#the algorithm flung this at me

[narcissistcookbook]

tumblr's algorithm has all the subtlety of a comedy mallet. i vote on one poll about murder mysteries and refresh my page to find tumblr has brought me 300 dead mice. "OH YOU LIKE ENOLA HOLMES NOW?? POIROT? ?? I GOT SO MANY MURDER SHE WROTE MEMES YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE!! COLUMBO SHIT!! YOU LOVE POLLS BABY, I GOT POLLS FOR DAYS"

every item in my blocked content list is random fandoms tumblr has flung at my window

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Golden Cage

Summary: Money really does not buy happiness…

Pairing: Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Content Warnings: Emotionally Charged PWP 18+!, Elijah Playing Mind Games, Mentions Of Self-Harm, Mentions Of Alcohol, A Brief Moment Of Crying, A Clearly Toxic Relationship, Choking, Degradation/Praise, Unprotected P In V, Elijah Talking Reader Through It, Breeding Kink, No Aftercare Because…Elijah

A/N: This might just be one of the horniest things I've ever written…

Also, you know me, of course I've put together an Elijah Kamski playlist by now!

Tagging those who might be interested: @spookyorchid @blueberrypancakesworld @herprivateisland @queer-crusader

Half algorithm, half deity

Glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream

Tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy

Turn me into your mannequin and I'll turn you into my puppet queen

- Ascensionism by Sleep Token

Calm, nearly silent breathing was the only minuscule sound that filled the darkness of the bedroom around you. With your eyes forcefully shut, you tried to fall asleep, had been at it for at least the past 30 minutes but your racing mind always flung back to the dull ache emitting from the palm of your right hand. The fresh memories of clasping too tightly around a delicate glass of champagne completely on purpose until it shattered into sharp smithereens circulated in your thoughts, taking lap after lap, whilst you sought to calm the still raging anger in your chest.

Although the worst part of your desperation-fueled tantrum was over, the leftover flickers of outrage still prevailed. By whatever god out there, you were so sick of it. So sick of being stuck in this mansion with the world very much at your fingertips but no way to get out. No way to leave this designer-architected hellhole to lead a normal life and just be one of millions again, no. That train left the station years ago when you had started out as a simple intern at CyberLife and Elijah Kamski, the prodigy high up above, the demi-god of modernization himself took an interest in you and you greedily grabbed the hand of opportunity not only by its pinky. Back then not even the sky seemed to be the limit but now you found yourself trapped between silken duvet covers and marble-tiled rooms.

“Would you listen to me for a moment?” Elijah’s calm tone from behind pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Uh-huh…” It rolled over your tongue in an exhausted murmur.

“Does it hurt badly?” You felt him scooting closer, his tall frame cupping your backside.

“So so…” You huffed, shrugging your tense shoulders.

“Let me see.” Elijah’s fingertips snaked along your waist down to your hips, tracing your elbow from there on upwards until his palm wrapped itself around your wrist.

In a gentle and slow movement, he pulled your hand closer to his face.

“It’ll be okay.” You tried to dismiss it.

“Eventually.”, Elijah agreed right before you felt his plush lips planting soft pecks along your knuckles, “I’m sorry it came to this in the first place.”

"Are you?" You inquired with a carefully aimed edge to your tone.

"Please, don't be like that now. Of course I'm sorry that you're hurt." Elijah groaned quietly, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand.

His slight annoyance gave you a little kick, because it was exactly what you wanted to coax out of him. A reaction, an acknowledgement of your discomfort, your seemingly endless boredom.

"Yet I also wonder why nothing I offer you ever seems to be enough…", Your senses perked up at his words because you knew what was about to happen and you really needed it to, "Haven’t I given you everything, love? Am I not spoiling you rotten?"

Every little bit of his accusations went straight to your head and you let them in, craved for Elijah to get into your mind like that because it brought you a twisted sense of comfort in the way it belittled your needs.

"You do." You agreed, the slowly building blame gradually covering the biting loneliness stinging in your chest.

"So what more do you want?" Elijah hummed against the shell of your ear, lulled you in further with his warm breath breezing along your neck.

"Your attention. You left the company but you still don't seem to be here…with me.", It trickled from your lips in an honest answer, "You're everywhere all the time but not here."

The latter sentence felt like clawing its way out of your lungs, leaving you raw and sore on the inside for letting slip how much you really needed Elijah to throw you but a morsel of his affection every now and then. With that, you sensed your facade slipping away. The anger and pretentious pride had failed to cover up the puddle of hurt you felt yourself being drenched in and for a split second you pondered whether you really crushed that dainty champagne flute to gather his attention or if that had been you, punishing yourself for still craving his attention.

Whilst trying to take a deep breath, you noticed your chest trembling and your bottom lip quivering dangerously. You were unmistakably about to lose it completely but bit down onto your tongue harshly enough to keep yourself from falling apart at the seams.

"Turn around. Can you do that for me?" He withdrew his hand from your wrist to give you enough space to shuffle around underneath the expensive duvet.

In an haphazardly executed attempt to pull back the burning tears gathering at your lower lash line, you slowly turned around to look straight into an unexpectedly calm expression on Elijah’s face.

Calm or indifferent? It crossed your mind but you banished that thought right back to where it emerged from. Instead, your eyes slowly roamed over his features, from his lips that were slightly curled up into a hardly even there smile to his striking blue eyes and eventually up to the vagrant strands of his darkish blonde hair framing and softly falling into his face.

Looking at Elijah like that damn near killed you from the inside out because it reminded you of the version of him you had fallen in love with years ago. The witty and incredibly sharp CEO that worked alongside his developers instead of secluding himself in an ivory tower of vanity. The man that had even conducted the interview for your apprenticeship himself whilst cradling a cardboard cup of coffee in his hands, the fuzzy sleeves of a blue zipper pulled up to his knuckles, his eyes sparkling at you with endless excitement.

Now, barely anything of that warmth was left. With the years it all went down the drain of multimillion dollar deals over hordes and hordes of androids. Sometimes you felt as if Elijah grew a little colder with every android that sold and a part of you had started hating them for seemingly taking him away from you, eating away at his own humanity piece by piece. You couldn't decide whether or not those thoughts and speculations had anything to them, really, yet you couldn’t stop them from crossing your mind every now and then.

"Some days I wake up wishing to be just another android so you'd tend to me, Eli." The words bubbled out of you in an unbridled gush of emotions, just like the first burning tears spilling over your lash line.

"Come on now, that's nonsense. You're irreplaceable and you know that." Elijah’s brows arched up, closely knit together in a borderline scolding expression, disdain over your utterings washing across his face.

"Do I?", You sniffled, his harsh and cold response cutting right through you, "It's getting quite hard to hold on to that, Elijah, when the only thing you get reminded about on the daily is how utterly invisible you are."

"Stop that right there. You're not invisible to me and now you're just throwing around words." Elijah's eyes narrowed down on you in growing irritation.

"Throwing around words, yeah?", His dismissal came like a ladle full of ethanol to the embers of your rage fit, actively making you spew the most hurtful things that were waiting right at the tip of your tongue, "Do you fuck them?"

"Excuse me?" For a split second it seemed as if Elijah’s jaw was about to drop.

"Do you fuck your robots?" You repeated yourself, a surge of pride for having rendered him dumbfounded for the blink of an eye tugging at your lips before the mere thought of it turned you blind with jealousy.

"No." Elijah stated bluntly, his teeth slightly clenching.

"Oh?", You mocked, pushing it further, "How come?"

"Because none of them…", He sneered, his hand darting upward for it to grab you by the throat in a firm grasp, "None of them could ever be as feisty as you are, love."

You heard your breath hitching and felt Eli's thumb brush over your pulse point as he leaned in, his lips almost touching yours.

"Because I can't feel their pulse picking up or see their pupils widening like yours right now, getting so terribly worked up and flustered over being talked to like that, hm?", You were painfully aware how the heat crept into your face with every word of his, "Because my androids don't need to be put in their place because they wouldn't get so catastrophically mouthy and bratty, now would they?"

"No, no.", He answered his own question with a sly smirk playing around his mouth whilst the clasp of his hand grew tighter until he could feel every quickened pump of your heart right underneath his skin, "They follow a script, a code, they are boring…so unlike you."

Elijah leaned in further, eventually closing down on the tiny bit of space left between your bodies, his lips eagerly pressing onto yours for the first time in days. His proximity, the bare presence of him sent your mind reeling, it soothed the boiling anger in your chest but it wasn't enough, not enough in the slightest to still your aching need for his affection.

A slightly pained mewl of yours got muffled by his tongue snaking into your mouth as your hands practically clawed onto his sides, the brutalized one, with its countless thin cuts, flaring up anew.

"Ouw, does that hurt?" He cooed into your mouth, his free hand shooting towards yours resting on his hip and pressing down harder.

"I'm afraid that's what you get for being naughty, acting up like that. Poor little attention whore." The unmistakably derogatory tone in his voice jolted right amidst your thighs, causing you to clench and throb around nothing.

" 'M sorry…" It fell from your lips in a breathless moan, your words sincere.

You truly felt sorry about being so whiny and bitchy when Elijah gave you everything you could possibly dream of.

"Oh, shut up. I don't want to hear anything from you right now. Not a single fucking thing. You got that?" You nodded and choked back a whine as Eli latched his teeth at your bottom lip, pulling and dragging your head along until he let it slip again.

"There you go, looks like you can listen after all." To reward your silence, he freed your throat from his tight grasp but only to lean himself on his elbow whilst shoving himself on top of you.

On instinct, you spread your legs for him pathetically fast, calves wrapping around his waist in an instant.

"Good girl.", Elijah hummed against your cheek, nearly coaxing a whimper out of you as his other hand slid between your bodies, slender fingers playing over your trembling stomach and eventually down to align himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock prodding against your already oozing cunt, "I'd never fuck an android and you know why? Because they'd never just get oh so hot and desperately wet like you do, love."

His breathing rendered more labored with every inch of him that spearheaded into you, stretching you out to accommodate him properly. With furrowed brows, you bit down on your bottom lip, hiding your flustered face in his shoulder to shut down every possible sound that might come out of your mouth upon feeling Elijah drilling into you.

"Wouldn't waste a thought on it when I can just be balls deep inside your perfect pussy." His hushed voice intoxicated you as he started rocking his hips into your lap at a reckless pace right away, a heavy moan threatening to erupt from your lungs.

God, you wanted to groan and whine out your hammering arousal so badly but shoved it all back down your throat as hard as you possibly could. It almost felt like a sore, dry lump forming right behind your tongue that you couldn't do anything about but to swallow it over and over again.

"Not even I could build something so magnificent as you are." Eli's hot breath stroke over your jawline and everything in you clung onto these words, although, for the blink of an eye, you found yourself wondering if that was just him getting increasingly drunk on your body with each and every hard roll of his waist, not pulling out fully before hammering into you again.

"Maybe I should just knock you up sometime soon, huh?", In a weak attempt to steady yourself, you clawed at his back, fingernails digging into his skin, "Actually creating a life, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Instead of words, your body delivered the answer to that. To silence everything that was just on the brink of shooting out of your mouth, your body convulsing and shuddering in a quiet orgasm, you bit down on your bottom lip so hard that you were almost sure to draw blood.

"Fuck, pulling me in so desperately." In a frantic rut, the rhythm of his movements gradually faltering, Elijah pressed his lips to yours again with a nearly bruising force.

"Such a good girl, trying to be obedient and quiet for me." He noted you violating your bottom lip whilst shoving himself into your spasming cunt as far as he could one last time before his own climax took over.

You felt it spurt out of him, filling you up that extra notch and it took every last bit of self-control to not just let your head loll back into the satin-covered pillows and whine out at the sensation.

"Fucking hell…that was so overdue, I give you that." With a low groan, Elijah pulled out of you, moving his body to collapse next to yours.

Letting your abused bottom lip finally slip from between your teeth, you felt the emotional whiplash washing right over the blissful release you experienced just moments before.

"Next time just tell me, no need to squash a glass with that pretty hand of yours."

[abby118]

It makes me so happy to see I’m not alone here. Honestly the Loki fandom is so fucking isolating, and I feel like if you say you prefer Pre-series Loki/Loki Prime whatever….you get shit flung at you. This fandom has done a really good job at making me scared to share my opinions. (Hell, I can’t even criticize the TVA without “UWU THE TVA ARE SMOL ANGST BLORBOS WITH TRAUMA! THEY’RE LOKI’s WHOLESOME FOUND FAMILY WHO HELPED HIM!!!”) It’s helped me a little bit to remember Loki in the series is a variant of our boy, because like…he’s literally nothing like Loki in the slightest and no offense to the fans, but it feels like a majority of them haven’t even TOUCHED the previous films. (Literally saw a post calling them old and outdated.)

Thank you for this blog. 🥺

Ooh yes, mhm. It can be isolating, for sure, but I also think we're fortunate that it did split into pre and post ragnarok eras of the fandom because some fandoms die when its source material gets retconned. I definitely relate to the opinion aimed towards the new "fans"; they're one of the most disrespectful and meanest people I have had the displeasure of interacting with in fandom spaces and I've been on this site for a while now.

And no, the character in the series is not a variant of Loki. The *only thing they share is a name, which has been stolen from the original character it rightfully belongs to, with the intent of cashing in on the fans. I refuse to refer to him as the same character. *They do share the same actor too, and as much as it hurts to say it, because Tom Hiddleston has been my favourite actor since I can remember - I was literally 9 when I joined the fandom when T1 came out..(for context, I'll be turning 22 this year), I no longer relate to how he views, or seems to view, Loki. And don't get me wrong, he will always be the person who played my favourite character, that will not change, but I do not see his interpretation of Loki as my own anymore. It doesn't even match his old one. And I know I'm not alone in feeling like this.

The TVA is a topic I don't have the energy to get into but it is beyond problematic. I'll just say that, I'm sure we all know what I'm getting at there. And I wouldn't even say it "feels" like the newer people haven't touched the movies. I have spoken to a few of them and it is an actual thing, apparently. Some of them started with ragnarok...which does explain a lot...and never bothered to check the original ones. And then they complain about feeling unwelcome among the fanbase, I wonder why that is, huh? - "I feel like if you say you prefer Pre-series Loki/Loki Prime whatever….you get shit flung at you. This fandom has done a really good job at making me scared to share my opinions."

Don't listen to them. Block them. They are not interactions that would bring you enjoyment or any sort of positive feeling and that's not what fandoms are supposed to be like, trust me. If you genuinelly feel upset about people's takes and opinion aimed towards you, you have every right to avoid them. Tumblr has no algorithm and blocking is nothing but curating your experience, you don't owe anything to these people. I, myself, have done this, including filtering tags, and it is so much more peaceful than when I rejoined (beacuse I changed blogs). Still, no longer being able to go to the main tag is incredibly sad.

Find a group of people you can interact with, follow the tags that are more specific and avoid what doesn't benefit your fun here. And thank you for being here, really. Especially for reaching out 💚🖤 I'm very glad you like my blog. I'm just doing my own thing, which in my case, means trying to stay true to the fandom I loved and enjoyed (and still do) from years ago, regardless of the notes or what people say. Because, at the end of the day, all that matters is your own enjoyment. I'm trying not to post too much negativity towards post2013 despite having a lot to say because there are blogs who do that, and do so well (thank you guys), and we need one that's focused on the good things too, but sometimes it really is needed. So thank you for the opportunity.

[pluage-docters-go-brrrrrr]

Very out of character thing I made, might as well be it's own au. Very dumb and very stupid. Dumb and dumber type shit.

Word count: unknown.

Author: me

Summary: Megatron and Ratchet make a very chaotic youtube video together that ends in disaster, which is then sumerized by a random unknown narrator who is somewhat unreliable.

Look, I don't watch cooking videos. I like my food pre-prepared or fast. But for some reason the youtube algorithm thought it would be fun to show me a cooking video. It was called "Making a snack to eat while your frenemy sends their bf to kill their haters." With two robots on the thumbnail in a kitchen. A tall silver one trying to work a microwave oven, and a smaller white and orange one making a bruise with make up.

Now I know what your thinking, what the fuck, why is this a thing. Well I'm here to tell you that that thought never leaves the whole damn video. The video starts with the tall silver one standing next to the small white and orange one, who is white and red right now, staring unnervingly at the camera. He changes color throughout the video. Noone knows what color he actually is.

"Greatings humans, it is I Lord Megatron and today we are doing something different." The silver one, Megatron, opens. "Instead of the Huckleberry Finn review you were promised because the autobot medic here has someone who needs to die and I want to watch. But it would be boring with out a snack so I'm making an oreo mug cake. Isn't that right doctor?"

The white nodds at the camera and smiles awkwardly. It is very obvious he doesn't know what he's doing. "Your support to talk." Megatron tells him.

"I'm sorry but booktok doesn't pay my bills, the United States government does." The doctor says angerly.

"I don't do booktok!! I review books that these flesh-bags call classics! And you wanted to do this!" The silver robot points an accusing Tallon at his companion.

"I didn't think it would be awkward! Honestly you would think they would make cameras less soulless." The doctor complains looking away placing his hands on his hips.

"IT'S NEON PINK!" Megatron yells starting a yelling match.

"THE LENSE ISN'T!"

"THEN DON'T LOOK AT THE LENSE!"

"THEN THE VIDEO WILL LOOK WEIRD!" That ends the yelling and starts the first fight of the video. A video that is a hour and a half long.

Megatron starts it by punching the medic in the face, knocking him to the ground. Then said medic pounces on the silver robot, attaching himself to his back and starts throwing punches. It takes three tries before he is flung off. Falling to the floor the white robot's hands turn to blades and he stabs the silver one, making him roar in pain. He then picks him up by his head his finger knives making dents that are leaking, a strange blue liquid.

The autobot then opens his eyes and points, "Are those new mugs?" He ask like his head isn't being held in a vice grip.

He is instantly dropped and Megateon holds up the various colored mugs, "Yes they are, thank you for pointing them out." The silver one says graciously, his fingers now covered in blue. "I got them because Soundwave didn't want me to use his mugs." He shows them to the camera, "We have a red one, a blue one, a pink one, my favorite the purple one-"

"Probably because it looks like dark energon." The medic says sassily. Holding his head.

He gets a side eye from Megatron, "Ratchet, you know it is not that. It's because purple is my favorite color, you know that. Anyways, we have a green one, a yellow one, a white one, a black one, and lastly an orange one." Megatron puts down the mugs and pulls out a microwave oven and a cook book, along with some oreos.

"Doctor why don't you show the people your set up." He ask. Ratchet then gets out a make up mirror, eye shadow, blush, and other make up related things along with a computer.

"I'm going to use these to fake a bruise to get Ultra Magnus in trouble and hopefully have Optimus kill him." Ratchet says putting his materials on the other end of the counter near the sink.

"Why do you need Prime to kill his second in command, doctor?" Megatron asked in the fakest voice on the planet.

"Well he got me in trouble for arson, and that's one of the few things I can do for fun on this planet. So now I'm going to be crocheting durring knitting time and baking durring killing time." Ratchet responds, looking mournful of his lost time.

"You have a designated time for murder?"

"I'm stuck at base all day I need something to entertain me and if running over random people is that entertainment then so be it!"

"What type of people do you run over?"

"Oh, just random people. I ran over this one guy who was laying in the middle of the road. I mean he was losing blood at a fast rate and would've died anyway. Their was also this high-schooler with weird hair with him. It looked like a pice of stake."

They look at eachother for a bit before Megatron gets back to he video. Showing off his microwave and getting his messering spoons along woth th other ingredients. Om skipping this part because it not really that eventful. All that happens is Megatron starts making the mug cakes while Ratchet looks for tutorials on how to make bruises with makeup. They do end up fighting again, like three times over the same thing. Which is the oreos running out. Then a fourth because Megatron can't use a microwave to save his life.

They use like three boxes of normal oreos before using the fourth of July ones, which cause a verbal argument. Then when those are used up they pull out the golden oreos. Megatron sets up the mug before coming to a dilemma.

"Okay," Megatron starts, "so Soundwave got these because he doesn't know the recipe. So like what do we do with them?"

Ratchet, who is midway through a tutorial on how to make an authentic black eye and absolutely battered and worn, turns around, "just take out the cocoa powder and add more vanilla extract."

"Yeah, but how much vanilla because the original recipe calls for 1/4 teaspoon of vanilla and-" Ratchet goes up their and adds one whole teaspoon of vanilla. Which was apparently way too much because Megatron's jaw was practically on the floor.

"WHY WOULD YOU ADD THAT MUCH?!"

"YOU NEED TO MAKE UP FOR THE LACK OF FLAVOR! WE TOOK OUT THE COCOA POWDER! THAT HELPS GIVE FLAVOR!"

"COULDN'T YOU ADD LESS?"

"YOU CAN ADD LESS ON THE NEXT ONE!"

Then the fight. Ratchet punches Megatron in the face pushing him back and causing him to bite his lip. Which makes him bleed, this is the first time he bleeds in the video, unlike Ratchet who is covered in scabs. He even picked at one at some point.

Since that is clearly unacceptable Megatron punches the air out of the good doctor knowing him down and making him gasp. Ratchet gets up though and starts acting feral, hes growling and biting as Megatron tries to shove him off and shoo him away. The autobot gets on all fours at one point. They end up cooking the cake and make the reast with half as much vanilla.

Then nothing happens again. They use up all the oreos and Ratchet finishes the makeup tutorial. They quickly hide everything and set up the snacks. Conveniently They don't even have to get Ultra Magnus because he walking in as Megatron walks out of the room.

"What happened to you?" He asks, talking about all the dents scratches and scabs on the medics body and not the fake bruise, he doesn't even knkw about it since Ratchet's facing away from him.

"Nothing..." The medic says.

Now to be honest I went way to go switch my laundry so I don't know what happens next, but I do know that when I came back Magnus was getting his ass handed to him by -who I'm guessing is- Optimus Prime while Ratchet's crying on the floor and Megatron's eating the mug cakes and giving a review on each one.

Now Magnus looks worse than Ratchet, who's makeups has smeared and rolling down his face from the tears he's crying, and is getting his head bashed agenst the counter were Ratchet was doing his make up. He's just getting bodied by Optimus. Then the video cuts to just Megatron sitting in his room with a mugcake.

"So my camera died while recording, but Ultra Magnus was not killed, he was simply beaten within an inch of his life and is banned from going near the good doctor. So Knockout had to treat him. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the video, make sure to comment, subscribe, and smash that like button. I will see you in the next video."

Then a cringe 2016 outro plays and the video ends. Now, what your probably thinking is still what the fuck, why did they do that? Well, they don't even know themselves, and they never made another video like it. Honestly I don't even know why I watched it, I can't even end the summary it's that crazy. So, um, bye.

[vergess]

homesteading question for Writing Reasons (and because every time i google or look on youtube for this stuff the algorithms start reccing me alt right tradwife bullshit) would livestock guardian dogs work with silkie chickens? mostly for aerial predators? because apparently silkies are uh. very easy targets for hawks and stuff. ideally the character i am writing wants to free range and the area does actually have hawks and buzzards so i was thinking LGDs but idk if LGDs are good with chickens or what breed to go with (any breed tbh doesnt matter where they originate as long as they can do the job because the character can get animals from anywhere) ALSO they'd have to be good with kids which i don't THINK is a problem? but idk if livestock guardian dogs actually work well with chickens and if its better to just not free range silkies at all lmao i know its Just Fiction but i want there to be actual Stakes for the homestead farm and an idyllic backyard chicken scenario is not enough Tension

In a homesteading environment, you're more likely to be relying on roosters to handle your chicken safety than on dogs; dogs are more commonly used for much larger flocks.

That said, this is a great opportunity to hype up The Best Fucking Dog, the great pyrnees. If the environment allows for them (eg it's not a desert), there polar bear looking mega-pups are THE go to for chickens.

Unlike a lot of shepherding breeds that only have instinctive bonding habits with cattle, sheep, etc, the Pyrenees understands the chickens "belong to him" without much need for specific training. He's a huge and imposing animal that will 100% Fucketh Up Some Shit if he senses a threat, and absolutely will win in a fight. But his nature is restful and gentle, and he won't think your chickens are toys to be flung all over the yard, unlike hunting breeds. Indeed, many Pyrenees are so gentle and relaxed in between "going on their rounds" that chickens will come nest on the dog.

The big issue with a Pyrenees is they will try to become the pack leader. You must establish early and often that you are the boss and that the Pyr is your right hand: trusted to make his own decisions, but ultimately expected to be obedient.

This can be tricky in today's world, where the major obedience training and work options for him are learning tricks in exchange for treats. Neither of those will appeal to most Great Pyrenees. But in the context of a fantasy homestead, this is basically as ideal a behavioural profile as you can imagine, because all a Pyrenees really, truly wants in life is:

Stuff to protect with all his big old heart

Walking around space

Praise for walking around protecting his stuff

Maybe a nice view point where he can lay and watch his stuff in between walking around

Which makes them basically perfect for acting as guardians to everything from children to chickens.

[yellowraincoat]

they don't. know what's in your post is a common theory/idea often considered in the l&co fandom, do they..... 😭😭 like I have seen quite a few people talking about dead boy detectives and Lockwood and co's cancellation, along with other similar sounding shows, and although maybe a far fetched theory it's a theory nonetheless. ive seen it many times, none aggressive towards dead boy detectives itself (including yours)

and honestly man, I dont think the idea of banking on the success of another show (dead boy detectives expected to be successful even before release, for example) and trying to eliminate something that could lessen expected success (dbd fans watching l&co and vice versa, dividing the attention) is too far out there. which is neither the show or 'competing' shows fault ofc. it may not actually work like that but who tf really knows anymore, and it's just a theory anyway. no need for everyone to get pissy

anyways yeah sorry that happened and neil answered me saying he wasn't angry at you and I'm still reeling from that so 👍👍👍

You and Neil are basically like this now 🤞lmao. But yeah I've seen some tags like "this is wild conspiracy theorizing" and like... no it's just speculating based on how I know marketing works.

Like, I'm not in Netflix's walls, nor am I in their black box algorithm that determines which shows get renewed, but like generally this was my thought process: streaming services want to put out a diverse array of content that hits a lot of niches -> teen ghost hunters is a very specific niche -> if one show under performs expectations and you have the rights to another that you think will do well based on the creative team involved + the author bringing in a very large existing fan base, why keep the slightly under-performing show around and over-saturate that niche when you could direct more funds to other genres and try for another immediate hit.

Like I'll trust when Neil Gaiman says that's not how it works because he's actually worked with netflix, he is in their walls but I do not think my post was some far flung conspiracy theory. It's fucking plausible, at least based on the average person's understanding of these companies.

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Two (2) programs that might prove to be "old news" for us but today they provide an EXCELLENT primer on the crazy making Megaliars & their Suckit Mouthpiece Omit Scoobie. Both serve as REFRESHERS on the vindictive nature of the unroyal duo and their united quest to burn down the BRF.

Why does it matter? We must continue to challenge their lies and the Megaliars with TRUTH. Please consider sharing both programs. Also, please follow the links to their YT channels and leave a LIKE to beat the pro-Suckit algorithm.

Thanks to all of you here on Tumblr, I've come a long way from the royal watcher who surprised herself in a puddle of tears in 2019 (or 2020) when Megaliar published viscous lies about Catherine via her online mouthpieces. At the time, I had a Twatter account and a male from her past (yes him) jumped into the feed to encourage me. He explained that she was on a mission to burn down the BRF. I asked, "when will she be exposed?" He replied "she already has been."

HG Tudor: This One's Wife

The Plutonium Show: Pluto & Zach Podcast #87

The Meghans voted Hypocrites of the Year!

2016 MM "I stick with a neutral colour palette."

[jayextee]

Cunk on Britain

Because, fuck it, I can't sleep and binged all five episodes of this thing and now apparently this Tumblr is a blog where I review every piece of media my shitstain attention-span let me consume in its entirety.

I'd been aware of the character Philomena Cunk for a while due to YouTube Shorts showing me these bizarre interview snippets where a woman (Diane Morgan, who is excellent) plays the embodiment of Dunning-Kruger syndrome made flesh, a character so confidently-wrong and willing to display it in the form of stupid questions, I couldn't not watch any new one the almighty Algorithm™ flung my way.

So I'd been meaning to check out more, in context, in the form of the show. Which I have now, due to the aforementioned insomnia.

All five episodes play out in the 'mockumentary' format, and OH LAWDY is it well-observed and executed with finesse. The flat and boring tone of the presenter (Cunk herself), the visual vocabulary, the pacing of regular documentary programming all sends the genre up in a manner so tiringly-familiar it becomes hilarious.

Not that it doesn't have the help of some amazing writing, by Charlie Brooker; best-known for his hand-drawn comic strips advertising CeX back when they were a tiny London backstreet shop.

Or Black Mirror. That's a thing he also did. I guess.

So, that's the how, but the what? A brief, ish, history of Great Britain. As told by the most amusingly-dimwitted and wilfully-ignorant presenter, who I hasten to remind the one reader I probably have, is fictional; via a series of archive footage, historic stills, helicopter shots of Cunk on hills, and interviews with experts in their field trying their very best to remain composed whilst answering absurdly-silly questions -- it's brilliant, and funny, and clever.

So. I guess I'll be checking out the follow-up Cunk on Earth the next time I can't sleep then, eh?

5/5

[echoedcrosshairs]

Those Who Fight Together - Part 15

Summary: Undescribed Female Jedi nicknamed Reaper goes toe to toe with the Techno Union, mention of character death? and blowing a little steam with some restraints

Warning: Violence, Old Force Magic, Bondage if you squint, Techno Union, The Algorithm experiment, injuries, temporary blindness, restraints, drinking

Word Count: 11k

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Masterlist

Echo paced back and forth on the Marauder, something didn't feel right but he couldn't place it maybe it was just being alone again in a sort of cramped space. He looked at the empty chairs before forcing himself to sit in one, I could just head to Kamino not that there's anyone there for me to talk too but I wouldn't be alone. I could met up with the 501st... She'd probably kill me if I got hurt. Echo's hand went to the crystal around his neck, I wonder if you've found them yet. Was it a formality or am I going to need this. He wrapped his fingers around it.

"GONK GONK GONK"

"You take forever to charge," Echo grumbled, "I need company."

"GONK GONK GONK"

"I don't speak power droid, add it to the list of stuff to learn. Do you mind me waking you?" Echo listened to a happy gonk sound and amused that it was fine, "There out on a mission... in the outer rim, the depths of the outer rim and I had to stay here," Echo heard the panic gonk sound, "Their going after the group that did... this, the group you guys rescued me from" he said waving at himself, "There with this incredible Jedi, we call her Reaper," Echo recounted meeting her and their assignments and apologized for not charging him. Gonky seemed to listen to him making distinction noises keeping him company. "Thanks Gonky, I think we're gonna be here all night."

Slick flew up and awake hearing the small rustling start, he flung the covers back see Crosshair and Tech attempt to wake her up. Crosshair growled but got up allowing him to get in. Slick climbed on top of the bed and rested on his knees holding his hand to her face, "Duchess, time to wake up," Slick gave her a couple moments but she wasn't waking, "One of those nights," he scowled getting up and gently pulling out of the bed feeling her start to shake and the sweat starting. He dragged her over to his bed folding his legs and rocking her in "Duchess, wake up," he said tapping her face a little harder.

You jolted awake in a panic, your head colliding violently against a hard object, "Ow! Hard-head," Slick complained rubbing his jaw. You tried to open your mouth but his hand was over it shaking his head, "Duchess, calm down" He said removing his hand, "Remember they're here. Breath," you slumped in his arms trying to lower your pounding heart, "Nightmare or a vision?" He asked. "Nightmare." Slick nodded knowing the repeated night, "Do you want to try to go back to sleep or go for a stroll? I can't obviously offer you fresh air or scenery however because someone just had to insist on white everything."

"More food?" you asked.

"Yeah come on."

You crawled out of Slick's lap rubbing your eyes and held Hunter's cool touch about your skin, reflexively you grabbed him and took him with you. The Duchess doesn't...

"Shut up, I just woke up," you groaned.

"Talking to yourself again?" Crosshair eyed.

"You can also shut up," you snipped.

Hunters hand tightened around yours as he saw the way your eyes slitted as you looked at Crosshair. He tugged you a little closer as you all finished the walk to the lounge. He found Reef already there cooking.

"I thought I heard an approaching disturbance," He said turning his head around but keeping his body on task, "I am preparing breakfast, do you need to partake of some early?"

"I'm famished," you said tugging your hand out of Hunters and crawled into the booth next to slick.

"Last time you said that, I had to insert Reef's other program and that was a long day," Slick leered.

"To be far we had just gotten back from a rough assignment I was very very hungry," you laughed slightly shoving him, "and if I remember correct you were eating during it anyway."

"I was starving, I'm not a desert before dinner type of guy and you had entertainment."

Wrecker asked "Are they talking about what I think they are?"

"Yes. I bet Echo would love to know," Crosshair rolled his eyes, "Told him she had a droid kink."

"It was the type of sex, Crosshair, that would make you jealous" you narrowed your eyes at him, "Now be a good boy and shut up, maybe you'll get a treat," you send slipping back into the cool waters of the Duchess.

Slick put his hand on your leg again and leaned in, "As much as that one deserves it, you don't need to be so harsh until we get there."

"Keep getting close, I'll bend her over one of these stools," Crosshair hissed behind you.

You jumped a little, "Cross! Maker you step as light as a loth."

"He's definitely crossed," Slick chuckled rolling his eyes taking his hand off.

"I expected his behavior from Tech not you," you squinted.

"Don't think that drink didn't effect him too?" Crosshair growled.

"Yet he drank it," you said turning back to the counter just to have Crosshair grab you and spin you back around.

Slick tried to hide the smirk on his face when Reef split his arms and pulled 4 guns on him, "Is there a problem Dutchess?" he asked pointing each of them at Crosshair who didn't even look phased.

"No, but thank you Reef," you said kindly watching Reef tuck everything away, you gave Crosshair a little shove and stood up turning the icy stare, "I know you're looking out for your brother but here? You need to watch out for yourself. Anything else?"

"No."

You lean forward looking like you were going to kiss him but very forcibly bit his lip, "Good, you're getting on my nerves," and sat back down.

"What did I say about playing nice?" Slick scolded, "even if he started it," he muttered, "I'm going to regret this," he groaned already seeing the spiteful wheels turning in your head.

You gave him a little coy smile, "You mean my favourite way to treat you when you irritated me? Then yes." You turned around and grabbed Crosshair by the throat gently then forcibly pushed him to the wall you flicked your fingers up and his arms went flying above his head, "I bet you've imagined this differently," you said running your tongue over your teeth which got  a snarl from him. Carefully you tugged his shirt up and flicked it over his head using it at a cushion for his hands.

"You can only keep my hands up for so long," he growled.

"You're going to be holding your own hands up. Slick, darling,  a black napkin and my tea."

"Duchess," he groaned staring at the glint in your eye knowing there was no change your mind. He grabbed the napkin and quickly put on the tea, "The tea will be done soon."

"Lovely," you said patting him taking the nap, "Crosshair," you gave him mischievous siren eyes, "You're going to hold your hands up until I say... Crosshair again," the compulsion spilled out then the pain and coughing. You covered you mouth knowing what next, forcing your self to stand straight as your throat tore a little and covered your mouth.

Hunter's nose flared as the smell hit him, the faint scent of blood. His hand tighten on the table and he felt Wrecker's hand come down his shoulder. Tech blinked rapidly looking between Hunter and the napkin. Crosshair's eyes went wide as he saw the discoloration and the faint stain, he tried to fight against it but couldn't, "Hold your hands up," kept replaying in his mind every time he tried.

"Was that really necessary?" Slick whispered handing you the tea.

"When the time comes... he has to know what it will do to him. At least this way it'll be kind. Duty above all," you whispered back after taking a few drinks of the tea and swishing it around your mouth before swallowing, "Much better," you purred, sipping it until it was empty and handing it back to him. You turned back to Crosshair who was studying you, you moved back in front of him letting your fingers walk up his chest, "You are so handsome."

He remained silent observing very movement and word letting the icy sniper underneath show tucking away the sliver of warmth he displayed. He watched as you trailed your fingers up his chest your finger tips spread wide to feel more of him. Crosshair felt you gazing into his eyes and he let himself bore back into yours with every ounce of ice even when your touches dance to tender places like his neck and his legs.

"Is he always like this?" Slick asked leaning against the table watching with Hunter, Wrecker and Tech, "There's nothing in his eyes."

"Crosshair is a sniper, our Reaper is currently the Duchess. He did happen to try to kill her when he saw her with Dooku so the fact that she has him... displayed is probably setting off was warning bells," Tech offered.

"He what?" Slick's head snapped, "I regret every word of trying to get her to be nice. He really did just toss her aside..." he voiced louder knowing he would hear as he scoffed marching over there. One handed he snaked his fingers over the ones you had on Crosshair's chest and pulled your hand back, "Let him go Duchess. He doesn't deserved to be worshiped like this from you and doesn't seem to appreciate it anyway there's no point." He saw the mask slip for a moment revealing defeat and sadness before being replaced with the pouty flirt that doesn't get her way, "Crosshair," Slick let your hand go, "You can do that to me anytime," he said swiping his finger up your cheek, "At least I can appreciate a woman seductively touching me, what man can't? Oh wait" he added purposely poking him before heading back to his stool taking the napkin and tossing it in the garbage.

"What happened to play nice?" You asked joining him.

"He apparently tried to kill you. I know you're not the same person around them you are with me but he doesn't deserve that slice of the Duchess, the tenderness under the rage and wraith. None of them would appreciate it."

Crosshair watched pulling his shirt back on tucking it in, he enjoyed it but it still felt wrong. He stuck a tooth pick in his mouth and walked back to the table with brothers questioning if his dignity was intact. I hate that fucking Reg.

"Once again your right."

"I know," his voice full of glee, "Food!" he said looking down at the steaming food Reef set before both of you. He watched you dig in and scarfed it before eating himself.

"Are you enjoying the food?" Reef asked looking down at the empty plate, "and soft enough for throat?"

"It was as perfect as always."

"Thank you, I must check in with our guest."

You laid your head down at the table, letting the tiredness hit you with the warm food, "Let's get you back to bed," Slick sliding his arms around your shoulders and knees, "We can have fun when you wake up."

"You're not going to sleep?"

"With Crosshair on board? Not a chance, I'll nap when your awake just so one of us are up."

"He's not going to-"

"The emptiness and hollowness in his eyes said different."

The rest of the walk was silent, he gently returned you to bed the and the squad retaking their position except Crosshair who sat in the corner floor so he could watch the whole room. Slick grabbed a pad and sat up in his bed occasionally checking in watching Crosshair's glare at him and heard Wrecker's snoring. Almost as bad as Chopper's, he scowled remembering his unit but still missed them. Wrecker didn't sleep either, he stayed up petting your head for the rest of the night ready to step between Slick and Crosshair if a fight broke out and he was pretty sure it was.

You felt Hunter's hand on your face and a kiss on your forehead making your eyes flutter open, "Good morning," you yawned sleepily stretching  into him, "mmm you smell good," curling up a little more.

"Don't get any ideas, it's still my time," Tech said to no one in particular noting Wrecker, Crosshairs and Slick's absence, "Obviously that's not a good sign," he said.

"Their fine, Wrecker and Cross are eating and Slick's on deck," Hunter replied, "Non of them slept."

You rolled your eyes sitting up, wiping them, "You guys shouldn't have come," you muttered.

"Why so you could have your fun with Slick and Reef?" Tech deadpanned.

"No, it would have been the last thing on my mind but at least Slick would have liked it, I have never been more degraded and insulted..." you sighed the anger deflating a little, "Slick's right, there was nothing when I touched no warmth.. no humanity, nothing. I shouldn't have even bothered. It was like looking in the mirror."

"Do you doubt Crosshair's affection?" Tech inquired.

"I doubt everything I have ever believed," you uttered grabbing another outfit and leaving them.  You changed walking down the hall without a care in the world as you headed towards the deck and climbed your spot in the chair in the center, BB-001 informed you that you still over half of an orbital's flight and you groaned. You knew Slick could see your bitter mood but neither of you wanted to discuss it and it was only made worse then Crosshair walked in shirtless.

"Do it again," he said leaning over you in the chair.

You scoffed "Why would I waste more of my time when you proved me to be uninspiring to a fine creature such as yourself?" You snipped trying to move him with your leg but failed with how firmly he was planted, "Move," you growled but he still didn't budge, "Go fuck a whore, Cross," you added shoving him back finally getting him to move, "if your so good in bed. Obviously to good to be interested in me and now your only doing it out of pride. Did you go to the med bay and grab some helpers? There was nothing last night between us, nothing... why would there be? I'm nothing but a barely hot piece of ass for you only when you want it," the words ripped from your throat as the tears came, "Just leave me alone." You ran from the room shaking locking yourself in one of the destruction rooms knowing after sadness always comes anger. You could hear Wrecker and Slick banging on the door you opened the panel and shot it a few times to keep Tech from overriding it. That should buy a least a while of peace and quiet. You curled yourself up on the floor and sobbed yourself back to sleep.

"Are you trying to break us up!" Crosshair shouted shoving Slick.

"You're doing that just fine on your own," he scoffed catching himself turning his attention back the door, "Going to have to blast it open?" He asked looking down at Tech.

"Yes, she has disrupted the signal on the other end."

"I'm not threw with you," Crosshair said yanking Slick again.

"We can have it out when I know she's okay, I actually care about her and I personally don't have time for your bantha crap until I know she's fine," Slick said walking over to the wall with a concealed Pod waking one of the droids, "Get the door open." Slick watched as droid punched the seam until there was a dent big enough for the droid to get his hands on and pry open.

Wrecker got to her first and checked her breathing and the undisturbed room, "She's asleep." Wrecker scooted you into his big arms, "You gave all of us a scare," he said listening to your breathing change.

"I just want to be alone."

"Well you can be alone in my arms but that's the most alone you're going to get."

"I rather be alone in bed, the floor isn't that comfortable," you said rolling your shoulder.

"I can put you in bed beautiful."

Crosshair watched Wrecker carry her off and how puffy her face one, "I do not know how to assist," Tech standing next him also watching.

"We'll deal with it when we go home," Hunter chimed in, "Just need to get our heads on straight for the mission ahead as much as I want to solve it now there's not enough time."

Crosshair took out the toothpick and flicked it into the room, "We're soldiers, we pick ourselves and move on," his words didn't match what was going on in his head. His trained cool demeanor refused to display his personal feelings. He felt the eyes on him but he followed after Wrecker ignoring the glare as he picked up his armor attaching it, after his helmet sealed shut he grabbed his Firepuncher taking a glance to see the silent sobbing. He took himself down to the shuttle letting himself have a single tear before focusing on his drilled in task of cleaning and prepping his weapon.

"Everyone is in the shuttle, we got to go," Slick said disturbing their slight embrace.

You had long since stopped crying and hoped your face was half presentable as you walked into the shuttle taking the seat next to Hunter as Slick and Reef took the pilot chairs. You fiddled repositioning your sabers time counting the minutes.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Slick asked hoping you hadn't lost your nerve.

"I can't wait to watch it burn at my feet," the cruel sweetness came back to your voice and he smiled.

"I'll happily watch anything that upsets you burn at your feet," he replied, "especially if your in heels"

"I wouldn't have it any other way my knight," you purred standing up resting your elbows on his and Reef's shoulder, "Everything is position?" your regular voice returning.

"The rendezvous ship is 25 minutes out of sensor range, that provides us with enough time to disrupt and destroy."

"For Echo," you whispered returning to your seat, pulling the other saber out of the nap sack with your armor, you kissed it placing it back in the bag, "Techno Union is about to learn you will reap what you sow", you whispered letting every once of rage lace it "I think I'm going to make an entrance, see you boys when you catch up!" You laughed skipping your way to the exit door and opening it, grabbing the lid off of a crate and stepping out tugging the door shut behind you.

"She is falling at terminal velocity towards a solid mass, she is going to die!" Tech said standing up but Wrecker shoved him back down. Slick clicked his tongue, "She'll be fine, she did it all of the time and usually from higher up. It's a very effective technique. Well you boys should know by now the Jedi like the fall and jump from deadly heights," wish more of them were finale, he mentally added.

"Effective in doing what? Running a high probability of dying?" Tech asked staring with his head slightly cocked.

"Intimidation," Crosshair said flatly.

"So he does still have a tongue," Slick joked, "Alright boys getting ready to touch down... She's fine... in more ways that one," He laughed watching her ass sway in the heels walking towards the main door with the two guards in tow, "Maker made that one just for us clones," he whistled, "Touch down. Waiting for her signal," almost on que the she pushed the door open, "Okay three minutes," Slick said putting on his helmet and jogging after her making some excuse as to what took him so long to catch up.

"You good, Cross?" Hunter asked as soon as Slick had caught up.

"Yes," he said tartly.

"You could just stay-" Wrecker started.

"Shut up."

The guard had bought the story about a surprise inspection given the possibility of contracting them for a new task. You casually looked at everything as he went through the tour noticing the exits, cameras and blind spots. The job seemed to easy, shouldn't this place be more fortified? Although we are in the most protected and dangerous place in the outer rim. Three minutes were almost up. You nonchalantly asked to be directed to the bathroom was Slick distracted the man. You reached the bathroom and hit the signal for Tech to tap in remotely as they made their entrance. Camera's should start rolling off. Now for business. You stride out of the bathroom and heard the fun at had started. Guards were running which ever way and Slick and the head of the building had made there way to you telling you go to safety. Slick winked and you followed after both of them.

Crosshair found you and sneaking up the crosswalk above, being up high was currently the only comfort he had. He'd always love being up high in secluded spaces, it always eased his mind but his brain was still rattled from earlier as much as he tried to shove it from his thoughts. He waited and waited until he saw the smile on your face and your sabers sizzle to life. Aiming he raised his fire puncher but within moments you had already cleared the room.

"Next room, darling?" You purred to Slick already kicking the door open.

"No one stood a chance," he chuckled.

"No one ever stood a chance against my resolve."

Slick joined the dance clearing every room of every living thing while listening to the droids start ripping up and destroying equipment, "Everything seems to be on schedule," Slick muttered as your face went white as both of you made your way to the lab, "Scratch that." Both you looked at the assorted Troopers hooked up to various machines more experimented on.

"Hunter we need Tech in the lab, now," You shouted he could hear you over the sound of blaster fire and the shredding of metal. Your fingers danced quickly over the keys able to disconnect a few of the disoriented soldiers. It seemed like forever but Tech and Crosshair stepped through the door.

"Is there enough room on the shuttle?" Tech asked working quickly.

"Slick, plan C."

"I farking hate plan C," he said jogging off.

When the technicians came for their experiments Crosshair watched you dispatch them ruthlessly mocking up as they were cut to bits. It made his stomach turn. His eyes flicked up to Slick waving, quickly he watched you move the troopers onto one of the beds and push the bed towards him working on the next set as Tech finished. Tech looked down at the last soldier pulled the plug and moved on. Crosshair eyes scanned the screen, there was nothing that could have been done. His lips twitched with bitterness but starting picking up stray guards as they came in from behind.

"May I inquire what plan C is?" Tech said putting his data away and grabbing his blaster.

"Mildly plummeting to the world below and hoping she's angry enough to play catch."

Crosshair cocked his head, I'm surprised the building isn't falling already. Hunter and Wrecker were catching up destroying everything that even looked remotely electronic on there way down.

"I think she's angry," Wrecker said looking at the carnage.

"They were experimenting on Trooper's, I do not think angry covers it," Tech said.

Hunter shook his head, the four of them jogging after them. Hunter used her scent to track were they had gone finding them in one huge lab like the one they pulled Echo out of, "It's empty," he said.

"Just means they were going to try again," you growled looking at the technology, "Grab any thing important you can off of it."

Tech went to work pulling information files off of it while deleting them afterwards, "Done."

You put your sabers away and unloaded your blaster in the machine, "Die," you said blasting more then Slick's hand went to your face distracting you, "We have to move," he said letting go, "Echo would be happy if he saw that."

"I'll show him when we get home."

"Thanks, Tech," you said smiling, "I appreciate it."

He nodded. Tech watch you waltz from the room getting on your com to the droids when they started exploding, "We're out of time!"

"Slick, take them and go!"

"We're not-"

"Wrecker..." you asked looking at him, he gave a disappointed nod scooping up Hunter and grabbing Tech before he had time to move, "Get going, I'll get the injured." You noticed Crosshair didn't move as Wrecker moved to the door waiting, "Crosshair we can do this my way or Slicks way." Again he didn't move, "Forgive me," you begged watching in slow motion as Reef fell from the ceiling dropping him to the floor giving Slick enough time to hit the seal of his helmet and injected him. You saw the look of guilt hidden in his eyes before Slick put the helmet back on and tossed him over his shoulder.

Aren't I the one whose suppose to be apologizing? Crosshair thought as the tranq slammed into him.

Echo opened the priority hologram of Cody, "Echo? Where's Reaper... and everyone else it's morning?"

"There out on assignment, it's just me. Anything I can do to help you?"

"We just got a batch of injured from an outpost in the outer rim... They described her perfectly, a trader brought them in however."

Echo's hands tighten, "They were all out there," he said swallowing.

"Don't go getting any bright ideas, they'll turn up they probably just had to finish whatever it was. They just wanted to say thank you."

Echo looked down to see Hunter's homing button  blinking, "Have to go, they're back. I'll let her know, Commander," he said switching it off, "I don't have a good feeling about this," he muttered to Gonky who gave a concerned gonk.

Echo tracked the signal back to the border finding the white shuttle waiting. He docked the Marauder, opened the door and waited the moment he saw Hunter and Wrecker's faces he knew something was grow. However Tech's and Crosshair's were unreadable.

"Where's Reaper?" Echo asked staring at Slick's emotionless expression.

"With the soldier's... she's not back yet?" His expression going pale.

Echo fell in the seat next to him with a thud, "They made it... she wasn't with them."

There was a heavy silence between all of them before Slick broke it, "I'll get back and if I find her.. I know how to get ahold of you."

"If we find her, we'll let you know," Hunter confirmed, both of them pulling the doors shut to disembark, "We'll find her Echo."

"Unlikely, it was a two rotation journey. She most likely got incinerated catching them or succumbed to whatever injuries after getting them to safety."

"Tech!" Hunter snapped.

"I am not going to provide false hope, we all have to look at the facts and the statistics of her survival is less then minimal to none."

"For someone who was so broken about her leaving, you seem fine," Wrecker muttered.

"I am... adapting. We are soldiers, we adapt and move on. Its not that I am not hurt, but I know with our short lives if she has perished I will see her again one day and when that time comes I do not want to be lectured for letting my emotions get the better of me, again," he paused to collect himself, "If it was her final wish to get us to back to the republic... I will not allow her sacrifice to be for nothing. I will continue my duty as she would have wanted."

Plan 99, they all thought. Crosshair disappeared to his bunk. He sneered hearing Hunter behind him. He tossed his rifle in his bunk and plopped down next to it, "Leave me alone," he send pulling his privacy curtain.

"Crosshair, we both know she was upset when she said that. She loved you" Hunter said running his fingers along his bandana, even after all of that he could still faintly smell her on it, "We all saw it when she looked at you."

Wrecker bear hugged Echo, "We'll be okay." He tighten his grip as Echo tried to maneuver out of it, "Nope. Just accept the hug," that comment got through to him and he melted again, Wrecker finally set him down, "I'll go keep my eyes on brainy, since he still has stuff stashed on board."

Echo stood outside their room and rested his head on the door, I've lost so many brothers in this war and now possibly her. He pulled himself off knowing Tech was right about carrying on, he grabbed the crystal around his neck and put himself in his bunk which got a surprised look from Hunter. We're all hurting just in our own ways, I can't go in there yet.

Tech sat at the pilot seat putting his feet up with his arms folded over his chest as he stared out the window seeing a new message coming from Cody. He flipped it out not even nothing to look at him.

"I take it she didn't make it...?" Cody asked.

"Reaper is Missing in Action," Tech reported, "Yet to be seeped Killed in Action."

"What we're you guys even doing out there? There was no assignment out that far."

"We... brought down the Techno Unions Lab, the report should be available. Clone intelligence should already be investigating."

"I assumed but why?"

"Their was reasonable suspicion they were abducting clones in attempts to make another... 'algorithm' which we concluded to be true."

"Protecting us clones," Cody said shaking his head, "the only way I could have ever seen her going out. Has anyone told Wolffe?"

"No, it is our responsibility to tell him so, the others will probably want to refrain for a few days to confirm that she didn't find an alternate mode of transportation."

"Should still tell him, Tech."

"I will take it under advisement," Tech said before Cody cut off the communication.

"I'm not looking forward to that call," Wrecker muttered.

"I will do it, if there is not objections Hunter?"

Hunter commed that it would be the best if he did. He sat on his bunk listening to the anger in his voice then flatness when Tech mentioned duty. It pissed him off, but Tech was correct which passed him off more. Hunter heard him say keep him apprised and Tech signed off. He took off his bandana and clenched it in his hand, Hunter didn't want to give in to the possibility but knew there was no running from the truth that the probability was slim even for a Jedi. Hunter bolted up right and pulled Crosshair's curtain but to find his emotions rolling down his cheeks and fall down them to hiss pillow. He stepped back knowing the look of the coiled snake waiting to strike.

Crosshair yanked the curtain shut again but didn't say anything, already torn but aggravated at the lack of privacy from his brothers when he needed it. Move on, pick your self up and move on. You got it out of your system. He wiped what was left of his emotions off his face and pulled the curtain back hoping down to grab food. He felt Hunter's eyes when the hair on the back of his neck stood up but he wouldn't give him any further satisfaction of seeing him compromised. Grabbing food he sat down next to Tech and Wrecker staring out the view wondering if there a deeper meaning to Forgive me, what you said? Having Slick drug me? Knowing he'd have too? Not making up before the battle? He groaned his head swimming again, he moved himself to her room retaking his position on the floor staring at the bed and the fresh armor on it.

Echo spent the next three nights sleeping his bunk with his brothers, Wrecker this time seeking the solace of her room, even Gonky came in and joined them. He spent every day looking at the sensors for any sliver of hope whether it was his shift or not when he was finally going to give up a huge gold ship dropped in-front of them with the Tomb's crest. The ship put a tractor beam and pulled them to the docking port.

Hunter was the first to enter the ship to find Indel staring at him, surprised she's allowed to leave. The rest of the squad filed onto the ship unaware of what they would be doing all the way out here however the look in Indel's face gave him a sliver of hope. He watched her point her finger at Echo and extend her hand, he walked Echo freeze his hand holding it but he reluctantly gave it back watching Indel put the saber by together.

"Whole once again," she said looking specifically at Echo, "Balance requires two, saber and user or man and machine however together they make a whole," she said handing the saber to him, "once again you are whole."

Echo stared at the saber, "She's gone isn't she?" he whispered.

Indel let out a short laugh, "Did you not hear a word I said child. Come."

You groaned, "Touch each finger to your thumb, good, wiggle your toes," Asclepios repeated every motor skill practice several times a day then moved on to practical making you walk and eventually run a simple obstacle course, "I don't think you missed anything," you complained.

"Master, it is part of my training don't you forget," she jokingly snipped back making you do it all over again, "it looks like it is time to go home," she said looking up at the observation window to Indel and the Squad looking down, "Can you see them?" she asked.

"I don't need too, I can sense them. Any more test or can I get out of this.. hospital gown, this shade of yellow is not my color."

"Let's one through the test one more time, to put on a show as you would say."

"Might as well give you your second saber, you catch up fast," you said sarcastically, "Thank you for putting me back together."

"It is my duty, but I am glad I sensed it and came as fast as I could for my friend."

Hunter unknowingly put his hand on the glass, stepping forward staring down watching every bodily movement intensely not believing she was still alive. Tech wide eyed starred in disbelief wondering if she enjoyed rewriting the laws of physics. Wrecker jumped saying he knew it, she was to bad ass to be dead. Echo stared at the saber finally understanding what Indel meant, he saw her smile at his understanding. Crosshair stood there silently observing. They all followed Indel lead them to the medical room after you concluded your test.

"It will gradually come back more with time" Asclepios tried reassuring by the time the door opened, "just have patience, Master. You have guest behind you waiting."

"How could I not know their loud," you chuckled turning around, "Clone Force 99, Cody spoke a lot about you."

"Master, that isn't funny," both of you started laughing enough for Indel to cough, "well maybe a little."

"Do you think she is well enough to... go home?" Indel asked.

"No, but I grant her permission. I do not think this facility is equipped to keep her contained much longer," she said helping you off the observation table, "I think a familiar area... will help."

"So be it, you may... take her home."

Asclepios anxiously released her hold on you watching you take a few steps towards them. All of them were scared to touch you not wanting to break down and make a sense. You were thankful for the cluster around you using them as a guide by to the ship, you missed the step up and felt Crosshair's grasp on you to steady you then quickly release as you got into the Marauder. Your hand went to the wall of the ship, "Been awhile," you whispered guiding yourself to your room. "I think... She's blind?" you heard Hunter questionably whisper, but pretended to ignore it but your spike in heart rate proved to him other wise. Your hands grabbed your armor and moved it gently to the floor and sat at the end of the bed, "Did I miss anything fun?" you asked looking up at the them.

"No, however excuse me, I need to alert Cody, Wolffe and Slick you have been found," Tech said pulling himself away unsure how to proceed with Hunter's insight.

You felt Echo's arm snake around you and Wrecker pull you back into his abdomen, "My favorite pillow."

Hunter climbed up and joined them, he leaned forward and sniffed her. The calm relaxing scent of her finally letting him relax. He swiped the bandana back and forth on her head recoating the comforting smell back on it before burying his face in her neck.

You felt Crosshair still sitting over on the floor when you heard Tech join him down there. "What's with the silence? Did you honestly think that was enough to take me out?" You anxiously laughed trying to break the eerie silence when you felt Echo's fingers on your lips. Oh... they did. You kissed his fingers he moved grabbing you by the waist, "Well.. I'm home" You offered, "although I don't know how much longer I can lay down, when I wasn't doing stupid test I was laying. It get's pretty boring after.. well I don't know how many rotations it's been."

"Technically Six."

"It felt like forever... I need to get out of this gown, this is not a flattering shade of yellow."

"Reaper... it's red," Hunter whispered pulling up kissing the top of your forehead, getting up and digging through your civvies for something comfortable comforting.

"Of course that's what I meant," you scowled annoyed that she didn't correct you on the color, wondering if she had hoped that you would point it out and they would notice.

"We can tell," Echo whispered.

"It's temporary," you said giving up the charade.

"How bad was it?" Tech inquired getting angrily glared at at his poor timed question.

"I didn't ask. She would have to tell me the truth and I'm not ready to admit I'm mortal quite yet," you said smiling trying to be in good spirits over it, "Wait you contacted Slick?" you asked confused.

"Yeah, we've each spent the last 4 days looking for you," Hunter said sitting you up attempting to put clothes on you and failing.

Another set of hands gently touched and moved you, Crosshair wasn't ready to speak but was tired with Hunter's effable attempt. As much as it amused him to watch Hunter fail at such a simple task, he didn't want you to get cold given how cold their ship was compared to one you were on.

"How about 79's? It theoretically should be a slow day and it is... quiet familiar?" Tech asked getting up.

"I would appreciate it."

"You're quiet," you said touching Echo. He spotted your face in kisses, "I can't believe your alive" He offered, "You should have known," he blinked times "How?" You laughed feeling his neck for the crystal realizing it had probably been returned "It would have chipped and eventually broke," you said, "The balance destroyed."

Wrecker shifted and Echo pulled you tight against him wrapping his legs around yours, "I am glad you're alive, Riduur."

"I'm happy I am too, just no babying me. Every thing is hazy and colors are wrong but I'm not defenseless."

"You're taking the fun out of it," Hunter said caressing your cheek.

"Awwwe, can I carry you around at least?" Wrecker asked.

"Yes you can big boy," you smiled, "I can't see the ground anyway."

"But that course?" Hunter asked.

"It's a force sensitivity course, not quite your eye day training course."

"I love you," Echo whispered holding you a little tighter.

"I love you too but you're squishing me, Corporal," you said tapping his arm, he let go apologizing putting you on your back speckling more of your face with kisses, "You're cute when you worried."

"Not funny," he said grumpily.

You brought your lips to his wondering why he hadn't yet, putting your hand on his feeling the tenderness and longing. Every kiss was firm so incredibly soft, he pulled back and kissed your nose with a chuckle, "Is there something wrong with my lips, she said there only be faint scaring-" you said if then Hunter's hand grabbed your chin and pulled you towards him, "There's nothing wrong them, we're just to busy staring at your beauty thanking the maker your still fighting," he said giving one kiss. He watch the red creep into your face, "I was jealous that first time seeing the reg making you this pretty color," he whispered letting the back of his finger stroke the blush.

"Jealous? That's cute," you giggled like a little school girls pretty sure made him roll your eyes, "Okay I'm tired of laying down," you said making yourself sit up, Wreckers arms picked you up and you felt him drag you to the pit and set you down in one of the seats, "Can't see much but much better."

Crosshair was still quite but he cautiously handed you a cup of water and wrapped your fingers around it and returned to his position on the outskirts of the room continuing his perch observation. He saw her look down at the cup at him and down at it.

"Water," Echo said, "Drink it."

"I know what it is," you said before chugging it, "I just said not to baby me."

"It's Crosshair's day, let him have it," Hunter said.

"I can't believe I was gone that long..."

"We'll your back now," Wrecker said , "We're all glad you're back."

"I'm glad to be back." Even if there is still unspoken conversation that needs to be had. You felt Crosshair's eyes watching you as Echo knelt before and placed his head on your lap.

"I'm not sure if your outfit is 79's entire," he joked feeling the cool pajamas against his skin.

"Can pick something out for me then," you offered rubbing his shoulders.

You sensed Crosshair move out of the room, "Is there a reason he's not saying anything?" you whispered.

"He.. dealt with it in his own way, he's more quiet then usual," he said standing you up and guiding you back to where Cross was waiting

He picked a simple outfit and flat shoes, he left his gloves on as he moved about your body changing the poorly chosen outfit. He still didn't know what to say. He felt you grip him and pull him closer the moment he finished putting on the shirt, he went as stiff as piece of plastoid as she wrapped her arms around him. She took a few moments of just embracing that she pulled back navigating herself out of the room. He quietly followed after her positioning him in the further chair away from her.

Tech looked back and stared at her, studying the void expression in her face as she rested her head on her knee letting the other leg dangle down. He turned his attention back to his piloting, What do I even say that hasn't been said yet? Do I even need to say anything? What do you even say to some thing like that? I don't know what type of reaction I should have or what would be deemed suitable. Do I need to get adjust to having her around again?

"Tech, I know you think a lot but you're loud."

"Apologies," He felt her hands run through his hair, a simple pleasurable gesture acknowledging him, "Can I be of assistance?" he asked wondering if the touch was more for his sake or her own. He heard her mutter no and shuffle away, he was tempted to turn and ask if she understood but he was flying. If it was a miscommunication, I will correct it when we land. The rest of the flight was semi quiet besides the attention she was receiving from Wrecker, Hunter and Echo. Tech side eyed his aloof brother who was in thought pretending to clean his armor even if it was the twelfth time this week, it had become apparently it was his way of being be present yet alone with himself.

Wrecker carefully walked you off the Marauder before picking you up and placing you on his shoulder finally have head clearance, "I know you can't see that far.. or good? but does it feel nice?" he asked looking up.

You thumbed the back of his skull, "Feel on top of the world," you stated, you looked down observing the orange outline of him no features you returned your eyes back to the world around you, "Wonder how long it's going to last," you muttered missing people watching, enjoying the simple things outside of the battlefield.

"Hopefully not much longer," Hunter said guessing what you were talking about.

As Wrecker brought her down off his shoulder Hunter put his hands on her waist to stabilize her watching Echo grab ahold of her hand. Hunter kept a hand on her waist gently maneuvering her through the crowd to repeatedly empty booth, Probably because it's the one we sit in, he thought already noticing the Reg's expressions already. Echo kept their hands together sliding into the booth, Hunter smiled he's not going to let her go for awhile. He saw Tech's hesitation of sliding in next to her so he took the spot, the flash of relief in his face made him wonder what he was thinking about earlier but she didn't seem to notice. Wrecker slide in next to Echo letting Crosshair be the last to sit so he had to get drinks, opting for water for Tech and himself.

"Look what the loth dragged in," you heard the familiar cadence of Cody's voice. You step up unto the table, accidentally jolting Echo's arm up before releasing him to jump at Cody only half colliding with him, "When did you start missing?" He laughed but saw the tight faces, "I knew you would be fine," he said changing the subject.

"We'll I'm glad someone believed in my immortality," you joked, "A couple scraps and bruises but nothing major."

"Besides-" Tech started feeling a tug from Hunter, "the temporary blindness," he said feeling it was his responsibility to tell him because no one was apparently going too.

"Was wondering what saved my skull from throbbing for the next couple hours," he said, "Small price for immortality," he joked.

You threw an arm around his neck and got him with your knuckles, "Still got you, Commander," you laughed.

"Very funny, General," he groaned swatting at your hand until you quit, "Next rounds on me, mind if I sit with you boys? Someone's looking a little lonely without ya," he joked looking at Echo quickly realizing it wasn't a joke.

Wrecker stood up snatching you putting you back besides Echo, who's hand found yours, "Thank you," you said stroking Wrecker's receding hand, "Missed me that much?" You whispered, his squeeze answering. The boys chatted about the adventure, you occasionally chimed in but focusing on trying to make out the figures around you.

"Straining yourself is only going to be make the healing prolong," Tech said observing the occasional squints and stares.

"Thanks, captain obvious," you said rolling your eyes, "It's been a week, worried it's not going to come back."

"I don't think the Republic would have any objection to giving you cybernetic ones after all you've done," Cody offered, "Still mad I wasn't invited," he said darting eye between the both of you.

"None of us were invited," Hunter chuckled taking a drink squeezing his hand on your thigh, "However we were invited to the after party," he smirked.

"La la la la, shut up," Cody laughed, "She's practically my sister I don't need to know more than I already do."

"The only reg not interested," Wrecker laughed squishing him, "Is Cody defective?" he asked realizing how weird it was.

"I won't take offense to that," he breathed out while being squished, Wrecker released him apologizing.

Echo and Hunter silently communicated with a smirk forcing Tech and Crosshair to scoot to let the three of you out. You followed them intrigued until letting them guide you over the dance floor, "Wonder who was going to have first dance," you laughed.

"I'm your GAR issued backpack," Echo joked pressing himself up against your back as Hunter stole both of your hands, "I'm not the standard model however it comes with other upgraded perks."

"ECHO!" You said falling forehead in Hunter chest with laughter until your face hurt. You felt both of their amusement seeing you genuinely happy, "Death by humor, not the way I thought I'd go," you laughed feeling the tenderness in your ribs.

"I thought you'd like it," he said watching you weakly compose yourself, "I love your laugh Riduur... I missed it."

"It's a beautiful sound," Hunter agreed looking down at you, you must have sensed him because he saw you look up to him, "Missed you."

"I missed you too, Hunter... how many people are staring?"

"A few, you are between two men-," Hunter's eyes flicked up barely hearing Crosshair voice at the counter then a woman talking to him.

"They've been there for a while," you said, "Crosshair can do whatever he wants."

"I think you two-"

"It's fine, Hunter," you said pulling him close burying your face in his chest, "I told him too remember?" You whispered.

"You didn't mean-"

"Didn't I? The Crosshair I met would have yelled at me for telling him something like that.." you said trying to convince yourself you were okay, "I think we can figure out something if he ends up with other plans," you offered.

Hunter and Echo exchanged concerned glances, "if he does," Hunter finally said to fill the gap in silence. He knew his brother use to be something of a player and wonder if he was just up to old behavior or just being Crosshair trying to make her jealous, "I think I'll leave you two alone for a little bit, I need some water," Hunter said leaning down kissing you, "I won't be gone long," he added spinning you towards Echo, "Keep her entertain, Corporal," he laughed making his way to the bar.

"With pleasure," Echo got into the grove with the music stepping and twirling you when he saw openings that wouldn't lead into you crashing into someone, "Tech showed me the footage," he said pulling you close, "All of it.."

"Hope you enjoyed watching the show," you rolled your eyes not liking where this was going, watching the seriousness spread across his face, "There is nothing Asclepios can't fix, I'm okay Echo," the seriousness stayed, "I promise, no more nightmares."

"Okay," he said pulling you tighter resting his chin on your forehead, "Are... we okay?"

"I don't know... the lack of kissing is kind of frustrating," you admitted touching his face feeling the doubt, "We're okay, Riduur," you felt the kiss at the temple and he slowly worked his way down. His lips were cool to the touch seemingly to barely be breathing as he finally kissed you in earnest. It sent a little shiver through your body, it wasn't fluster or want by his but need to have himself by your side and to know you were okay. You gently put your hands one the sides of neck gently rubbing your thumbs on his cool skin, "Are you okay?" you asked feeling his heart beat pick up.

"All of you left, the moment they came back I knew someone thing had gone wrong... I had four long days of trying to come to terms with the fact I would never see you again."

"It wouldn't have been your fault, Echo, protecting you and this squad is my duty. I would do it again in a heart beat regardless of what happened to me at the end of it. Bond or not, it would have just been a matter of time before I handled them anyway."

"I know you would, that's who you are Reaper," he staring at Crosshair brooding next to them with his arm crossed waiting, "We can pick this up later, I think someone wants to cut in," Echo gave you a little spin towards him kissing your neck, "I'll go see where Hunter wandered off too," he said hoping the two of you would make up.

The dance was silent and slightly out of sync, which was fitting for the situation. Date didn't want to dance with your poor attitude? You bit your tongue not to make the situation worse.

Hunter watched the bar waiting for the next round of drinks, I don't who looks more uncomfortable. He peaked over at the table watching Cody entertain Tech and Wrecker with cards smiling at how simple it had been to finally get them all to relax, well almost all of them.

Crosshair rolled his toothpick side to side in his mouth before lowering his mouth sliding the dry side into your mouth. He never shared his toothpicks with anyone. It was a small deeply intimate gesture that didn't go unnoticed by his squad, "That's never happened before," he heard Tech's shocked voice in the distance. He wanted to smirk but he kept himself composed watching you roll it accidentally drop it. His hand flew to catch it and returned it to your mouth.

"Seeing Crosshair.. soft, might scare me more then when she's angry," Echo joked.

"That makes two of us," Cody said pulling his eyes away, "Surprised she didn't punch him for talking to that woman at the counter."

"I would assume she is only entertaining him because it is his day, presumably she is more then likely fuming underneath," Tech offered, "Although he had not said a word to her since we picked her up she might also be under the assumption they are over given their last interaction therefore dancing with him as a way to conclude their relationship. It is an odd thing some people do that I have found from my research a good bye kiss or one last date, I don't understand the behavior but I could hypothetically see why it could be therapeutic."

"How do you even breath when talking so fast?" Wrecker asked.

"I am accustomed to giving long winded speeches."

"I hate to tell ya Tech, but I think your dead wrong for once," Wrecker said watching them, "Ha, Tech being wrong that would be a first."

"I said assume, I didn't say it was it was fact therefore I wouldn't be wrong but nice attempt."

You could feel Crosshair's eyes staring at you, your heart was still racing and your mouth was dry. You tilted your head up offering the toothpick back feeling him take it hesitantly. He noticed how dry your end was and cautiously pulled you back through the crowd motioning the squad to scoot together and pouring up us glass of water. You took it and sipped on it, feeling all of them still staring between you and Crosshair. It's going to be a long day... or night whichever it is. Anxious about the tension you ended up coughing, water going down the wrong way which ended up making you cough more. You felt his hand firmly patting you until the water dislodged. Can today get any more embarrassing? It did you ended up spilling the part of the water on the the table. "Ugh!" You spatted. One handed Cross brought your wrist together holding them above the table while he wiped it up. Your face was burning.

"Yeah it's scarier," Cody coughed up trying to hide the smile to Echo.

Crosshair squinted glaring at him as he released your hands watching them quickly pull into your lap. Ah, it's me. He let out a long exhale forcibly moving Tech in between both of you. He scowled watching his brother to busy on his pad to care, he stomped his foot and stared at him which made him finally put it down.

Looked at you abnormally shut in, Tech turned side ways and covered you with one leg wrapping his arm around you, "It is not as uncomfortable as it looks," he whispered, "I am... unsure how to proceed it seems like I have to re-adjust to you being alive."

"It's okay, Tech," you said leaning your head on his shoulder, "I am glad you didn't cave to... past habits."

"I assumed as much. Being scolded in the afterlife didn't seem like a pleasurable way to spend it."

"I only would have spent.. maybe a year scolded you," you joked, "I could think of quiet a few other pleasurable ways to spend it," you whispered.

"I think I may need a reminder at a later juncture."

"I haven't been that long," you poked.

"No however I thought it would be prudent to get accustom to repressing that.. need again" he said quickly adding "Nothing of ours was deleted, Cyar'ika."

You turned his face towards yours kissing him, he fumbled at first before slipping his leg off and sliding you into his lap allowing himself to enjoy it. You ran your fingers to comb his hair tracing the band his goggles, giggling a little when you felt his tongue press again your lips. You parted your lips allowing him to enter and his arms hold you a little tighter, once he was satisfied in his inspection he ran his tongue over your teeth one last time before detangling your mouths. As much as he was trying to hide how hard he was breathing but you could feel it and something else pressing into you.

"How's that repressing working for you," you murmured.

"Breached," he whispered, "I will attempt to gather myself... apologies again if it's uncomfortable."

"It's cute," you said wiggling a little bit hearing him exhale a tiny moan, "I hope you recorded that just for me."

"It is always recording," he said tartly taking a drink of water hiding his embarrassment about the outburst.

"Get a room," Cody joked just to get glared at by Crosshair, "on second thought more drinks?"

Hunter patted his big and followed him over the counter, "Wolffe joining us?" he asked.

"No he's out on assignment, but he'll meet up with you as soon as possible. I suspect all of you are going to get an earful even if you didn't let her go alone."

"Next time he can go with her," Hunter chuckled, "It was... quiet the nightmare," he admitted, "Out there..."

"She becomes a different person?" Cody arched an eyebrow, "I am quiet aware. She is balance... there's our side of her and then the side you never want to be the target of.  After Wolffe got injured... it took a whole squad of us to take her down after chasing Ventress across the planet it made the battle itself look like hologame."

"What a woman," Hunter said leaning against the counter watching her tease Tech and watching Crosshair feign indifference, "Glad to know she's on our side and came back to us."

"I'd hate to know what would happen if she wasn't."

Hunter carried the drinks over, wrinkling his nose at the arousal coming off them. He scolded them and told them to knock it off. You laughed at the expression on Tech's face as he dug his fingers into your thigh taking several deep breaths. You brought your hand to his face feeling the relaxation wash over him and he unburied his hand, fiddling with his goggles. Wrecker laughed at how normals things seemed to be and how happy all of them seemed. On a whim Tech put you between him and Crosshair, you wrapped your ankle around Tech's. Hunter looked at Tech scoldingly but understood what he attempting to test. Echo covered a groan watching the woman Crosshair talked to earlier walk over towards them.

"Pleasure doing business with you handsome," she winked pushing the package and drink towards Crosshair before waltzing off.

Crosshair gridded his teeth and slammed the drink, pushing it towards the edge of the table and felt the smack from Wrecker, "Not your usual type maybe next time don't do your business with her around," Wrecker said pointing at you.

"He doesn't need to hide it," you said crawling over Tech, "I need to go to the refresher."

"I'll help-"

"I know where it is, Hunter," you said letting your finger tips touch the wall counting foot steps between booths towards the quiet part we're the refreshers we're.

They all sat there staring at him for several minutes before the tension finally erupted "What we're you thinking," Hunter growled standing up putting his palms on the table to stare down at him, "You didn't need wipe it in her face, I don't care how good you are in bed but you don't need your flings to wipe it in her face-."

Crosshair growled sliding the box towards him, "Open it."

Hunter glared at him but grabbed the box and sat back down and carefully opened the box exposing a locket. He carefully picked it up, staring at it seeing the engraving of all of their names on it and opened it to a hologram picture popping up of the five of them together some time after that rescued Echo. Hunter tucked it back in the box and slid it back to Crosshair, turning his head to the refresher and then back to him, "Do you realize how bad that looked?" he said frustratedly.

"I can't just walk into the women's refresher, Hunter," Crosshair growled.

"I believe that was more words than you've said the past four days," Tech remarked, "Do you love her or not?" he said turning to stare scooting himself out of the booth.

"I don't run," Crosshair growled grabbing the box and headed to the refresher, "Coming in," he knocked ignoring the stares. He looked down to find you sitting on the floor, he knelt down next to you, "Not that type of business."

"He speaks," you said rubbing your eyes getting up hearing him do the same, can't even get a slice of privacy in the refresher, you purposely ducked through the crowd occasionally bumping into a few people attempting to sneak out for a moment alone.

Hunter watched you bolt from refresher and cut in the crowd, his heart skipping a beat before he saw Crosshair dart out his eyes finding you an instant and following after you. He slumped his head on the table and rolled it side to side, "Blind and still manages to cause problems," he muttered.

"Technically Crosshair caused it," Tech corrected.

"Shouldn't we go after her?" Wrecker asked, "ya know her eyes."

"Crosshair has exceptional eyes, he will not lose her," Tech countered, "however Wrecker may have a point" he said his eyes finding the door with a raised eyebrow.

"That didn't last long," Cody snickered watching Crosshair walk in carrying her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes with restraining bolts around your wrist and ankles, "He wasn't playing around."

"Rarely ever does," Hunter said looking up at the spectacle as he plopped her down at the booth, "Last I checked we're soldiers not bounty hunters."

Crosshair took off the wrist restraints and placed the box in your hand, "Made with pieces of our armor."

You were silent as you opened the box, feeling the heart shaped object. You brought up to your eyes squinting at it looking at the outline of possibly letters. You clicked it and a picture appeared, "It's of us," Crosshair said closing it and putting it around your neck and clasped it on.  He returned to his silent behavior pouring himself a glass of water.

They all waved as Cody said he had to head in for inspection wishing you a good rest of the evening. Echo coughed motioning for you to be placed by him, Wrecker obliged him. "Riduur," Echo smiled wrapping he arm around you and put his face in your neck, "Scare me again and be I'll be restraining you to me... or the bed," Echo laughed but the edge in his voice betrayed his concern.

Purposely you brought your fingers to this connections and stroked it once watching him shiver, "Is that even a punishment?" you laughed. Echo grabbed the restraints off of Crosshairs belt and put back on your wrist smirking, "It's going to be... at some point," Echo added seeing Crosshairs silent threat across his face.

The rest of the night Wrecker, Hunter and Echo had a little to much to drink finally relaxing after the days of stress leaving you, Crosshair and Tech sober. Drunkily Wrecker still managed to carry you to the ship laughing about the restraints. Crosshair scowled but took them off once he put you down letting Wrecker crash face first into the floor of the ship and pass out. Idiots. Tech helped Echo to his room placing him on the huge bed before proceeding to watch Crosshair carry Hunter to his bunk, "Don't do anythiiiing stupid," he tried to scold before laying back.

"Was I that annoying?" Tech asked.

"Yes."

They both looked at you, "What?" you asked feeling it.

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PART II: Breaking the Mold

[Part I]

It’s been a while, but now that the chagim are over and I’ve had a small amount of time to even hear myself think, let alone to write an essay on tumblr, I am back! With additional Thoughts™ about this question.

After considerable thought, googling information about music theory and musical history, and completely destroying my YouTube algorithm with Xtian recommendations, I want to reiterate just how limited my actual answer about this can be. I am not a scholar in this area and so a ton of this is just based on my experiences as someone who grew up in a musical, church-going family and turned into a shul-going adult with some musical background and interest.

One of the things that has been driving me crazy about this is that for every general broad principle I could identify, I could, without much difficulty at all, come up with a counter-example from the other tradition. I think the reality is that while certain trends are true in the aggregate, there is so much cross-pollination and regional overlap between Judaism and Xtianity that picking them apart is extremely challenging. (When I say regional overlap, what I mean is that Jewish music draws from all the numerous places in the diaspora to which Jews were flung since 70 CE; meanwhile, Xtianity has intentionally attempted to reach every corner of the globe and assimilate each local culture into it. Therefore, both religions draw from almost every possible musical tradition you could come up with.)

Therefore, I think the best way to demonstrate both the major differences and the similarities is to put comparable examples side by side for listening and comparison. It’s hard to describe, but easy to hear.

The basis for each comparison will vary. Sometimes, I think it’s interesting to compare musically similar – even identical – songs to show how Jewish artists approach the material versus how Xtian artists do – to illustrate specifically the stylistic differences or the differences between the underlying words. Sometimes, I think it’s interesting to compare songs that have very similar themes to show how each approach and depict these themes. Sometimes, I think it’s interesting to compare musical adaptations of the same Psalms or texts. I will explain why I’m comparing them and my layperson’s opinion of what the differences are and why. This is not in any particular order; perhaps I’ll organize it better at some point but for right now, I just want to put it out there.

Because tumblr limits the amount of links one can put in a single post, I am going to break this up into multiple reblogs, so please bear with me.

Let's start with one that has fascinated me for a while:

1) Jewish.... gospel music?

You've almost certainly heard this song, Higher and Higher before, most likely sung and instrumentalized like this. This is the same song written by Shlomo Carlebach and the first linked one is a version sung by his daughter, Neshama Carlebach in collaboration with the Green Pastures Baptist Church Choir.

[Important note about the music I link here: I know that a lot of these people are going to be Problematic. I don't care. That's not the point of this post. I am well aware of the issues with some of these musicians, whether Jewish or Xtian/Messianic. I'm not linking them because I support them; I'm linking them as a study of their music only. Please don't derail this post with comments about the artists.]

Now, I have no idea what prompted this particular collaboration, but that whole album is quite interesting. In the original song, you can hear common Jewish music elements from the guitar style to his singing style, the arrangement, and to some extent, the themes, although the themes are vague enough to potentially be either. The song itself is quintessentially Jewish.

Once you introduce the GPBCC in his daughter's version however, the music changes dramatically, solely because of the singing style. These are gospel singers, and extremely talented ones. It's a beautiful arrangement of the piece, and I quite enjoy it. However, its original Jewishness becomes overlaid by a singing style that is so closely associated with gospel music, that it becomes impossible to ignore how the actual meaning shifts. In many ways, the words and themes always fit nicely within both traditions, and once you have the GPBCC singers handling the vocals, it transforms the sound profile to one that sounds quintessentially Xtian. That it is all in English only intensifies this effect.

The song is still a Jewish song, of course.

Anyone who knows Carlebach tunes is likely to recognize it as such. But if you did not know that context, one could easily play it on a Xtian radio station without batting an eye or likely even upsetting listeners.

2) Let’s look at another song where the melody overlaps, albeit set to different words: This version of Yigdal compared to The God of Abraham Praise.

Both use the same tune, but arrange it in different ways. Additionally, the singing style is very different. Yigdal is, of course, a traditional liturgical piece and is in Hebrew, whereas The God of Abraham Praise has been translated into English. It's worth noting that the original words are attributed to Daniel ben Judah (14th c.) and the translation/paraphrasing is attributed to Thomas Olivers (1725 - 1799). I'd be very interested in reading a true translation of this poem, because I can almost promise that liberties were take with the paraphrasing here.

However musically, what I find the most intriguing between these two songs, is less the obvious as mentioned above, but the specific flow of the songs. If you listen to The God of Abraham Praise at the end, you'll notice that the artist repeats the phrases, and then adds something of a coda at the very end, with a satisfactory chord to complete the tune. Now re-listen to Yigdal. Somehow, somehow, the Jewish version, despite ending on a much more resolved note than many Jewish tunes, still sounds open, unfinished. It trails off after the repetition of the second verse, leaving the listener to invent more notes afterward of their own.

To me, this is a fascinating and theologically significant difference. This is discussed in detail in this article, "How Time’s Arrow and the Phrygian Half-Step Make Jewish Music Holy," which explains how Jewish music seeks to replicate a certain amount of timelessness and also unfinishednes - theological keystones of Judaism, as understood through the rest of Shabbat and the brokenness of living in an unredeemed world.

This comes up in Jewish literature too. Consider these passages by Dara Horn in People Love Dead Jews:

I can't explain it better than Horn does here, but the bottom line is that Judaism tells us that the world is not redeemed and that it is our job to put the pieces together; Christianity tells us that the world has already been redeemed by Jesus and that his followers have to get everyone else on board.

This longing for redemption and the unfinished project of tikkun olam comes through strongly in Jewish art, music, and literature, as does the triumphal notes do in Christian art, music, and literature.

Going back to this one particular example, Yigdal and The God of Abraham Praise - and actually my first example as well - listen to how they each end. Which one makes you feel like there is more, something just on the other side of the music, and which one makes you feel completely finished with the song, that there is one answer and that it has been already given?

More comparisons to follow.

[joshuawithers]

Is the @abcnews_au Instagram account off-ABC-charter

In the year 2024, we - the consumer/viewer/listener/single-digit-in-a-spreadsheet - have an opportunity to cultivate and curate our media diet, and I personally take that responsibility to be aware of the world I live in and contribute to really seriously.

I understand that I am the net average of those I spend time with, and that which I consume, so who I follow, mute, block, and subscribe to is of great importance to me. My impact and output on or to my family, community, and the planet can be ascribed to my intake.

Despite being featured in publications like the Daily Mail online or News Corporation newspapers, I generally choose to read or consume them on-demand, instead of having them flung into the different algorithmic newsfeeds I experience daily.

The news sources I do follow, like, subscribe to, get emails from, and even have notifications on for, are few and far between but they’re really deliberate.

This brings me to the Australian Broadcasting Corporation, one of the greatest protective bastions of Australian culture and identity. I get ABC News app notifications and follow them on Instagram.

The functions of the Corporation are:

(a) To provide within Australia innovative and comprehensive broadcasting services of a high standard as part of the Australian broadcasting system consisting of national, commercial, and community sectors and, without limiting the generality of the foregoing, to provide:

(i) Broadcasting programs that contribute to a sense of national identity and inform and entertain, and reflect the cultural diversity of, the Australian community; and (ii) Broadcasting programs of an educational nature;

Item (b) is about outside of Australia and although I’m writing this in Rome, it doesn’t apply to the article, and:

(c) To encourage and promote the musical, dramatic, and other performing arts in Australia.

I now reference one of the great books written in recent times, The News: A User’s Manual by Alain de Botton, on how news organisations tend towards engagement over boring important content:

But the answer isn’t just to intimidate people into consuming more ‘serious’ news; it is to push so-called serious outlets into learning to present important information in ways that can properly engage audiences. It is too easy to claim that serious things must be, and can almost afford to be, a bit boring.

Alain holds “the news” to a very high standard, and rightly so:

For all the talk of education, modern societies neglect to examine by far the most influential means by which their populations are educated. Whatever happens in our classrooms, the more potent and ongoing kind of education takes place on the airwaves and on our screens. Cocooned in classrooms for only our first eighteen years or so, we effectively spend the rest of our lives under the tutelage of news entities which wield infinitely greater influence over us than any academic institution can. Once our formal education has finished, the news is the teacher.

It is the single most significant force setting the tone of public life and shaping our impressions of the community beyond our own walls. It is the prime creator of political and social reality. As revolutionaries well know, if you want to change the mentality of a country, you don’t head to the art gallery, the department of education, or the homes of famous novelists; you drive the tanks straight to the nerve centre of the body politic, the news HQ.

This brings me to the @abcnews_au Instagram account.

Am I the only one who feels like the ABC News social media department - deliberately separating them from the local radio stations and their social media teams, TV stations and iView and the TV social media, the website, the apps, and the actual news being broadcast wherever ABC News broadcasts end up - is off charter?

Here are a few posts from the last week I do not feel are adding to our sense of national (Australian) identity or reflecting the cultural diversity of the Australian culture.

It’s all innocent content, getting some great views and metrics for the team, but I raise the following issues:

Attention is one of the greatest assets online today, only second to original content. The ABC is wasting content creation resources and our attention. Tell the great Aussie stories that add to or reflect the Australian story, and let the content farms share the viral junk food stories, and let the local news outlets tell the international stories - they do it better, and we can choose to view them there already.

The interest-graph driven social media industry of 2024 is built on signals. Much like driving a car and we flick on the indicator to let other traffic know we’re turning left, each time that light blinks it’s a signal to the traffic as to your intentions. We, the consumer, have the opportunity to choose what signals we deliver, which content we like, share, comment on, and mute, but the ABC also holds a great responsibility to deliver signals to the interest graph.

The ABC has many different outlets for great content like this, can the News be sanitised to just be the plain-old-boring, need-to-know, news, all the news fit-to-print someone once said.

I could be wrong on this and await your well-written feedback as to how I am. Seriously, every time I bring this up with broadcast friends they look at me weird as if engagement and growth at all costs is the only thing that matters.

And a few questions I’m pondering:

How do the ABC staff know if they are being successful? Is content like this the only way for some social media person to keep their job because it gets numbers?

How do they know if they are meeting the charter?

Is feedback like this welcome?

I know that ABC funding is contentious, how can the good burghers of Australia shape our government, and instruct it, so we have an ABC that our great grandchildren will be proud of in 100 years?

What is the ABC News social media accounts for? Are they for content like this?

I’ll end on this word from Alain:

News organisations are coy about admitting that what they present us with each day are minuscule extracts of narratives whose true shape and logic can generally only emerge from a perspective of months or even years – and that it would hence often be wiser to hear the story in chapters rather than snatched sentences. They are institutionally committed to implying that it is inevitably better to have a shaky and partial grasp of a subject this minute than to wait for a more secure and comprehensive understanding somewhere down the line.

[tevura]

me when the youtube algorithm flung me into the godliest old russian hardstyle mix ive tasted

[teczek01]

Exploring the Latest iPhone Innovations: What's New and Exciting for Consumers?

The Apple iPhone continues to be a trendsetter in the telephone world. With every generation, they push boundaries and combine innovative features that raise the cell experience. Let's delve into the most modern iPhone improvements which have consumers excited:

1. A17 Bionic Chip: Powerhouse Performance

The trendy iPhones boast the A17 Bionic chip, the maximum effective chip ever in a phone. This translates to:

Blazing-rapid performance: Experience lightning-quick app loading, seamless multitasking, and smooth gaming at the very best pic settings.

Enhanced AI capabilities: The A17 Bionic chip empowers next-degree computational photography, smarter facial popularity, and improved voice assistant interactions like Siri.

Increased battery efficiency: Despite the processing electricity, the A17 Bionic chip optimizes battery utilization, making sure your iPhone lasts longer on a single rate.

2. ProMotion Display: A Refreshing Experience

Select iPhone fashions now characteristic a ProMotion show with a 120Hz refresh price. This translates to:

Ultra-smooth scrolling: Enjoy silky-clean net surfing, fluid animations, and an exceptionally responsive gaming enjoy.

Enhanced visible constancy: The better refresh charge creates an extra natural viewing revel in, specifically substantive in rapid-paced content like videos and games.

Adaptive refresh price: The display intelligently adjusts its refresh charge primarily based on the content material being regarded, optimizing battery lifestyles whilst turning in extremely good visuals.

3. Emergency SOS thru Satellite: Help When You Need It Most

A progressive safety characteristic allows you to ship emergency SOS messages even in regions without cellular carrier. This approach:

Peace of thoughts in far flung locations: Knowing you may still name for assistance, even when off the grid, offers a further layer of safety during hikes, camping journeys, or any situation where cell connectivity is probably confined.

Improved response instances: Emergency responders may be alerted of your situation and location even in remote areas, potentially leading to quicker assistance.

An essential device for safety: This characteristic may be a lifesaver for folks who mission into remote regions or experience unexpected emergencies.

4. Always-On Display: Information at a Glance

Certain iPhone models now provide an usually-on display, a feature lengthy favored by users. This allows you to:

See time, date, and notifications at a glance: No need to continuously wake your smartphone to check simple facts.

Customizable lock screen: Personalize the constantly-on display with widgets for weather, track, calendar activities, and more.

Low-energy intake: The always-on display utilizes a strength-efficient mode to reduce battery drain.

5. Camera Advancements: Capturing the Moment Perfectly

The camera gadget on iPhones maintains to adapt, supplying brilliant picture satisfactory and revolutionary features:

Larger principal sensor: Increased sensor size captures greater light, resulting in lovely low-light snap shots and stepped forward picture detail.

Cinematic mode enhancements: Refined cinematic mode permits for even greater granular control over attention transitions and depth-of-field outcomes, perfect for developing professional-looking films.

Enhanced computational photography: Advanced photograph processing algorithms make crisp photographs with superb clarity and vivid shades in various lighting situations.

Finding Your Perfect iPhone

Whether you're trying to upgrade to the modern-day iPhone or thinking about a pre-owned choice, there are numerous methods to locate your best device:

Buy iphones: Numerous stores offer new iPhones online, frequently with deals and promotions.

Used iPhones close to me: Explore reliable shops promoting pre-owned iPhones which have been inspected and refurbished, imparting fantastic fees for price range-conscious customers.

The Takeaway

Apple's commitment to innovation guarantees that iPhones continue to be at the vanguard of smartphone generation. With the modern-day A17 Bionic chip, ProMotion show, Emergency SOS via Satellite, and more suitable camera capabilities, the most modern iPhones provide exciting improvements for customers searching for a powerful, flexible, and future-evidence mobile device. So, discover the alternatives available online or at your nearest store and discover the iPhone that perfectly complements your mobile wishes and lifestyle.

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[sabrinaseospecialist]

How Will Trendsanews Personalize Content Delivery?

Discover how Trendsanews is set to revolutionize content delivery, providing you with a personalized news experience that caters to your interests and preferences.

In the ever-evolving landscape of news consumption, staying informed has become more personalized than ever before. Trendsanews, a dynamic fusion of trending topics and news reporting, is at the forefront of this transformation. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore how Trendsanews is poised to revolutionize content delivery, offering a tailored news experience that caters to your unique interests and preferences.

The Digital Transformation

Real-Time Insights into Trending Topics Trendsanews leverages cutting-edge algorithms to provide real-time insights into trending topics. By analyzing your previous interactions with the platform, it anticipates the subjects you're most likely to be interested in, ensuring that the latest news on those topics takes center stage in your news feed.

Personalized News Feeds The heart of Trendsanews lies in its ability to create personalized news feeds. Using machine learning, it curates content specifically for you. This means that if you're passionate about technology, your news feed will prioritize tech-related stories, ensuring you never miss an important development.

Customized Delivery Schedules Trendsanews also takes your daily routine into account. It adapts to your preferred reading times, delivering the most relevant news when you're most likely to engage with it. Whether you're an early bird or a night owl, Trendsanews ensures your news arrives when you're ready to dive in.

Enhancing User Engagement

Interactive News Stories Trendsanews embraces interactive storytelling formats, incorporating videos, infographics, and live updates. This dynamic approach not only informs but also engages users, offering a richer news experience.

Reader Feedback Integration To further personalize your experience, Trendsanews welcomes user feedback. By indicating your preferences and rating content, you actively shape the news you receive, ensuring it aligns with your interests.

Addressing Privacy and Authenticity

Privacy-First Approach Trendsanews is committed to safeguarding your privacy. It employs stringent data protection measures to ensure that your personal information remains secure, building trust and transparency with its users.

Fact-Checking and Verification In the era of misinformation, Trendsanews places a premium on authentic reporting. It incorporates robust fact-checking mechanisms to ensure that the news you receive is accurate and reliable.

The Future of Trendsanews

AI-Powered Chatbots The future of Trendsanews will see the integration of AI-powered chatbots. These bots will not only provide news updates but also engage in conversations, offering insights, answering queries, and creating a more interactive news ecosystem.

Augmented Reality (AR) Experiences Imagine stepping into the shoes of a journalist reporting from a far-flung location. Trendsanews is exploring AR experiences that will enable you to immerse yourself in news stories, revolutionizing how you perceive and engage with current events.

FAQs Q: How does Trendsanews know what news to show me?

Trendsanews employs sophisticated algorithms that analyze your past interactions and preferences, predicting the topics you're most interested in.

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Q: Can I provide feedback on the news I see?

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Q: What sets Trendsanews apart from traditional news sources?

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Q: What can we expect from Trendsanews in the future?

The future of Trendsanews promises AI-powered chatbots for interactive news engagement and immersive AR experiences, bringing news stories to life.

Conclusion As the digital era continues to redefine how we consume information, Trendsanews stands at the forefront of personalized news delivery. By analyzing your interests, adapting to your reading habits, and emphasizing authenticity and user engagement, Trendsanews is poised to revolutionize how you stay informed in the ever-evolving world of news.

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[veryattractive]

Airplane seats are designed by the same people who make anti homeless benches you see in parks. A team of top furniture scientists were hired to determine angles and proportions that provide maximum discomfort in a chair. One of the scientists was picking up his daughter from acrobatics class, saw the tumbling mats, and had a eureka moment when he decided to shave them down a few inches and use them for the seating's upholstery. There is a complex algorithm in use to make sure each person is seated next to someone guaranteed to invade your personal space, and the flight attendants put microdoses of LSD into the complimentary drinks to help exaggerate the negative effects. When the "seatbelts on" light is engaged, they're pumping pheromones through windows that make window seaters have to pee. Each flight taken shaves 2 weeks off a person's lifespan. Each and every quantifiable measurement has been taken to make sure your experience is made worse. At this point, I'd rather they put me in a large hamster ball, placed me in a catapult, and flung me hundreds of miles to my approximate destination.

Or, you know, trains.