this cake.. because they taste too good and smell really good and they’re small.. so it would take a lot of time to peel them..

and I would have to use almost all of them and I dont’ wanna use all of them

jesus christ.. I really should make a cookie factory today.. these cookies are only gonna last me for like.. 2 days or something around that

so I should make more..

and I need to cover them in chocolate so they stay are softer

https://youtu.be/GrYb6cXYR30?t=249

https://youtu.be/GrYb6cXYR30?t=276

cheese is salty.. so.. you know.. if you add cheese to anything.. just.. be careful with adding salt.. because cheese is actually salty

be careful with salt guys. cheese is usually salty

ok.. so these cookies taste really good.. I just tried a bit.. but.. they need more time to cook because I’m baking at 180 degrees.. not 200 so they bake slower I guess

but they don’t get burned.. you know.. but it takes more time..

at 180 they don’t get burned so easily

I tried them they taste really good. but they need like.. more time. they cook slower

I wanna make more.. this is gonna last me for like.. 2 days

they taste really good.. and I didn’t add that much sugar.. there wasn’t that much sugar in recipe

I knew this dough recipe was good because I used it for the cake before.. cake with groats. but that cake is quite fat.. so I just made cookies

this is the recipe from this channel I was talking about yesterday

the recipe for cake was really good

if I bake them at lower temperature then they don’t burn and stay softer I guess

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM

https://youtu.be/P2lG3CkULyw?t=123

my mother used to.. have a lot of cookbooks.. when she was learning to cook

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=811

jesus christ these ganks..

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=1267

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=1411

lol wtf he steals the finger..

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=1479

her items choices.. are like..

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=1522

mkb because.. spectre has radi and slardar has miss chance

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=1784

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=2065

so she dyed her hair recently

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=2348

I was like.. maybe it would be a good idea to get AC against slardar. like stray does it.. he gets AC but AM has lower armor than jug.. but.. maybe it’s good idea to get AC against slardar on carry

I think AC is actually good

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=2459

they really wanna kill spectre.. but they take damage when trying to kill spectre.. and spectre doesn’t have any stuns so spectre can’t stop them from killing other supports..

but supports can stun

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=2465

they die trying to kill spectre

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=2556

and she doesn’t have a lot of damage items

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=2688

now they kill supports and then she can kite spectre

https://youtu.be/atGIspBzmUM?t=2694

lol

and she needs like.. a satanic or something.. for spectre.. to heal up because she’s taking damage

I never see mkb on jug..

I see bf, mjolnir.. what else.. satanic.. and.. I don’t know what.. oh.. basher..

abysal. and manta

but manta not always.. manta only if people have some dispelable abilities.. usually.. bf is good because it kills creeps in ulti.. so ulti doesn’t jump on creeps

I think bf is okay

and bf has some damage.. instead of attack speed.. and.. it’s good for farming fast.. so like.. bf.. is kinda a core item I guess. then it’s like.. any other item.. bf, manta is a 2nd item. it’s for movement speed.. and then you can.. make satanic.. or basher I guess. or maybe some damage item or something I don’t really know

but bf is pretty good item I think

because jug needs damage and bf gives some damage instead of attack speed

you get attack speed from agility and manta also has some attack speed.. so.. damage is more important I guess

damage is better than attack speed on jug. because.. I guess.. that.. he’s like.. he has.. the crits am I right??

does it matter??

attack speed doesn’t get any bonuses from crits?? or it doesn’t matter

with more damage you get higher crits

but with more attack speed you proc crits more often.

I think he gets higher dps with damage than attack speed

it’s like 35% on average higher damage or something around that. this also means 35% higher dps..

if you increase damage. then you get 35% bonus.. to dps..

if you increase attack speed.. then you get.. you don’t get any bonus right? so I was right right?? damage is more important than attack speed on jug

ok so attack speed is not as good on jug as damage I guess. because he doesn’t get any bonus to crits with attack speed

https://www.youtube.com/c/JinNyOfficial/videos

why is she sniffing drugs.. on the thumbnail

https://youtu.be/opPYbs6yIK4

https://youtu.be/opPYbs6yIK4?t=40

3400 kills on one legend

I have around 1600 on my main in total

https://youtu.be/opPYbs6yIK4?t=132

I know this update.. this is after wingman nerf

but wingman is sill just as good with lvl 3 magazine

https://youtu.be/opPYbs6yIK4?t=145

and she just found a lvl 3 mag

https://youtu.be/opPYbs6yIK4?t=607

and it shoots faster.. and.. has better hip firing accuracy or something something like that

non-ads accuracy

I’m sleepy after eating food as always

https://youtu.be/dJsMzuXzTxg?t=70

she has higher sensitivity than me. like I said I need to increase it high because i’t still not fast enough I guess

I should like.. increase it as much as possible.. and then reduce it if I feel that it’s too fast. I wonder what is her ads sensitivity

if it’s 1 or lower.. because I always ads.. so.. I use 1.. because I ads even in close range with wingman

I always ads.. because wingman non-ads accuracy got rnerfed.. so like.. I see that people always ads

because wingman doesn’t have any slow for strafing..

https://youtu.be/dJsMzuXzTxg?t=721

she’s hitting a lot of shots

the amd ceo is from china.. and.. they are making some stuff for their processors in taiwan

am I right?? with crits you get more dps..

ok lets say.. 500% crits.. so.. increasing attack speed wouldn’t do much.. right? but increasing damage would increase dps a lot

if you increase damage you get 35% bonus.. if you increase attack speed then you don’t get the bonus right?

I have 320 kills on wraith.. because.. I was playing wraith on other account.. and.. 600 kills on pathfinder

https://youtu.be/7bFpkcT_2Y0?list=PLdAll4-0G0OoB5n1Vu9e2ZpQH35bdpvT1&t=18

asia pacific.

https://youtu.be/7bFpkcT_2Y0?list=PLdAll4-0G0OoB5n1Vu9e2ZpQH35bdpvT1&t=24

sniffing drugs. disqualified.

https://youtu.be/7bFpkcT_2Y0?list=PLdAll4-0G0OoB5n1Vu9e2ZpQH35bdpvT1&t=192

570 almost like my username

she doesn’t go yolo. my team usually goes yolo 1v3

she kinda plays like in CS.. when you just.. hide and.. camp..

she doesn’t go yolo in open area without any cover. like in CS.. hiding behind corner or any cover

if I was playing unranked all the time I would also have more kills

maybe next time i will try the other recipe for cookies..

https://www.twitch.tv/videos/808906586?t=0h30m0s

“it’s too big”

https://www.twitch.tv/videos/808906586?t=0h30m38s

“it feels so long”

https://www.twitch.tv/videos/808906586?t=0h30m48s

dekstop

she already bought ps5.. I wonder how much it costs.. because they’re supposed to be cheap compared to how fast they are

it’s like 1250$ but you get controllers and.. all the.. it’s like.. 1TB nvme ssd inside

https://youtu.be/Jq-ODza3Kpc

it’s not that big..

https://youtu.be/Jq-ODza3Kpc?t=433

I knew controllers are gonna be the same

https://youtu.be/Jq-ODza3Kpc?t=776

damn I didn’t even know about these buttons

https://youtu.be/CGFqCVVZAZ8

ok.. I’ll test printer.. and retake these pictures maybe. I’m so lazy damn

I would rather just.. make think about making more food instead

check recipes etc to make more food

because my mother had like.. a lot of cooking books.. when she was learning to cook

I could like also.. make stuff in advance.. and put it in the freezer..

this video about eathquake would be cooler if they all died..

https://youtu.be/Jq-ODza3Kpc?t=1199

I haven’t been using cup headphones in a while. but I like the headphones that I have.. cup headphones have a bit better sound..

but I like normal earbuds because they’re the most comfortable

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1xo · 7 years ago

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movie title: this is how it went

For Antonio and Georgina EXT. TIMES SQUARE – NIGHT Young Hispanic woman in her late teens walking at a brisk pace and listening to the Beatles on her ipod. Takes off her headphones and gets on her phone. DAISY Hey, I’m on my way. See you when I get there. INT. MARLA AND DAISY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT CHINATOWN It’s a funky bedroom. She has hanging plants and succulents all over. MARLA I’m watching Charlie Rose. It’s on repeat. I like this episode. They talk about having bread and butter for breakfast. DAISY Marla, bread and butter sounds delicious, but I’m not going to sit here listening to Charlie rose. We have better stuff to do. Where do you have that sweater that I like? MARLA oh. It’s in my closet. I’ll go get it. DAISY I really don’t feel like watching Charlie Rose. I’m going out to get something to eat. DAISY walks out with the sweater on. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT She walks in and stands by the counter. A Caucasian man in a business suit walks in behind her. He’s attractive but not in an obvious way. He’s in his 40s. He’s been divorced for one year. He just came out of a business conference. He approaches her in a confident way. KELLY I couldn’t help but notice you look angry. Why? DAISY I was expecting my night to go better. KELLY Oh. What happened? I’m here now. I’ll make it better. DAISY You came at the right time. KELLY Of course I did. So, why don’t you tell me about your life? A long awkward silence. DAISY I don’t think I’m ready to give that information to a stranger. KELLY Why not? DAISY It’s long and boring. KELLY I love long and boring stories. DAISY Fine. Let me order dinner first. KELLY OK. I’ll have what you’re having. Kelly turns around and sees a couple arguing at a table. KELLY (jokingly) That’s gonna be you and me in a couple of years. DAISY You think so? KELLY Yeah, it’s a possibility. DAISY Possibilities are what make life interesting. INT. UPPER EAST SIDE APARTMENT – DAY Kelly talking on the phone with his co-worker. Papers are scattered on the floor. KELLY I’m working directly with our partners. We’re wrapping up the case. CO-WORKER A Good job. I wasn’t expecting you take the initiative. KELLY I always take the initiative. CO-WORKER A Well, lately I’ve been the one picking up the slack around here. (angry) KELLY It’s not going to go down like that anymore. CO-WORKER A Right. I’ll see you at the office. They hang up. He throws the phone and hurts his foot. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT They order sandwiches, they arrive and they eat. DAISY I hate tomatoes. KELLY I love tomatoes. I love them on bruschettas. DAISY I haven’t slept in two days. Can you believe that? I’m not depressed or anything. It’s just something off. KELLY I’ve had a rough night too. Two days? I’ve been up for a week. It’s this case I’m working on. DAISY A week? Wow. KELLY Yeah, that’s nothing. I eat these protein bars. They’re really helpful. DAISY You know what’s really helpful? A day in Miami Beach relaxing on a hammock getting a massage from the president. KELLY Why not me? DAISY I figured you were so busy with that protein bar. KELLY Well, I’ll take it with me to Miami Beach. EXT. CONEY ISLAND – DAY IT’S SEVEN DAYS AGO. DAISY and CHARLIE walking in front of the cyclone. CHARLIE Look, I found someone new. DAISY (perplexed) What? CHARLIE I wasn’t sure how to break it down to you. DAISY (angry) You bring me here to CONEY ISLAND to break up with me? I can’t believe you. CHARLIE I had some errands to do around here. Thought I’d kill two birds with one stone. DAISY You’re the worst Charlie. I should’ve never trusted you. CHARLIE Well, I have to get going. DAISY Fine. Have a nice life. EXT. BROOKLYN BOTANICAL GARDEN – DAY Close-up of the flowers. Tight shot of the sacred lotus. MARLA Look at that sacred lotus just being there. It looks so peaceful. I want to take it home. DAISY I paid $12 dollars to come in here. For what Marla? I could be somewhere in Manhattan meeting the love of my life. MARLA I paid too. I’m enjoying all these flowers here. You’re ruining the moment. DAISY I broke up with Charlie. MARLA OH MY GOD. Finally. I’m so glad you woke up from that nightmare. He’s a jerk off. He’s a player. You deserve better. DAISY You’re right. He took me to Coney Island to break up with me! I wasn’t ready to hear that. I thought he liked me. MARLA You’re better off without him. He will burn in hell for cheating on you. DAISY I understand how you feel, but I think I’m not over him yet. MARLA Get over him. He’s not worth your time. Time to spread your wings and fly. INT. HOUSE IN NEW JERSEY – DAY Kelly’s ex-wife is a strong independent woman. ELLEN Did you come here to explain the case or to have sex? KELLY Let’s work on the case. ELLEN (angry) This is the last time you come to this house. KELLY I almost got into an accident coming here. You should relax! (angry) INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT Kelly opens up his briefcase to look for a pen. Daisy looks at the inside of his briefcase. DAISY What are all those papers for? KELLY (he takes out the pen) I’m a lawyer. I have to analyze all these documents before we go to court. DAISY Oh, are you going to write in one of your documents? KELLY No, give me your hand. Daisy extends her right hand. He opens the palm of her hand. KELLY It says on the palm of your hand you will have a long life. DAISY Does it say I will win the lotto too? Kelly traces her heart line. KELLY Here, your heart line is saying you will have many lovers. It’s wiggly so there will be an absence of serious relationships. DAISY OH! Don’t say that to me. KELLY Hold on. It gets better. Your life line says you’re full of vitality. DAISY Vitality for what? KELLY Don’t turn bitter on me. It’s a lighthearted palm reading. DAISY That doesn’t get the weight off the first line. KELLY Well, are you seeing someone? DAISY (Sarcastically) No, I’m waiting for prince charming. Kelly writes his number on the palm of her hand. KELLY Well, call me if you get tired of waiting. INT. HOUSE PARTY IN NEW JERSEY – NIGHT Kelly remembers his sorority days and how he never approached the girl of his dreams. KELLY You see that girl over there. FRIEND 1 (Taking a sip from his drink) What about her? She’s an 8 to me. KELLY That’s where you and I differ. She’s a 10. All the guys want her and all the girls want to be her. FRIEND 1 Sure, sure. I’m waiting for Pamela Anderson. KELLY You’re crazy and stupid but that’s why I like you. FRIEND 1 Go. Ask her out. KELLY She’s out of my league man. FRIEND 1 You’re a chicken. Ask her out! INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN - NIGHT KELLY You know you remind me of someone I never had the courage to ask out. DAISY Oh yeah? So now you’re asking me out to make up for your lack of courage? KELLY You have me all figured out. Daisy shrugs and takes out her iPod. DAISY Listen to this. This song gives me chills. KELLY I don’t listen to music much. DAISY Not even the Beatles? I had a dream once that John Lennon kissed me. KELLY Sweet. Would like to be him right now. DAISY It was a really good dream. A lot of people want to be him. KELLY Of course. Food arrives. Kelly takes the wrapped straw, cuts one end and blows on the open end. The wrapper lands on her right arm. DAISY Sweet move. KELLY Maybe you should keep the wrapper as a souvenir. DAISY (giggling) I’ll keep your number that’s good enough. EXT. LOWER EAST SIDE – DAY DAISY and MARLA walking around Lower east side. Children dressed up in white are walking by with nuns. They are on their way to their first communion. A car drives by and yells “hey beautiful” at Daisy. They enter an Asian store and they buy tea and a wisteria bonsai. DAISY This is how much I like you. I’m getting you this bonsai. MARLA You should keep your money. We only need tea. DAISY Consider it a gift for putting up with me. MARLA It’s a beautiful wisteria bonsai. I can’t say no to it. You know me so well. DAISY Of course I do. MARLA My mother used to cultivate bonsai trees in our house when I was little. She was so meticulous with her plants. She used to spend hours fertilizing the ground and every time the trees bloomed she used to do a little dance. (she does the little dance.) DAISY You should do that dance every time you get a smile from men. MARLA (rolls eyes) I’ll leave with my bonsai, thank you. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT DAISY You seem like the kinda person that would come in during lunch time. That’s the time all the yuppies come out. KELLY (perplexed) I’ve never been called a yuppy before. DAISY That’s because you’re surrounded by them, but don’t worry you’re the cool one. KELLY (sarcastically) So I’m the cool yuppy. That really raises my self-esteem. INT. LAUNDROMAT – NIGHT IT’S TWO WEEKS AGO. DAISY working. The washing machines are making rhythmic noises. She hums to it. A musical breaks out. Neon light are going on and off. It stops when Charlie walks in. CHARLIE Hey baby, you almost done? DAISY Yeah, I just have to pick up stuff and count the money. We see Daisy picking up what people leave behind and getting the money from the machines. She finishes her shift and they head out to central park. Charlie puts his arm around her neck. EXT. CENTRAL PARK – NIGHT Daisy and Charlie walking. We see a dog walker with 10 dogs. It’s Halloween so the dogs are all dressed up. DAISY You should get me a puppy. They say if you get someone a dog, you really mean something to that person. CHARLIE I don’t think so. You can’t live with a dog in your tiny apartment. DAISY Well, I must not mean much to you then. CHARLIE Of course you do baby. Let’s just walk and take in the beauty of the falling leafs. DAISY Sure, that sounds good too. Do you like the orange leafs or the yellow ones? Charlie does a double take on a beautiful woman walking past them. CHARLIE Sure, the yellow ones because they’re sunny like you. DAISY You think I’m sunny? CHARLIE Sure baby. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT DAISY I come to Kat’z a lot. I’ve never seen you here before. KELLY Well, it’s your lucky day. What’s your name? DAISY I’m Daisy. A trumpet player enters. He starts playing jazz. Kelly gets up and hands him a $20 dollar bill when he finishes playing his first solo and then tells him to play “Hello Dolly.” But instead of Dolly, he tells him to say Daisy. KELLY I really like this tune. Listen to it. It’s for you. DAISY No one has ever dedicated a song to me before. KELLY (singing along) Hello Daisy! DAISY (smiling) You have quite the singing voice. KELLY You bring it out. DAISY Surely, you’ve sang like that before. KELLY No, never. DAISY I feel special. KELLY You should. DAISY Did you know there are black roses that only grow in Turkey? My friend is obsessed with plants and flowers. I’ve always wanted to see one in person. I would travel to Turkey just to see them. Marla makes me sick of plants and flowers, but this flower I want to see. KELLY I’ve never seen a black flower. DAISY They’re black like my soul. KELLY I’d travel with you just to see them. DAISY Hah! KELLY I’d take you there. DAISY Would you? KELLY I think I would Daisy. Matter of fact I think I would take you in my pocket. DAISY You’d have to shrink me. KELLY I wish I had that power. DAISY You look like the type of person who does. KELLY My only super power is helping people. DAISY My only super power is making people miserable. KELLY You don’t make me miserable. I think you’re too nice and people tend to take advantage of that. DAISY Oh? That’s one way to put it. (beat) I have an idea. Let’s flip a coin for twenty bucks. Head means you have to make someone in this restaurant give you their number. Tails means I would have to do it. KELLY Ok. I hope it lands on tails. Daisy flips a penny. It lands on tails. KELLY laughs. DAISY Watch this. DAISY walks up to a twenty something year old male sitting at a table. DAISY Hey baby. STRANGER #1 Hey what’s up? DAISY You want to have the best night of your life? STRANGER #1 I’m sorry? DAISY Yeah, do you want to go back to my place? What’s your number baby? STRANGER #1 Oh. Yeah… let me write it down. He writes it down and DAISY leaves. STRANGER #1 See you around. DAISY See you. DAISY walks back to KELLY. Puts the paper with the number written down on the table. DAISY Pay up. KELLY (laughing) I’m impressed. DAISY It’s your turn. KELLY That’s not what we agreed on, but I’ll do it. KELLY walks up to a blondie and tries to do the same thing. STRANGER #2 What are you looking at? KELLY You have beautiful hair. STRANGER #2 Get lost creep. KELLY Enjoy your meal. KELLY walks back towards DAISY feeling defeated. DAISY (laughing) Nice try! KELLY I definitely tried. I‘m embarrassed. You’ve upgraded in my book. DAISY Pay up. KELLY takes out his beat up wallet and hands her a twenty dollar bill. KELLY You deserve it. Well played. DAISY I’ll be right back. Daisy walks out. Buys a wallet from a street vendor. Kelly stays inside waiting. The camera is on him. Daisy walks back in. She puts the wallet on the table. DAISY This is for you. KELLY Oh thank you. I’m flattered. A new wallet. Will put it to good use. DAISY I bet you will. INT. MARLA’S FRIEND’S PARTY IT’S SIX DAYS AGO. Daisy is talking to Marla and the host when suddenly a guy in his twenties approaches and hugs Daisy. GUY #1 Hey baby. DAISY What’s up? GUY #1 Come with me. He takes her to sit next to the pool. GUY #1 You want a drink? DAISY Yeah, sure. Guy #1 I’ve been looking for someone like you. DAISY Well, there’s more to me than meets the eye. GUY #1 Of course. You’re a delicate flower. Let’s jump in the pool. They undress themselves and jump in. DAISY I was expecting this night to go bad, but it’s turning out really well. GUY #1 My pleasure. DAISY I just broke up with my boyfriend. GUY #1 I wouldn’t do that to you. DAISY I’ve heard that before. GUY #1 I’m not like the rest of those guys. DAISY I’ve heard that before too. GUY #1 I’m different. DAISY Prove it. He gives her a long passionate kiss. GUY #1 I’ll change your life. DAISY Keep proving yourself. GUY #1 You’ll never forget this night. I think we were meant for each other. I’ve never felt this way before. I want to take you places. DAISY Where would you take me? GUY #1 Let’s start with a day in Tokyo and a night in Paris. We would finish it up in Italy. DAISY No. I’m being real. GUY #1 I’m being real too. Scratch that. Why don’t I take you out to dinner tomorrow night? DAISY I think it’s too soon for me. GUY #1 Forget him. We’ll go out tomorrow. DAISY No, we won’t. INT. DAISY’S PARENTS HOME - DAY DAISY walks in while they’re eating. They are engaged in a discussion about who’s going to wash the dishes. They are talking in Spanish. (subtitles in english) DAISY Que vamos a comer? DAISY’S FATHER Sientate sientate. Ya vamos a comer. Daisy’s father motions her to sit next to him. DAISY’S SISTER Anoche tuve un sueño que iva volando encima de los edificios. DAISY’S FATHER Ah si? Deja de comer tanto en las noches. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT Daisy walking around little Italy. The street is covered with different colored umbrellas. They’re hanging from the buildings. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT KELLY’S ex-wife walks into Kat’z. She ruins everything. She finds Kelly with Daisy. KELLY’S EX-WIFE So this is what you do after work? DAISY You’re married?! KELLY What are you doing here Ellen? Ellen grabs Kelly’s plate and throws it to the floor. He grabs her by the arm and tries to take her outside. KELLY (startled) What are you doing? We’ve been through this before. While Daisy is perplexed. She gets up walks the other way. ELLEN You can’t do this to me. The camera is focused on them arguing from the inside. Ellen leaves, and Kelly is left searching for Daisy. He doesn’t find her. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN - NIGHT Kelly walks by kat’z everyday after that night looking for Daisy. Kelly walks in and talks to the waiter. WAITER You looking for that young girl who always eats here? KELLY Yes. WAITER She hasn’t been here in days. KELLY Yeah, I’ve tried looking. WAITER To say the least. She lives close by. KELLY Would you mind telling me? WAITER That girl is a piece of heaven. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN - NIGHT KELLY I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next fifty years of our life. DAISY I feel the same way. KELLY Lets get out of this restaurant. DAISY Where would you take me? BROOKLYN – NIGHT Daisy and Marla eating take out from a thai place at Marla’s place. Daisy Charlie might come over tonight and ruin our lives. I don’t think I’m over him. MARLA I’ll talk to him. Make him go away. DAISY I’m not over him. Charlie knocks on the door. Marla opens. CHARLIE What’s up ladies? MARLA What are you doing here? Forgot you’re the worst person ever? Daisy and I are having a wonderful time without you. CHARLIE Leave us alone Marla. MARLA You won’t kick me out of my own place. I stay you leave. DAISY What do you want Charlie? CHARLIE I…I… Marla puts her hand on her waist. MARLA It won’t work out Charlie CHARLIE Shut up Marla. DAISY I thought you wanted someone else. Int. KAT’Z RESTAURANT – DAY DAISY Give me the usual. I don’t know what to do with men. Guy behind counter You’ll be fine. You’re a lovely lady. DAISY I don’t know I don’t have luck. Guy behind counter What happened to that lawyer you were talking to? DAISY I don’t stand a chance. Guy behind counter Why do you say that? You’re a swell gal. DAISY I think he has a wife. GUY BEHIND COUNTER He doesn’t want her. trust me. Keep your spirits high. CHINATOWN – NIGHT New years festival. Daisy walking with the crowd. Looks at Chinese kids having fun. KELLY’S LAW OFFICE – DAY KELLY Looking out the window playing with a pen. Sees new year’s festival from his office. Coworker 2 comes in –he’s short and funny- I’m ready to go to court. I might need some help with this case. KELLY Sure. You know you can count on me. CENTRAL PARK – NIGHT Daisy finished working and is on her way home. She gets mugged in central park. She tries to defend herself but he gets away with her hard earned money. She gets home and dreams of the lawyer in her room. Her dad comes to her and tries to console her. She cries. She’s ready for her new life. Kelly keeps going back to katz to look for Daisy. NEW JERSEY – CHARLIE’S PLACE - NIGHT MARLA What are we doing here? DAISY Play along with me Marla. We will have fun. You might meet someone. MARLA You think so? Charlie walks out. CHARLIE Hey ladies. I’m glad you made it here. Ready to have fun? DAISY Yes we are. Dancing guy walks into them. Daisy acts perplexed Hey cutie, wanna dance? DAISY No but she might. Pulling Marla closer to him. -They dance together- MARLA I think men are scared of me. Don’t you think so? DAISY Why do you say that? MARLA I’m too good for their own good. I don’t think they want a plant lady. DAISY But your plants are what make you you. It’s like you’re mother nature’s kid. Who wouldn’t want you? are you kidding me? Guitarist is playing in the background. MARLA Let’s request a song! Marla walks over to him Play a sad song for my friend and her ex GUITARIST Sounds bad I only play love songs for lovely ladies like you. MARLA I’m all ears. Guitarist plays a romantic song INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT KELLY There you are DAISY Here I am KELLY Every time I see you a new constellation forms and I see stars and all of that. DAISY I see a good kid trying to hard to impress me KELLY It’s how I feel. DAISY Looks at him lovingly. KELLY I think I want to elope with you. DAISY With me? KELLY I’m looking at the loveliest person in the restaurant. YES. COURTROOM DOWNTOWN NEW YORK Kelly and coworker 2 talking COWORKER 2 I’m trying to defend this man from south America. He messed around with the wrong people. KELLY I’ll try my best. He goes up on the podium and defends him. -he wins the case- COWORKER 2 I think he’ll be fine. Thanks so much. I think I can take it from here. BROOKLYN BOTANICAL GARDEN - DAY DAISY here we are again. There’s nothing that pleases me more than making my bff happy. MARLA I love this place more than life. Everytime we come here there’s something new. New plants and new art. What more could I ask of life? DAISY A boyfriend. Haha I’m kidding I can deal with you forever. MARLA A boyfriend sounds nice. DAISY The problem is you don’t believe it. you’re too into your plants. It’s a lovely trait on a girlfriend. You would know what to do. MARLA You would know what to do too -Daisy acts stupid, she’s smarter- Plant kid comes in I believe you are looking at the longest living plant in this place. But don’t tell anyone it’s a secret. MARLA Omg who gave you that information PLANT KID It’s a secret. I’m crazy about plants. You come here a lot? I come here a lot too. They walk up to the main building to find a wedding taking place. PLANT KID This is the second wedding this week. MARLA Rad. DAISY Yeah –looking depressed- They walk out and go to daisy’s parents home DAISY’S DAD Hola como les fue? DAISY Fuimos a los jardines botanicos otra vez. DAISY’S DAD Que bien. El lugar favorito de Marla. MARLA When are you going to teach me Spanish again Daisy? DAISY’S DAD -laughing- siempre te entendemos. DAISY’S MOM I baked a cake come have some Marla. -pulling on her arm- We always teach you. INT. KAT’Z DELICATESSEN – NIGHT DAISY I’m hungry again. I eat a lot at night time. KELLY That’s funny I eat a lot during lunch time. A Kiss The End

maroon 5 - lucky strike

~jeanine

#movie #romanticcomedy

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infinitehouseofbooksya · 8 years ago

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REVEAL - Project Emerjence

Today Jamie Zakian and Month9Books are revealing the cover and first chapter for PROJECT EMERGENCE which releases March 14, 2017! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to be one of the first readers to receive a eGalley!!

A quick note from the author:

I’ve always dreamed of writing an epic sci-fi thriller. I knew I wanted it to involve a group of teens leaving a dead Earth to start new lives on a terra formed Mars, but I didn’t have any ideas on how to make the plot exciting. Then, a song I never heard before played on my Pandora app. Escape by Rogue. As that song blasted through my headphones, the entire story that is Project Emergence streamed through my mind like a movie trailer. So, I went straight to work. It took months of frantic writing, almost a year of editing, and a mini rewrite, but that moment of inspiration became my first YA novel.

Project Emergence is a fast-paced thrill ride across the stars. It shows the extent people will go to uphold their beliefs, and that love can overcome any evil.

On to the reveal!

Title: PROJECT EMERGENCE

Author: Jamie Zakian

Pub. Date: March 14, 2017

Publisher: Month9Books

Format: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 292

Find it: Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | TBD

An ancient Hopi myth says people arrived on tiny silver pods that fell from the sky.

But the truth is far more terrifying.

Two-hundred fifty-eight teens are sent from a dying Earth to a terraformed Mars as part of the Emergence Program, mankind’s last hope before solar flares finish off their planet and species. Among the brave pioneers are sixteen-year-old Joey Westen and her twin brother, Jesse.

After only minutes in space, something triggers a total ship lock down.

With the help of their roommates, the Matsuda twins (notorious hackers and shady secret-keepers), Joey and Jesse stumble onto an extremist plot to sabotage the Emergence Program.

But Joey and Jesse didn’t travel to the deepest pits of space and leave their mother behind to be picked off in a high-tech tin can. They’ll lie, hack, and even kill to survive the voyage and make it to Mars.

Excerpt

Chapter One Joey stared out the window of a large, airtight van. The nose of a spaceship peeked above maroon-crested hills, and her forehead thumped against the glass. A light crinkle drew her stare, right to the paper wrinkling in her grip. She loosened her stiff fingers, smoothing a crease from the official seal of the Unified Nations of Earth. The letter in her hand still mesmerized her. Selected, Terraformed Mars, New home, those words knocked the bottom from her stomach every time she read them. Things were getting way too real. No more tiny lead-lined home, school time at the kitchen table, mom. She turned to Jesse, her brother’s smirk brighter than an X1 flare. “You’re a crappy twin. I’m freaking out right now, you should be too.” Jesse rolled his stare her way. “Fraternal twins don’t work like that.” “That’s not true.” She read the letter again, making sure both their names were listed for the umpteenth time. “I can’t believe this is happening.” Jesse squirmed, frowning a moment before his perma-smile returned. “No one from G-Sector ever goes anywhere.” “Did you see the look on mom’s face when we left?” “I know. Buzzkill.” “What’s she gonna do without us?” “Finally be able to feed herself,” Jesse snickered. Joey shook her head, folding the letter. “Maybe she’ll win the next lottery, meet up with us on Mars.” “Yeah, I don’t think so.” “Why not?” Jesse leaned close, keeping his voice low. “Didn’t you hear what that kid behind us was saying?” “No. What?” “He said there are no random drawings.” Jesse eyed the soldier stationed at the front of the van, then the other two at the rear. “That everyone is selected for a specific purpose.” “But, that would mean the U.N.E. is lying to everyone,” Joey said, a bit too loud. Jesse’s eyes opened wide, and she shrugged. “You’re gonna get us booted from this ride before we even launch.” “Sorry,” she muttered. “It’s a stupid idea anyway ‘cause look, we’re here. What do we have to offer? All you can do is fix stuff, and me … well, I’m just good at being cute.” She batted her eyes, flaunting a sly smile. “Yeah you’re right, that’s real flippin cute.” Jesse slanted toward the aisle, glancing around the cab. “There aren’t any adults on this van.” “There’s the soldier guys.” “Geez R-tard, I mean the passengers.” Joey pinched her brother, who wriggled away. “R-tard,” she mimicked. With a failed attempt to appear casual, she popped her head up and scanned the many seats. Sparkly clothes and bright makeup captured her stare. “They look like A-Sectors.” So lavish but she could see beyond the illusion of glittering threads and flawless skin, to the same excited fear that dwelled in her own eyes. “Please remain seated while the vehicle’s in motion,” a soldier thundered. Jesse grabbed Joey’s arm, pulling her down into the seat. “Smooth sister, real smooth.” She shrank back, initiating her trusty get-out-of-messes frowny smile. “Oops. In trouble already, figures.” Grumbles erupted from her brother’s lips, and she turned back to the dusty earth outside her window. Crazy how one day, and a trip to the mailbox, could change her entire life. Yesterday, she was painting a mural of Mars on their bedroom wall. Today, she was going to Mars. The parched countryside vanished behind a tunnel’s wall. She sagged down in her seat. For sixteen years, she clung to Jesse. Every time dust storms pelted their windowless metal house, she curled under his arm. Mom worked late and her hand became glued to his. And now, when she actually needed the comfort of his touch, her brain decided it’s time to man-up. Her eyes narrowed. She zeroed in on his cozy looking hand, her fingers drumming a steady beat on her leg. *** Sabrina poked her head around a corner. Her fingers tightened around a rifle’s grip as she peered down a dim corridor. Shadows danced along the concrete wall and she backed up, pressing her comms button. “Stone to dispatch, come in dispatch.” Static crackled in her ear, a garbled voice cutting in and out. “Dispatch, do you read? Where the hell is my back-up?” This time, only the fizz of dead air replied. “Damn underground bright-out dens,” she mumbled. These missions twisted her gut every time. There were very few people left alive on Earth. Many couldn’t afford specially designed homes or the rising cost of oxygen, and it didn’t sit right to bust folks just for trying to survive the scorching sun. Although, as a captain of the Unified Nations of Earth, she had a duty to her planet. Neither a heavy conscience nor lack of back-up would hinder that. Sabrina held her weapon close, skulking down the stone passage. Two men strolled around the bend, stopping short and she popped off two rounds. No sound emitted from the gun’s muzzle, just a flash that lit the graffiti-stained walls in white. The men slumped to the floor. Tiny darts protruded from their chests, pamphlets spilling from their limp hands. “Earth-heads,” she muttered, glimpsing anti-Mars propaganda. A clink of metal echoed to her left and she headed toward it. Men and woman dropped as Sabrina skated through shadows. Their tranquilized bodies slapped concrete, leading a trail to a solid door at the end of the long hallway. She reached into her vest, extracting a small explosive charge. Just as the magnet clinked to the steel slab, a voice sputtered into her earpiece. “Captain Stone, we’ve breeched the airlock. En route to your position.” “Bout time,” she muttered. Her thumb glided overtop the button of a wireless detonator and spikes of fear burrowed into her gut. U.N.E protocol, the whirl in her stomach, her brain required to wait for back-up. Pride, however, was a persistent little sucker, one that set loose a torrent of electric shocks to course freely in her veins. She scurried back, covered her head, and pressed the button. An explosion rocked her chest, slamming her against the wall. Hunks of concrete crashed down, and the door slammed atop the rubble. Sabrina swung her rifle dead ahead. Adrenaline perked her lips into a smile as she charged through wisps of smoke, firing upon every body that lunged her way. “This is a raid of the U.N.E., get down on the ground.” Soldiers flooded the doorway behind her and she dropped her grin. A woman needed an iron-clad stare amid this troop of grunts. “Took you guys long enough.” She turned, stumbling back as the five-stars of a General gleamed in her eyes. “Sir,” she roared, standing up straight. “Captain Stone, I need you to come with me.” Sabrina glanced around, as much as one could without moving a single muscle in their neck. Her men cleared the room as a smaller group, with much larger guns, crowded around her. “Am I in trouble sir?” “Quite the contrary, Captain. You’ve been selected for an important mission. You’re going to Mars, soldier.” *** Joey grabbed her brother’s hand the instant he climbed off the van’s step. Her attempt to play the tough-guy had gone on long enough. People shuffled all around the wide-open room, probably watching her act like a baby, but she couldn’t let go. Fear stole her will. It could have been the towering room of glass walls and silver beams that encompassed her, the barrage of strange faces, or the fact that she’d never see her mother again, but gloom tainted this moment. A soft voice streamed from a kiosk of video screens, repeating the Space Center’s famed slogan–Three days on the state-of-the-art R23 shuttle, strolling through green grass, swimming in cool oceans. Everything she memorized from the letter in her backpack. “Look, there’s check-in,” Jesse said, tugging her from the display of white sand beaches. She inched through the crowd, close to his side. They filed into a rowdy line, her palm sweating against his skin. “The Westen twins, I presume,” a high-pitched voice trilled from behind them. In one swift move, she shook free from Jesse’s grasp and whirled around. An ultra-posh, Asian girl leered down and Joey stood tall. Her eyes wandered to the near identical boy at her side, bearing the same long jet-black hair. Another set of twins. “How did you know our name?” Jesse asked. Joey nudged his arm, pulling his gaze from the low cut of the girl’s sparkly shirt. “We know the names of all the twins on this ship,” she said, her hand hoisting to her hip. “First and last,” the boy added. Joey stifled a chuckle. Twins who finished each other’s sentences, this trip was going to be stellar. The line shuffled forward, and the small group edged up a few paces. “How many twins are on this flight?” Jesse asked, glancing between the pair. “Fourteen, including us,” she replied. “Well fourteen sets,” the boy corrected, turning to his sister. “That actually makes twenty-eight twins.” “But twins is plural, so it would be fourteen,” she argued, a hint of red flaring her cheeks. “Yeah, but, you knew who we were,” Joey said. “We didn’t even know there were other twins here. Is there like, a manual we didn’t get or something.” The girl laughed, slapping her brother’s chest. A stealthy glare clouded her delicate features as she leaned in. “We hacked the database.” “We hack everything,” the boy whispered. “Cool,” Joey drawled, glancing to Jesse. “So you must be Jesse,” the girl said, staring at Joey, “Short for Jessica, right?” “Ahh no,” Joey sputtered. “I’m Joey. Short for Josephine, which I hate so … just Joey.” “I’m Jesse, which … isn’t short for anything.” Jesse shoved his hands into his pockets, his gaze falling down. “Ahem, the line is moving,” a red headed girl groaned. They all crept forward again, and then Jesse spun back around. “So are we supposed to hack to find out your names?” The girl giggled, and Joey’s eyes rolled. Her stare landed on the boy’s annoyed face, and they both grinned. “Kami Matsuda.” A rainbow of colors reflected off the girl’s clothes as she slinked closer to Jesse, looking up into his eyes. “That’s Rai,” she said, nodding to her brother but keeping her deep gaze. Jesse gulped. His hands began to tremble, and it became painfully obvious at how fast his breath flowed. “Next in line.” “That’s us,” Joey chirped. She all but ripped Jesse from Kami’s leer. “We’ll catch up with ya.” It took quite a massive tug, but she finally got Jesse moving toward the registration table. “Now who’s smooth, dorkus,” she whispered. *** “Let me get this straight, Mr. Winslow,” Sabrina said, only able to mask a fraction of the edge in her tone, “you want me to be a glorified babysitter for a bunch of teens in space?” She turned from a wall of windows, which ran from floor to ceiling. Her boots sank into lush carpet as she strolled past stone statues, one of which lost its arm somewhere along the way. Such extravagance. If it were liquidated and spread out, every sector could afford a giant dome to protect its people from radioactive air; instead of just the A-Sectors. She tore her gaze from art-adorned walls, catching an impatient glare from the man behind a glossy wooden desk. “The situation on our hands goes far beyond babysitting, Captain Stone. We’re under attack. The commander of the U.N.E. herself assured me you were the best of the best.” “Commander Sun said that? Huh.” She stepped closer. The man before her strained to appear confident, but she glimpsed the beads of sweat that trickle between his dark wrinkled skin and white hair. “You’ve got my attention,” she said, cupping her hands behind her back. “Of course you understand, every word spoken within this room stays within this room.” “Yes sir.” “Ever since the inception of the Emergence program, a group of fanatics have targeted us. Are you familiar with the Earthisum Movement, Captain Stone?” “Yes sir. I took out an underground lair of them this morning. They seem to be, for the most part, harmless.” “Perhaps on the outside.” He pulled a brown folder from his drawer, placing it on his desk. “Have a look.” Sabrina flipped open the cover, scanning the pages. When she read a handwritten letter, which appeared to be scrawled in blood, her fingers actually shook. “The threats made in that manifesto were not empty.” Her head snapped up, and she gawked at the old man before regaining her composure. “Are you saying, the Earth-heads blew up your first flight to Mars?” His finely manicured fingers massaged his forehead, a ghostly shade of white claiming his cheeks. “Yes, after only hours in space.” He dropped his stare and muttered, “The second and third flights as well.” “What?” “Those maniacs sabotage every Spacebus we launch. None have successfully made the voyage to Mars.” “How could you hide this from the public? They think people are living, flourishing over there. You need to put a hold on this program. Now. I’ll need at least a week to investigate.” His head shook, and Sabrina slammed her hands on the desk. “That file says there are two-hundred and fifty-eight children walking onto that shuttle as we speak, Mr. Winslow. Two-hundred and fifty-eight lives you’re putting at risk.” “If we stop the program, they’ve won. No! The survival of the human race is too important. This mission has to succeed, Captain Stone.” “But why now, with kids? If what you’re telling me is true, Mars is empty. There are no doctors, scientists, or security of any kind in place. They’ll eat each other alive out there.” “It has to be them.” He rose from his seat, smoothed a crease on his pinstriped lapel, and strolled to the window. “Those young adults were born in the year of the massive solar flare.” While gazing out the lightly-tinted glass, he motioned for Sabrina to join him. “I don’t see why that matters.” As she approached, the doublewide spacecraft stole her focus. She allowed her stare to fuse with the gleam of curved metal, sharp points of thin wings, before shifting her eyes to the man beside her. “They’re genetically predisposed to elevated radiation, since … I handpicked each one of them—for their instincts, spark, and their odds of producing healthy offspring.” “Look, I get that. But, if you just postpone a few weeks I can—” “Earth only has a few weeks left, Captain Stone.” His voice quavered. He cleared his throat, lifting his chin high. “The sun is set to flare in, approximately, ten days. The space program predicts its intensity will surpass our classification scale. Moments, and everything left above the surface will be eradicated. Not even the UV-dome of A-Sector can deflect these waves.” Sabrina gasped. She began to stagger back, but Winslow grabbed her arm. “Captain Stone, Sabrina. Look down there, at those children.” Her legs wobbled for the first time in her memory, but she crept forward. People hurried along a glass-encased walkway, far below, like tiny ants marching into a trap. “That’s the future of mankind down there. If they don’t make it to Mars, our species will cease to exist. You have to get them to that planet safely. You’re the last hope of humanity, Captain Stone.”

Jamie Zakian is a full-time writer who consumes the written word as equally as oxygen. Living in South Jersey with her husband and rowdy family, she enjoys farming, archery, and blazing new trails on her 4wd quad, when not writing of course. She aspires to one day write at least one novel in every genre of fiction.

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