#v: metropolis

[toodamnloyal]

As James sat alone in a dark alley, surrounded by the smells of garbage and decay, struggling to push down the gnawing hunger for blood that consumed him, but he knew that he couldn’t give in to his urges. Not here, not now.

Thankfully, the thoughts of his winged little guardian was going to provide the distraction he knew he needed. Norrington exhaled a breath he didn’t need.  the stream of thoughts  rich in concern from the direction of the bird all but confirmed what the already suspected.

While he had not planned to do anything to ruin his past self’s life or change history.. he’d have to thrall him to make him forget later.. but..  He couldn’t take this on alone.  If he was going to get back to his time, he’d have to get some help.

“Ah, Theodore, my dear friend. How kind of you to keep me company. I must say, I’ve always been impressed by your ability to take the form of a bird, but you should know that your disguise is not enough to hide from me. I can hear your every chirp and peep that goes on inside that head of yours and I know you’ve been spying on me. Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you.. But, do be careful. You don’t know what I’m capable of when I’m hungry, and I’m…. always hungry. So, I suggest you keep your distance.”

That should do it.  Aside from Theodore possibly in a panic, now, James had helped decide for the bird how to approach, by letting him know he already knew he was there.  Smirking up with those vibrantly green eyes, where he knew the Bird had perched.

It was such a shock to be addressed that Theodore nearly fell backward out of the tree. ‘How-‘ He mused to himself as panic started to rise in him. The fae tried to clamp down on the thoughts and the panic both. It was making his heart race and he spread his wings in preparation to take flight again but stopped himself. There was no possible way for Norrington, of all people, to know this. He had always been impressed by his ability? He could hear his thoughts? The crow’s dark eyes half closed as he peered down at the man. No… something was drastically wrong here.

Something had changed between one day and the next. He’d seen it earlier, this man looked enough like his captain but… he’d noted it before, the strange alien shade of green with the feverish light in his eyes, the sickly pallor about him.

Theodore fluttered out of the tree rather than fleeing and dropped lightly to the ground at a safe distance. He was only a fair shot and passable swordsman, easily outmatched by Norrington most days, but wasn’t certain what other options he had.

He swallowed down his fear and drew the long-barreled pistol that hung next to his short saber and used his free hand to draw back the doghead. There was no mistaking the hollow starving look in the glowing eyes that had been turned on him – and Theodore had a terrible thought that he might be dealing with a shape changer like himself, “Whatever you’ve done with the captain.” He said trying to keep his voice firm and authoritative, “You’ve given yourself away now.”

The fae took another breath, dared to move closed and was pleased that his hands didn’t shake despite the terror he felt. He had never had any experience with magic other than his own meager ability but had heard plenty of frightening tales. “Where is he? What’ve you done with him?”

(for Vampire!James in the past)

Theodore was somehow still awake. He hadn't been able to sleep the previous night and had relieved the watch officer early, then stood his own shift and now held two fresh steaming mugs in bis hand as he knocked on the cabin door. When it swung open he had a ready smile for the Captain and slipped in under the man's arm to set the mugs down atop the great cabins table.

"We made port last night, as I'm sure you've seen." He reported cheerily, "Gillette is handling unloading, Palmer currently has the deck, and I've got your tea right here." So early in their friendship, he didn't notice what was amiss, didn't know James well enough to even realize something was wrong at all, just cradled his own mug in his hands to chase away a slight chill and waited to be told he'd either done well or not.

The vampire blinked as his Lieutenant swept below his arm,  entering with tray of tea in hand.  "Ah.. yes. “ he turns.  Actually he had no idea where they were, and only a faint inkling of ‘when’.   Trying to think back that far, to when this happened the first time around, but he could not pin point a single moment intime like that, not when he’s lived so long.

For this answer, he caught the fae’s gaze, and raided his mind.  Seeking the answers without having to ask him and sound insane, or ill.

James hesitated, looking at the tea with a wary eye. As a modern vampire, he was used to drinking blood and not tea, not for a very very long time yet he couldn’t afford to let Theodore know that something was off, so he came up with an excuse. ” Thank you, Lieutenant Groves, while normally I would be quite receptive of morning cup of tea I’m afraid I’m not in the mood  at the moment. Perhaps later, when I’m more awake.“

The aroma of the tea mixed with the sound of Theodore’s heartbeat was a temptation James was finding far more mouth watering but he wasn’t going down that rabbit hole again. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself

Theodore probably looked a little taken aback but James continued on “Lieutenant, I …need to ask you something.” James said, his voice serious. “  Was I doing anything .. strange.. last night? Reading any odd books? Did we possibly sail through a storm ?”  He  had to find out how he got here.  That odd gray whisper couldn’t have been real. James sighed, not sure how much he should reveal.

[rainismdata]

Me, non-american, not living in america, hasn't even ever visited america, looking at the theories as to where Metropolis, Gotham, and Smallville probably is located:

I wonder if I've just leave my ongoing superbat fic as I am visibly confused in all the languages existed.

[longwuzhere]

Here are some cool Easter eggs that I found the newest My Adventures with Superman episode, “Let’s Go to Ivo Tower, You Say”. Links to the easter eggs post:

Episode 1 is here

Episode 2 is here

Episode 3 is here

Episode 5 is here

Episode 6 is here

Episode 7 is here and here

Episode 8 is here

Episode 9 is here

Episode 10 is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

SPOILERS if you have not seen the episode of course:

Perry assigns our intern trio to go get interviews about Anthony Ivo. I previously mentioned Ivo's deal in the comics in this post, but we'll talk more about this version of Ivo later.

Shout out to Lois' hanbok! As a kid in the 90s my first exposure to the DC was through the DC Animated Universe. Because of the way some of the characters like Lois, Clark, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Terry, were designed, as a kid, I thought they were Asian. Very cool to see this version of Lois be Korean.

Before Lois shows up for their black tie event at Ivo Tower, Jimmy knocks down a stack of papers and magazine and Clark goes to pick it up and stumbles upon the Metropolis Star with a cover that shows him as a kid flying 15 years ago.

The Metropolis star is a rival newspaper to the Daily Planet in the comics. The publisher makes its first appearance in Superman #9 (1987) (W&P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tony Ziuko, L: John Costanza).

When our intern trio makes it to Ivo Tower, Lois spots some very interesting powerful and political figures of Metropolis, the CEO of Galaxy Communications and Mayor Fleming.

Galaxy Communications makes its first appearance in Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #133 (1970) where it was headed by Morgan Edge, the then leader of Intergang. In the comics Clark and Lois does work for Galaxy communications thanks to it buying out the Daily Planet forcing Clark to be the evening news anchor. The Galaxy Communications panels here are from Swamp Thing #68 (1988) (W&P: Rick Veitch, I: Alfredo Alcala, C: Tajana Wood, L: John Costanza).

Mayor Fleming makes her first appearance in Action Comics #894 (2010) (W: Nick Spencer, P: R.B. Silva, I: Denis Freitas, C: Dave McCaig, L: Rob Leigh) where she appoints Jimmy Olsen and Sebastien Mallory as a welcoming committee for Dalwythians aliens. Like her MAwS counterpart she is obviously the Mayor of Metropolis.

Later, Lois goes and questions Senator Sackett at the party/event.

In the comics Sackett was a councilman not a senator who makes his first appearance in Superman #130 (1997) (W: Dan Jurgens, P: Norm Breyfogle, I: Joe Rubenstein, C: Glenn Whitmore and Digital Chameleon, L: John Costanza) depicted here in the issue's panel wearing a Superman costume. Sackett in the comics is in Luthor's pocket.

I am like 99.99% sure this is Lex Luthor like who else in Metropolis is named Alex, has red hair (if this is Lex Luthor and he shows up again, I'll talk about him and what I mean by this in another post.), and works in the science and tech field.

We finally meet Ivo and he is as I was hoping he'd be a major techbro tool. The way he acts in his introduction and his meeting with Clark is very much like Lex and Clark's meeting in Batman v Superman. Both Ivo and Lex upon meeting Clark know how strong he is. In MAwS Ivo punches his chest and it hurts him and in BvS you heard an audible thud when Lex knocks on Clark's chest. Very similar vibes between both scenes.

Clark confronts Ivo about one of his deals and name drops one of Metropolis' mob families.

Bobby Gazzo, head of the Gazzo crime family in Metropolis, makes his first appearance in Batman: Dark Victory #1 (W: Jeph Loeb, P&I: Tim Sale, C: Gregory Wright and Heroic Age, L: Richard Starkings). Fantastic sequel to Long Halloween, highly recommend reading both books.

After Clark gets thrown out and Lois offers to repair his jacket, we see Lois mentioning her dad, Sam Lane a military general and if the person at the end of the second part of the first episode is Sam Lane...

...and he shows up again in the show I'll talk more about it in another post. For now this is all just speculation.

Might be reading into this but maybe a subtle nod to how the words "Superman" and "pal" are often used together. Both have been used as a comic book title, "Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen" as I've mentioned in these posts a few times.

The show here did a very clever thing with Ivo. Normally any other media pertaining to Ivo would give the audience his power and weakness stealing robot Amazo, but here the MAwS team was able to combine both Ivo and another villain in Superman's rogues gallery, Parasite.

The first Parasite, Raymond Jensen, makes his first appearance in Action Comics #340 (1966) (Cover Art by Curt Swan, George Klein, and Ira Schnapp). All iterations of Parasite have the ability to temporarily steal away anyone's energy, strength, and their knowledge. As I've said there have been other Parasites that Superman fought, the second and most recurring Parasite is Rudy Jones, the Parasite I'm more familiar with, who makes his first appearance in Firestorm #58 (1987).

Cover Art by Joe Brozowski, Bruce Peterson, and Tom Ziuko Alex and Alexandra Allston the third and fourth Parasite (green Parasite and purple Parasite respectively) first appeared in the Adventures of Superman #633 (2004).

Cover art by Gene Ha and Art Lyon

The latest Parasite, Joshua Allen, makes his first appearance in Superman #23.4 (2013).

Cover art by Aaron Kuder and Dan Brown So yeah there are similarities between the Amazo robot and Parasite and it was smart of the MAwS team to just combine Ivo with Parasite to avoid redundancies. Besides the Amazo robot is more of a Justice League villain anyways.

Near the end of the episode, after the Parasite suit wrecks Ivo's body, he begins to look more like his recent iterations in the comics now. The panel here is from Justice League of America #4 (2013) (W: Geoff Johns, P: Brett Booth, I: Norm Rapmund, C: Andrew Dalhouse, L: Rob Leigh). Hope you all had a wonderful time checking this post out. Like I said at the beginning my other MAwS easter egg posts are:

Episode 1 is here

Episode 2 is here

Episode 3 is here

Episode 5 is here

Episode 6 is here

Episode 7 is here and here

Episode 8 is here

Episode 9 is here

Episode 10 is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

[sovenasark]

12 - Metropolis Beautiful place, but difficult to survive in.

[deadhearts02]

i will turn any of my favs into a robot idc. i had a lot more ideas written on here but basically he was made to serve high society and paint for entertainment until he escaped and now he paints propaganda in metropolis 🫶

[identy-v]

🐙 | ❄️ | 🎨 | 🚗 | 🌃 | 🎬 | 🍄

[svpe]

hello clark . are you truly going to 🧐 me on my own post ? whatever for ? do you doubt me ? i am cooking some evil meals in my evil kitchen , naturally. would you like some ? B)

"You just used the word 'evil' twice in one sentence, again. As kind as the offer is, can you see why I may be a little hesitant to try your cooking?" / @brutalage

[ionkent]

i really hope there is a future arc on metropolis a town

[apocketfullofmuses]

@heroicpaths | Felicity and Clark

She'd really tried to pick up and carry on in New York, but even living in the Avengers compound hadn't worked; there were just too many reminders of what she'd lost - too many people who'd known Matt, who'd been a part of her life with him. At least, being back in Star City there were none of those reminders; Matt Murdock had never been there - all there was to remind her of him were the ghosts of his fingerprints on her skin, and the little life she now knew was growing in her belly.

But even Star City, with its lack of reminders of Matt hadn't been the safe haven she'd hoped; with Oliver and Digg both gone too it all just added to the ghosts surrounding her. Instead, Felicity had moved on to Metropolis, seeking out Clark as soon as she'd gotten settled in the hotel that would be her home for as long as she could stand it. She found him at the Daily Planet, of course, looking as lost without Lois as she was without Matt.

"Hi Clark," her smile was small, and sad, but the first genuine one she'd worn in weeks. "I heard about Lois ... I'm sorry."

[advoirsmovies]

I know from watching Metropolis (1927) the earliest filmmakers conveyed complex ideas and emotions masterfully. So The Invisible Man (1933) has no excuse for its clumsy, puerile dialogue.

Despite the script, Claude Rains delivered a fantastic portrayal of sinister madness. I wonder if it was an inspiration for Hugo Weaving’s performance as V in V for Vendetta (2005).

I didn’t care for some of the directing choices. Some characters and scenes were overly caricatured. It didn’t feel like comic relief, more like the movie didn’t know if it wanted to be a comedy or a sci-fi horror. I enjoyed the sci-fi horror.

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[toodamnloyal]

Theodore's excitement flared when he heard the apartment door open and click shut again. He tried to keep his focus on his book, but kept peeking over it to watch. The tampering wasn't noticed! He studiously shoved his nose back into his book and had completely forgotten about his tea, which by now was actually his third mug and it was going cold.

Beeping, which Theo had tuned out by this time chirped from another room. And as James furiously hunted down each of the noise makers, he gave up on even pretending to read. The fey watched from the sitting room sofa as the vampire stormed around the apartment, he offered a couple comments that were less than helpful until finally they were all gathered into the trash.

Television didn't go much better, and when it was turned off - helpfully turned itself back on and flickered through a few channels. Then it turned itself off again, and the cycle would continue to repeat until the small randomizer was unplugged from it.

Theo was turning red from the effort of holding in laughter at his brother's expense until the explosion finally came. He jumped, his heart skipped a beat or two, and then he was helpless with laughter even while trying to scramble away from James. Of course, he couldn't get very far, could practically see smoke coming out of the man's ears. He fell off the couch, spilled his cold tea on the way down and that just made him laugh even harder. "I was afraid-" He managed to huff out, "You wouldn't be able to taste it!"

While he wasn't entirely certain how a vampire's taste buds worked, Theo decided that potential entertainment was worth the risk of his prank not working, and equally worth the risk of James' wrath if it did work. After hunting down what he was assured was the hottest hot sauce in Metropolis, he added a heaping amount to the blood currently stored in the apartment.

For good measure, just in case it turned out that vampires couldn't taste spices like that - or that the contamination would be found out before it was even tasted - he set about a couple other pranks. A few small noise makers were hidden about in the bedroom, kitchen, and living room, that would make a small beep once every fifteen minutes or so. And he added a randomizer to the television that would continuously turn it on, off, and change channels during the day.

Deciding that he'd done a good job, Theo grabbed a book and some tea and settled in to wait.

Norrington had just returned home from the market, putting away some groceries, and heating up some blood before returning with the bag the livingroom.

As he settled into his favorite armchair, he heard a small beeping sound, followed by another a few minutes later. Irritation flared in his chest and and with a growl he got up to investigate, His annoyance grew with every passing moment, until he finally found the source of the noise makers and unplugged them with a growl. "Bloody fae"

Once fixed, he took his reheated blood and settledback down in his chair. Deciding to watch TV until Clark got home.

He tried to watch TV to distract himself, but the screen kept flickering and changing channels at random intervals…

At first, he dismissed it as a glitch in the electronics, but as it repeated itself every few seconds, he realized this was something far more sinister. He huffs " Theodore.. " Fine. He just clicks off the TV and pops into the donation bag,

However, as he took a sip, a burning sensation flooded his mouth, causing him to choke and cough uncontrollably. He could taste something off, something that he couldn't quite place.

That was the last straw " MR. GROVES, A WORD if you please!" James resisted the urge to throttle him, instead forcing himself to take a deep breath and calm down.

[13eyond13]

Once I went to pick up a friend from his work and his workmates asked him if I was his girlfriend the following day. That's how he came out at the workplace, after years. By just saying "oh, no. I'm not really into girls". Maybe you could "create" a somewhat similar situation? Good luck!

hahah thats normally how i like to do it, i want it to come up naturally because i feel super awkward trying to conjure up a situation to tell people! I will cross my fingers for that kind of a reason to bring it up

[organicbeing]

Beyond Time: Pioneering Sci-Fi Films that Shaped Our Future

Sci-fi films pave the way for new storytelling techniques and push the boundaries of what is possible, inspiring technological advancements and shaping the future of entertainment. These cinematic masterpieces delve into themes that resonate with the present and speculate on the future, making them timeless and ever-relevant. Metropolis (1927): Building the Future One of the earliest sci-fi…

[anima89]

A Wayne family trip to Metropolis <3

Of course, they will wear their own merch ^^

Inspired by this! V

Heheheheh.

[faeriekit]

Clark pushes open the shop door. The bell tinkles. 

Inside is a dark and gloomy shop– perfumed, almost too much so, by the incense stick in the corner. 

The open windows are covered by billowy black curtains. They’re not enough to keep the entirety of the day out, but are more than enough to keep the room in shadow that creeps across the space. The shelves are steel— Clark would almost bet that they’re hand built. The soldering on the joints is kind of shaky, but all they support are lightweight— cardboard boxes of stick incense, cone incense. Cheap resin statues of figures; some of them Clark can recognize from myth. Some of them Clark can’t name. Decks of cards piled atop each other in loose pyramids. Swathes of fabrics in deep, stained colors. Tumbled stones. Candles— so many candles of every size, shape, and color, seemingly strewn across every surface. Fat ones, skinny ones, short ones, long ones, candles in cups and bowls, shaped ones, and ones that were…shaped…

Clark flushes bright red, and clutches his bag closer to his body. Good heavens. He can never tell his Ma what he saw here today. 

Overall, he is very overwhelmed in both sight and smell by the time he gets to the back counter. At least the counter is…normal enough. The only oddity there are the piles of little seedling pots of herbs all stretching towards little grow lights, eager to make themselves into big strong potted plants with some time in the artificial sun. 

The girl at the counter pops her gum between lilac-painted lips. Her chin rests on her hand; her eyes rest on a book laid flat on the counter. Whether it’s a more typical novel or a spellbook, Clark can hardly tell. 

Clark…clears his throat. The girl doesn’t even look up. She silently flips a page in her book. 

“H-hello?” he tries. If he were human, his hands would be sweating. (He might also have gotten a headache from the incense.) “I’m looking for…”—he glances down at the newspaper scrap he’d snipped out from last week’s Sunday edition— “...Foley & Fenton tech repair…?”

The girl holds up a hand to silence him. Clark shuts up. After a few silent moment of reading, she lifts purple eyes off of the page to finally give him a passing glance. 

Her lips…do something. Clark isn’t sure what. “Show it to me.” 

He fumbles in his haste to comply with the demand, almost dropping his laptop in the process. “It’s— it’s fine most of the time! But, er, ever since I started working on some of the bigger stories, it keeps acting up on me— one moment it’ll be fine and then I’ll get really into it and then the whole computer will freeze up and shut down… It was a gift, and it’s supposed to work really well!” Pa had certainly paid enough that it should last him for a good ten years! “But I keep losing half of my work every time I try to sit down, and…!” 

The girl pops her gum again, barely interested. Finally she shuts her book. “Laptop!” she shouts into the back. 

A beret-topped young man with dark skin and glasses pops up out of the back. “What?”

“Laptop,” she repeats, and thumbs open her place in the book to continue reading. The young man squints, and then grins. 

“Laptop!” he echoes, excited. He swerves around the counter, puffs out his chest, and grins. “Good day to you, sir! I’ll have you know that I am the foremost technological expert on personal devices in the local tri-state area—” 

“No you’re not, Tuck,” the girl cuts in, eyes on her book.

“When it comes to curses and curse removal,” the boy continues, peeved. “Now look, now I’m in a mood. Anyway, it’s twenty bucks for us to take a look at it, and I charge additional fees based on parts that need replacing and hours of labor. Fine with that?” 

Clark— nods. The young man— Tucker?— grins, and Clark quickly has to let the boy shake his hand as he grabs at the limb. 

“Excellent! Your laptop is in excellent, if very spooky hands!”

Clark looks at the boy, who’s giving him a very confident thumbs up and a wink. Clark looks at the girl, who happens to be doing nothing more than what she was when he had originally walked into the shop. 

“I have nothing to do with this,” the girl says. 

“...How long should I wait, exactly?” Clark asks helplessly. 

“I dunno, a week max? We’re usually faster than that, though. We’ll call you when we know what’s up.”

*

“Huh,” says Tucker. 

“Huh,” says Danny. 

“U̴̲͍̜̬̚A̸̧̟̥͓̖̫̓̓̅̌̊́͘͠Ŗ̷̺̜̲̘̣͉̲̉͝Ẹ̸̱̖̦͙̆͐͐̀͜Ǒ̵̥̦̍͆͗E̶̦̼̱̫̫͔̮͖̎̒W̴̡̮͉̤̅͘͝͝F̴̳̜́̎̎I̷̡̢̡̠̲̖͍͔̒̑͝O̶̲̝̾̌̑̈͒ͅG̴̝̪͎͙͔̩̅̀͗͑U̶͇̩̦̳͉̤̿̾S̸̢̛̰̱̻͎O̴͓̚H̵̻̝̗̼̣̪͖̀͑̄͗̆Ì̸̧͉͍̻͙̥̙͋̈́̐ͅR̴̭̥̞͒̾͌͗͛̚A̸̛̗̦̗̲͔̍͂͒G̶̨̓̀͂̍O̷͓̯͛͗͋H̷̥̮̭̊̉̂͗́̎̚I̸͉̦͇͚̤̝̅͝R̷̢̡͇̮̮͈̤̔̾ͅẢ̵̛̖̈̎̂̐͂͠Ǵ̸̛̤̜̳̝̮̤̣̊̒̍̋̀̕ͅH̴̢̱͔̹̰͔̭͑͒̓Ỉ̵͍̆̏̅̃̾̌̒O̶͉͎̻̳͗̏͂̅̓̈́̍̚,” screams the curse on the laptop. 

It slobbers rather admirably without either a tongue or salivary glands, or, you know…an orifice from which to slobber. 

“...He looked like he would blow away in a stiff breeze? Who would have cursed that poor guy?!” 

“I don’t know,” Sam adds curiously, admiring the heavy detail work done on what should have been a totally normal Lenovo Thinkpad. “But I would pay for that wizard’s coffee if they’d tell me what they did to make this happen.”

Danny slowly extinguishes the ball of light in his hand. “This might be out of my expertise,” Danny admits, “Because if I hit this thing normally, that laptop is getting crushed.” 

Tucker squints. “So just. I dunno. Ice it?” 

“...Oh, yeah.” The laptop gets encased in a sheet of ice that (thankfully) blocks the curse from lashing out when it gets pried open. 

It’s not the reason Tucker expected to have to grab gloves for this repair, but eh. Gloves, mittens. Same thing, probably. Now, if he could only hold onto the screwdriver without it slipping out of his mittened fingers…

Tucker's Computer Repair and Occult Solutions shop is a new tech repair set up in Metropolis. The shop only seemed to have a single teenager? It's weird, though, since the ad said there were at least two people on their tech team...

...and sometimes, while the named Tucker Foley was in the back, Clark would swear he heard laughter without breath in the other room. Ominous.

Meanwhile:

Tucker: so. Like. It's not the hardware?

Danny: nah.

Tucker: so his laptop is, like...literally cursed?

Danny: yeah.

Tucker: AGAIN?

Danny: *laughs* Someone really, REALLY hates this guy

Tucker: he looks like he would apologize to the stiff breeze that pushed him over!!

Danny: I mean. It's not a powerful curse. It's literally just like a random powering down every few hours.

Tucker:

Tucker: *sighs* I'll get the invocation.

Danny: I'll grab the frankincense lol

Tucker: you know I predicted a lot more playing around with tech when I opened a TECH REPAIR SHOP 🤦🏾‍♂️ in a MAJOR CITY

Danny: Sam is quite literally never going to let us live this down

Tucker:

Danny:

Tucker: was that a death joke—

Danny: *snickers*

[v-thinks-on]