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[rosanna-writer]

Baby, I'm the One to Beat (1/?)

Feyre Archeron is the most talked-about woman in Exy. On the court, she broke records in her first season with the Springfield Bucks, while her off-court romance with her team captain, Tamlin, had fans swooning. In the wake of a breakup, she throws it all away and transfers to the rival Velaris University. A new narrative emerges—after refusing to share the court with her ex, Exy's freshman phenomenon is "too temperamental" to play at the sport's highest levels. Feyre can't afford to get involved with another teammate when she needs another trophy to keep her dream of going pro alive. But amid all the drills, workouts, and scrimmages, Rhysand, her new team captain, becomes a smirking, sarcastic soft place to land. And Feyre doesn't miss his longing looks in her direction, either. Can she win the championship and still keep her heart—and reputation—intact?

For @belabellissima

My secret santa giftee is the loml, the queen, the legend BELA FUCKIN BELISSIMAAAAAA!!!! I literally squealed with excitement when I got my assignment, and I had the BEST time binging the Foxhole Court to create this AU (and real talk, when I started brainstorming and making a "things Bela likes" list, I was like "oh SHIT, HOW IS HER TASTE IN EVERYTHING SO IMPECCABLE???")

A huge thank you to my team of betas, brainstorming partners, and secret keepers: @c-e-d-dreamer, @violetasteracademic, @yourstarsmyscars, @reverie-tales, thesistersarcheron, berd-berd-nerd, itsthedoodle, and climbthemountain2020 And an even bigger thank you to the @acotargiftexchange mods for all their hard work putting on such a fun event!

Read it Here on AO3 or under the cut, and happy holidays everyone! <3

Feyre wished she'd thought about a revenge dress.

For the past year, she'd spent no less than an hour and a half in the weight room most days. She'd clocked enough miles to wear out three pairs of running shoes. A constant ache had settled in her shoulders from all the drills that honed her catching, throwing, and aiming. After all the work she'd put in to bring her body to peak physical condition, she really ought to have found something slinky.

But she'd put off packing until the last minute, and now the steam from her shower hadn't done anything to fix the wrinkled mess she'd shoved into her suitcase. Wrapped up in a scratchy hotel towel, she sighed in dismay at the stodgy black outfit she'd bought for her father's funeral years ago.

She forced herself to change before Ianthe banged on the door. Just a few days ago, they would have gone shopping for something new, but since Feyre had ended things with Tamlin, her roommate communicated solely in dirty looks. Ianthe's chipper demeanor had gotten on her nerves, especially before 6 AM practices, but now, Feyre would take it over the frosty silence that had followed them all the way from their dorm to the latest hotel room they'd been assigned to share.

Maybe it was just the thought of the last time she'd worn the dress, but Feyre suddenly missed her sisters fiercely. Despite their childhoods full of cutthroat competition, constant tears, and hurt feelings, Nesta and Elain would still rally behind her after a breakup. And it helped that they both had nicer closets to raid.

But college recruitment and Exy Pro League drafts had scattered the Archeron sisters across Prythian, so Feyre found herself getting ready for the Collegiate Player of the Year awards ceremony alone.

The formal, televised awards ceremony where she'd be seated next to her roided-up meathead of an ex-boyfriend. The ex who was also her team captain.

The occasion called for looking killer. But in the whirlwind of celebrations and interviews, congratulations and sponsorship offers since her game-winning goal ended Springfield University's fifty-year long championship drought, she hadn't had much time to herself.

And these days, Feyre spent her free time crying and beating herself up for not ending things the first time Tamlin put his hands on her.

She put on enough makeup to avoid being told she looked sick, then tied back her hair. After one last frown in the mirror, Feyre let Ianthe have the bathroom. Her teammate said nothing, but the disgusted curl of her lip spoke volumes about how Feyre looked.

She wandered down the hotel lobby, hoping to find Lucien. Since the breakup, hardly anyone on the Springfield Bucks spoke to Feyre unless they absolutely had to, but Lucien remained friendly. Or at least, he did when Tamlin wasn't around to glare.

A few of her teammates had already gathered on the sofa, Tamlin in the center. Irritatingly enough, he looked damn good in a forest green suit that stretched over his hulking muscles, and by some miracle, he'd managed to knot his floral tie correctly. He'd even washed his long, blonde hair for once.

Feyre just silently hovered at the edge of the group. None of her teammates looked at home in clothes that didn't wick sweat, dry fast, and stretch in all directions, save Lucien, who could command a runway just as well as he could dominate an Exy court. He caught Feyre's eye, flashed her a warm smile, and then went right back to nodding along as Tamlin spoke.

She tried not to take it too personally.

As they waited, a few of the Bucks took pictures together. Pictures that pointedly did not include Feyre. Ianthe would probably flood the Exy hashtags with captions about how they all clean up nice, but even that couldn't drown out excited online chatter about Feyre "the Cursebreaker" Archeron.

Breaking records got people talking a hell of a lot more than a few nice photos ever did. Feyre let that knowledge bolster her spirits.

Time seemed to drag on as the team gathered and boarded the bus. Ianthe snagged the seat next to Lucien before Feyre could, so she spent the ride to the Middle Theater staring moodily at downtown traffic. Each time Tamlin's booming voice cut through the Bucks's conversations, she nearly flinched.

As they arrived and took their seats. Feyre tried not to fidget. With all the recent travel, she hadn't gotten a workout in, and even though she needed the off-season to rest up, she felt like she might explode if she didn't run a few laps to burn off excess energy.

Since the breakup, she hadn't gotten this close to Tamlin without the benefit of a helmet, pads, and a mouthguard. The memory of that smashed study room still burned behind her retinas. As the lights dimmed and the ceremony began, she forced herself to breathe slowly. In through her nose, out through her mouth.

Feyre tuned out the introductions and the season recap—after all, she'd lived through it. Eventually, her ears pricked at the sound of her name as the nominees for Rookie of the Year were announced. A camera probably zoomed in on her face, and somehow, she managed to smile through the host listing out the nominees' achievements.

It helped that Feyre's stats blew everyone else's out of the water. Despite her limited playing time as a second-stringer, Feyre put up insane numbers of goals and assists all year. From her very first on-count appearance, when she'd body-checked a Middengard senior then twisted out of the tackle to steal the ball and score, she'd made Bucks fans believe in an end to the Springfield curse. And in the championship, she'd made it happen by slamming Amarantha, Hybern's captain, into a wall to clear the way for the game-winning goal.

The Cursebreaker was a freshman phenomenon if there ever was one.

And yet, when the host opened the envelope and read out her name, Feyre still blinked in surprise. Everything about this season felt like a dream.

She stood, and next to her, so did Tamlin. He pulled her into a hug, every inch the proud team captain the fans expected to see despite the breakup, and it took everything in Feyre to push down on the instinct to shove.

If Lucien hadn't gotten to her next, Feyre might have vomited. By some magic, he always seemed to smell like cinnamon and campfires, even drenched in sweat—decidedly not like Tamlin. "You earned it," he whispered, pulling her close.

Feyre let those words steady her as she walked up to the stage. She hadn't thought about an acceptance speech—couldn't think of one even now, amid the too-bright lights and too-loud applause. All she could focus on was not making a fool of herself and tripping as she stepped up to the podium.

But Feyre Archeron always landed on her feet, and she dutifully got through all the necessary thank-yous. The words felt like ash in her mouth, and she didn't mean most of them. Her father, who'd pushed his daughters into Exy because a shattered kneecap ended his dreams of going pro. Her sisters, who she'd been pitted against. Her teammates, who'd rallied behind Tamlin despite the abuse. Her coaches, who'd never really cared about her off the court.

Her hands still shook as she returned to her seat, only vaguely aware of her teammates clapping her on the back as she walked. The ceremony moved on to the next award, and Feyre's heart stopped hammering in her chest.

Something ugly coiled in her gut ahead of the final prize of the night—Player of the Year. Feyre hadn't been nominated. The old guard at the PCAA—Prythian College Athletics Association—still expected underclassmen to pay their dues. Despite exceptional performance that would have earned it, she wasn't eligible for the award.

But Tamlin was a finalist.

Feyre could practically taste something bitter on her tongue as Tamlin's highlights were read out. His stats weren't any better than hers—but he had the benefit of being a starter. Unlike him, she'd managed those numbers while waiting around for him to tire out and need a sub.

He'd graduate in a year. Feyre would get the playing time eventually. She knew that.

Yet…she couldn't help but wonder what she could have achieved if she'd been on the starting lineup from the beginning.

The smile froze on her face as Tamlin's name was called. It wasn't a surprise; the captain of the championship-winning team was always a shoe-in for Player of the Year. But something inside her seemed to burn anyway.

She hated it all—that dopey smile that once charmed her, his massive bear-paw hands that dwarfed the host's as they shook, the good-natured way he bumbled through the acceptance speech. He was such an oaf. And the more the Exy community applauded him, the more Feyre wanted to scream.

She did her best to push those thoughts aside for the rest of the evening. The season had ended, after all. After tonight, she'd have a whole summer ahead of her, plenty of time to catch her breath away from Tamlin. Maybe with a chance to relax, the thought of setting foot on the Springfield campus again wouldn't make her feel quite so nauseous.

After the ceremony, there was still a banquet dinner to get through. Just the thought of it sounded exhausting, and Feyre didn't know how the teams in other college leagues managed two whole banquets a year.

But at least, there would be players and coaches from other teams, and even if the Bucks all hated her, the Archeron name meant something in Exy. Nesta had gone pro with the Velaris Valkyries, and all the analysts were predicting that Elain would be chosen during the first round when the draft occurred in a few weeks.

Feyre had gotten used to all the gawking years ago.

She lost track of everyone that came to congratulate her. Helion from the Suns, Adriata's goalie Tarquin, that dealer named Kallias that she'd bowled over during the game against the Frost, plus an assortment of coaches and officials she'd never met before…

Players mingled freely—the league wasn't that big, and everyone knew everyone else, at least by reputation. Feyre had wanted to melt into the floor and disappear every time a player she'd just met told her they were sorry things didn't work out between her and Tamlin. But as usual, Velaris was the exception.

The Velaris University Stars always kept to themselves, not that anyone wanted to get mixed up with them anyway. Like everyone else, Feyre had heard all the whispers about bribing officials, and rumor had it the Stars kept a slush fund to pay players for intentionally knocking out opponents. Someone had even said Velaris had mafia connections, like some of the teams over in America. Rhysand Darling, their captain, had refused to shake Tamlin's hand before the coin toss at all of their games.

Springfield and Velaris had one of the longest, bitterest rivalries in all of college sports, so Feyre would have dismissed it as immature drama. But one tackle from Rhys had concussed Lucien despite the helmets all Exy players wore, and for weeks, she'd worried the hit had scrambled her friend's brain.

In retaliation, she'd knocked Rhys on his ass no less than five times when they'd faced off again during the playoffs. She'd delighted in the angry flash of his violet eyes behind his facemask, and with Feyre covering him, he'd hadn't scored once.

She felt those same violet eyes landing on her throughout dinner. Feyre tried to ignore it. He probably just held a grudge because she'd made him look like a chump in the playoffs, and some idiot event organizer had been stupid enough to put the Stars's table near the Bucks's.

Feyre wasn't quite sure when it all became too much. But she could barely take a bite of her chicken without another player coming to talk to her, and a few seats over, even more of them were fawning over Tamlin. She needed air.

Once she caught sight of the line to the ladies's room snaking around two corners, Feyre tried to find somewhere quiet. She walked through the halls without any sense of where she was going, other than just…away from everyone else.

She finally stopped in front of a door labelled "EXIT" that was probably in some staff-only section of the building she shouldn't have entered. But it didn't seem to be a fire door. And when she pushed, it opened without alarming.

The smell of garbage hit her like a freight train. Good—it might stink, but no one would come find her near the dumpsters. Feyre stepped outside, careful to wedge a doorstopper into place just in case it locked from the outside.

She let out a shaking breath, tipping her head up to look at the sky. Even on a cloudless night, the city was too bright for stars, but she took in the sight of the full moon rising over the skyscrapers.

She could do this.

Feyre Archeron could be as enduring and faceted as the night. Her teammates in Springfield just couldn't see in the dark.

"I was hoping to find the woman of the hour out here," a voice purred behind her.

Feyre's face twisted into a scowl before she'd turned around. But there Rhysand was, smirking at her with his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit. Impeccably dressed and camera-ready, he looked out of place in the dingy alleyway.

"What do you want?" she said, too drained to put any venom behind it.

"To speak to you privately."

For a moment, Feyre said nothing. She'd assumed he'd sought her out to gloat after hearing about her breakup, but that was the sort of thing people generally did in public, the bigger the audience the better. Narrowing her eyes, she said, "Why?"

"I assume you're thinking of transferring. Anyone in your position would be."

"I'm not," she lied. Admitting it to Rhysand before she'd made a firm decision wouldn't end well.

He shrugged, the simple movement of his shoulders somehow painfully elegant. "If you want to spend your time warming Tamlin's bench, then it's your season to waste."

So he was here to gloat, then. "Fuck off," she said, moving to push past him and head back inside.

Rhys didn't move out of her way—his hand shot out, and he stiff-armed her just like he would on an Exy court. Feyre growled, dropping her shoulder and shoving properly. But the godforsaken heels on her feet made her movement wobbly. He still didn't budge.

"And that," he said, sliding his hand back into his pocket, "is why you should come to Velaris."

Feyre let out a harsh, humorless laugh. "I should've known you weren't above player tampering. Did your team bribe someone to ignore that, too?"

Technically, he'd just tried to recruit her before she'd entered the PCAA portal and officially declared herself open to a transfer. Players could talk to each other, but if a coach had put him up to it, the PCAA would hit their team with a fine and suspension. The officials didn't look kindly on schools who swooped in and seduced away proven talent. But Velaris, apparently, didn't care.

His gaze roved down her body, a predatory gleam in his violet eyes. Feyre's mouth went dry. She knew that look—had worn it herself often enough.

Rhysand was hungry.

"Maybe I just think you look good in black," he murmured.

Until tonight, Feyre hadn't attended a formal event since her father's funeral. The black dress she'd bought amid a fog of grief covered her knees and collarbones, but she had the strangest sense that Rhys wanted to tear it off her with his teeth.

Feyre didn't mind. There was something deliciously heady about no longer scurrying back into Tamlin's shadow when someone looked at her like that.

But not quite heady enough that she wouldn't make him work for it. With a shrug, she said, "If I wanted to transfer, I'd have options. Adriata also needs a striker, and their jerseys match my eyes."

"Tarquin couldn't handle you."

"And you think you could?"

"You've watched enough film to know your play style is far too aggressive for the Summer Court. They rely on quick, short passes, and there's no room for someone who prefers to slam her way through lines of defenders. You'd thrive in Velaris, Feyre."

He wasn't wrong. Feyre understood how the defenses in the league operated just as well as he did, and damn near every article last season said Archeron's got that dawg in her. From what she'd heard, the culture in Adriata was good—no one ever had anything bad to say about Tarquin, and the Jellyfish would welcome a newcomer with open arms, even if they quietly grumbled about her holding onto the ball too long.

But Velaris…well, she'd heard the rumors. And even if she hadn't, Rhys rattled Lucien into dropping passes with taunts about Jesminda rolling in her grave, their quiet backliner had once grabbed Eris Vanserra by the neck when the refs weren't looking, and that tiny demon of a goalie actually bit Varian last year.

If it were any other team, Feyre could deal with a few cutthroat, psychotic teammates. An eventual spot on a pro roster would be worth it. But she'd catch hell for leaving Springfield for its biggest rival, especially after a breakup with the Bucks's beloved golden boy.

She should have just written it off. Even if she decided against Adriata, Helion might have a spot on the Suns, and there was the possibility of putting real distance between her and Tamlin if she transferred to the Continental League and joined Vallahan or Rask or Montessere. Or hell, even that ragtag American team with the orange uniforms.

But a clean break didn't compel her as much as Rhysand did.

"How would you make it worth my while?" she said, drinking in the desire burning behind his eyes and gulping it down like wine.

"Strikers come in pairs, Feyre. I need an equal partner I can split the court with and trust implicitly, but unless you transfer in, I'll be picking up the slack of whichever halfwit underclassman makes the roster," he said, not answering her question.

Feyre opened her mouth, fully intent on telling him she didn't care what he needed. But before she could, he advanced on her and added, "Tell me what you want, and if it gets you on the Stars, it's yours."

She almost said she wanted him. A cruel part of Feyre wanted to see if he'd kneel and bury his head between her thighs, just to convince her to transfer. She could imagine tangling her fingers in his blue-black hair, keeping his mouth exactly where she wanted it until he'd proved just how badly he needed her on the team.

But she wouldn't. After Tamlin, Feyre couldn't argue that she had great taste in men, but at the very least, she preferred entirely willing partners. Beyond that, she wouldn't be able to look Rhysand in the eye again, let alone play alongside him for a year.

Her good sense won out. "I need player development, a spot on your starting line, and teammates who won't cause problems."

"We'd treat you right in Velaris," Rhys purred. No one had any right to make a discussion of team culture sound that…well, sensual. Feyre shivered.

"Would you?" she said. "I'd be a distraction."

"Hungry dogs run faster, Feyre. Springfield might have tried to protect Tamlin, but it's hard to keep secrets when a captain is violent enough to throw a desk at his girlfriend. I know this is personal for you. And I'll put up with a media circus if it means I'm playing alongside a talented striker with something to prove."

Rhysand might have been the next in a long line of people who only wanted her for what she could do on an Exy court. But at least he wanted her. Besides, he didn't have to care as long as their goals aligned.

She crossed her arms. "I'll think about it."

Feyre had never seen Rhysand smile. And maybe that was the for the best because if it had happened on an Exy court, she might have been dumbstruck long enough for him to steal the ball from her racquet. Despite all the muscles, most Exy players looked like thumbs. But Rhys was devastating.

"We'll talk once you've entered the transfer portal," he said, as if it were inevitable Feyre would join the running list of players who'd officially declared their intention to leave for new schools.

With that, Rhys sauntered back inside, and Feyre silently glared at his back until he'd disappeared down the hallway. Definitely at his back and not at all at the sculpted ass perfectly accentuated by his well-tailored, stupidly expensive-looking suit.

When she was alone again, Feyre took a few deep breaths of cool night air. It didn't do as much to clear her head as she hoped. She needed to sit and think about this—make a list of the pros and cons, maybe even talk to her sisters and get their opinions.

But no one wanted to snatch that trophy back from Springfield more than Velaris. And no one wanted to shut Tamlin up more than Feyre.

If she closed her eyes, Feyre could imagine the boos if she entered the Spring Court in black. Each goal would quiet them down until the Bucks fans just sat in stunned silence or left early in disgust. All of the hype and excitement ahead of the biggest rivalry game of the season, the hype that only came after winning a championship…fizzled out into nothing.

It would be a perfect end to Tamlin's college Exy career. He might even cry.

But then again, if she transferred for more playing time and underperformed, she'd be Exy's biggest bust. A freshman who let one good season go to her head, then floundered. Too confident for her own good, too temperamental to play alongside her ex, too emotional to play Exy at the highest levels. A disappointment compared to her sisters—someone cracked under pressure with a national audience watching.

It could kill her chances of going pro.

Feyre couldn't stay out in the alleyway much longer before someone came looking for her. Steeling herself to get through the rest of the night, she headed back to the banquet. The rest of it seemed to pass in a blur, and she pretended not to notice the Velaris players whispering among themselves.

She'd left her phone in the pocket of her jacket. It had been sitting on a hanger at the coat check all evening, but when Feyre checked her messages on the bus, there was a new text from a contact that definitely hadn't been there before the awards ceremony.

Rhysand Darling 🌟: It was a pleasure meeting you tonight.

Feyre locked the screen before any nosy teammates had a chance to peek over her shoulder. The whole ride back to the hotel, Feyre felt like her phone was burning a hole in her pocket. Lucien even seemed to notice—she'd forced an uncertain smile when he'd shot her a worried look.

It wasn't until Ianthe's snores filled their shared room that Feyre dared sneak off to the bathroom. The tile was cold against her legs as she sat on the floor, back against the door. Before she had a chance to sleep on it or talk herself out of the decision, she started drafting an email to Springfield's coach and administrators. Once she'd typed it, she just stared at the subject line as her stomach did backflips.

Notification of Transfer

Feyre squeezed her eyes shut and hit send. She waited to feel regret or horror or even the urge to un-send the email and pretend nothing had happened. But it never came, and she'd run out of tears. Something inside her hardened into cold, icy resolve.

She switched to her messaging app and replied to Rhysand. The Spring Court had better not be standing when we're done with it. And no bitching if I get a penalty for spearing Tamlin's head on my racquet.

His response came seconds later, so quickly that Feyre had to wonder if he'd been waiting by his own phone. You're going to fit right in at Velaris. Can't wait to see you on the Court of Dreams 🖤

[ask-bbieal-highschool-au]

Hi! Welcome to Hereschool High, your average high school full of ignorant teenagers and shit loads of rumours. Honourably one of the best high schools around at least!

Characters you can ask(but are not limited to):

Logan Baldimore- math teacher and school councillor, never seen frowning, best teacher

Daniel Thing- Principal, strict, stressed

Penelope Thing- Sophomore, weird kid, pro jump roper Arther Crafter- Sophomore, quiet kid, Artist

Nathan Bars- Sophomore, Former bully, Quarterback

Matthew Canes(MC)- Sophomore, Local punching bag, can do parkour

Warren Sweeps- Janitor, high, knows how to make a nuclear weapon for some reason.

Frank Prize- Senior, disabled kid, good hugger

Johnny Keap- Senior, shop keeper, chill dude

Cloudy Copter- Freshman, airhead, really fast

Kennith Reflex- School nurse, friendly, “broken arm? Use ice!:D”

Camila Pomp- English teacher, motherly, takes self defence classes

(More characters to be added as blog progresses but these are some of them.)

Unavailable character:

Nolan Feller- ???

Susanne Shelly- ???

Rules!:

-no nsfw, dirty jokes are ok just don’t get too comfortable.

-If you are a zoophile, pedophile, racist, homophobe, transphobe, sexist, etc DNI.

-Shipping stuff is fine but don’t expect your ship to be in here.

-You can ask as much as you want

-I’ll take art requests but it has to be related to the au.

-Most important rule! Have fun! :)

Now come on, don’t be shy, leave an ask for someone!

[boombambaby]

@imperator-solitarius asked: Amid the usual assembly of peasants lined up to speak with their Emperor, listing grievances and submitting requests as they typically do, a person in far finer clothing shuffles along. A finely crafted fox mask covers his face, hooded violet cloak just long enough to hide his appearance. The fabric of the cloak, even viewed from a distance, is clearly of a higher quality than the clothing of the usual guests, shimmering slightly in the light with intricate flower patterns adorning the bottom. As the figure draws closer to the front of the line, an ethereal scent of early morning mist and flowers becomes present in the air, a pleasant undertone to the earthy smell filling the rest of the grand hall...

When you think about the word 'Emperor', you think about opulence. A life full of grandeur and excitement, finery in all things from clothing to foods, servants and scribes at your beck and call; a never ending supply of entertainment at your whim, at all times. It sounds pretty incredible, right ?

-- and it is! Don't get him wrong. Kuzco wouldn't change his life for anything, and all of those things are true. But what nobody warns you about, the one con in a very long list of pros? . . . is how BORING it can all be, too.

' Oh thank you Emperor Kuzco! My family thanks you, this will mean the world to-- '

Kuzco slumps back against his throne's overstuffed pillow with a sigh, grateful how easy it is to hide his boredom from such a high vantage point above ground level. Prior to his llama adventure, this peasant would have been thrown out of the throne room ten minutes ago, way before he could start to ramble on like this. Now that he's a 'changed man', however, he has a promise to uphold; one that says he will do better by his people, and put their needs before his own.

. . . most of the time, anyways. " Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm amazing-- thanks for stopping by! " He waves a flippant hand, interrupting him with the ease of someone who has never cared about coming off as rude in his entire life. " Don't forget to visit the gift shop on your way out! Buy your daughter a Kuzcocoa cup. She'll love it. "

As the peasant shuffles out of the room, Kuzco turns his attention to the Royal Record Keeper, dutifully taking notes from his place beside the throne. " Is it almost time to knock off, yet? I'm exhausted, and I'm pretty sure I'm late for my seaweed wrap-- "

" It's only been an hour, your majesty. " Comes the reply, RRK glancing up at him from the scroll with an accusatory stare. " Your line of petitions still stretches the length of the Grand Hallway. " Kuzco heaves an overdramatic groan and settles back in with a shimmy of his shoulders to make himself comfortable. " Fine. But I'm giving myself the full treatment when this over. Seaweed wrap, skin toning, massage-- and no interruptions, you hear me? " Then, louder so his guards can hear; " NEXT! "

His interest is peaked with the arrival of his next petition, however, and he sits up to get a better look at the finely dressed male who glides into the throne room like he owns the place. Not that he's familiar with the peasants from all of his villages, but Kuzco is certain he's never seen him before-- and even more so that he's not from around here. " You lost or something, pal? Make a wrong turn at Albuquerque? "

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Dean Obeidallah at The Dean's Report:

Donald Trump pardoned his MAGA terrorists who attacked the Capitol and brutally beat up police officers on Jan. 6 for two reasons. First, to reward them for waging violence in service of his attempted coup. And secondly, to incentivize them and others in MAGA to do the same in the future--with the implicit promise of a pardon if their crimes are in furtherance of his agenda. That is not just my opinion but also that of experts on fascism like Ruth Ben-Ghiat—who I quoted in my article on Tuesday. And now we are seeing a slew of articles quoting extremism experts that warn Trump’s pardons will “embolden the Proud Boys and other extremist groups” to believe they can engage in pro-Trump violence and Trump will later protect them with a pardon. Adding to these very real concerns are that since they were pardoned, the leaders of The Proud Boys and Oath Keepers have openly called for “retribution.” Proud Boys leader Enrique Tarrio--who pledged his loyalty to Trump after being released, saying, “Trump literally gave me my life back”—ominously declared on Wednesday about exacting revenge, “Now it’s our turn.” That is why we need states to enact laws to create a “Jan. 6 Registry” in the same vein that a registry for sex offenders was established under Megan’s Law. That groundbreaking law was drafted in response to the 1994 brutal murder of seven-year-old Megan Nicole Kanka in New Jersey. Unbeknownst to the family, a violent predator previously convicted of a sex offense against a child was living across the street. This same person later abducted, sexually assaulted, and murdered Megan. Megan’s Law requires sex offenders to register with local authorities--with that information then being made available to the public. All of this was designed to enable law enforcement and private citizens to develop “constructive plans, safety programs, and victimization prevention strategies” to best protect the community from a potential threat.

We need the same type of registry for the more than 600 of the Jan. 6 attackers who were convicted or pled guilty to assaulting police officers—often with deadly weapons--and other serious felonies such as Seditious Conspiracy. Some of these people are legally speaking “terrorists”--given that DOJ defined Jan. 6 as an act of “domestic terrorism.”

[...] The list goes on of Trump supporters who savagely attacked the police and waged war on our government in the name of Trump. These are violent and dangerous people who should be in prison--not living as our neighbors—but Trump freed them. Wouldn’t you want to know if these people had moved into your neighborhood in order to protect your family? Wouldn’t the police want to know that people who brutally beat up police officers—and are now vowing “retribution”—have set up shop in their community?! While Trump has pardoned these people, that does not mean state’s can’t protect their citizens from these dangerous people. A President’s pardon only applies to federal crimes—not state punishment for the same conduct. In fact in 2019, the U.S. Supreme Court upheld the “dual-sovereignty” doctrine that enables a state to prosecute a defendant under state law after the federal government has prosecuted him for the same conduct. That means if any of these Jan. 6 felons also broke state law in their planning for the Jan. 6 attack, they could now be criminally prosecuted. Beyond that, if a person is pardoned for a federal crime by the President, state laws that impose penalties for that conviction--like prohibiting convicted felons from voting--still apply. Thus, there is no legal prohibition against a state enacting a law that warns their residents about a potential dangerous and violent person in their midst-even if that person was pardoned by the President. Some of these convicted felons will commit crimes again. 

Another excellent idea from Dean Obeidallah: January 6th Domestic Terrorists should be put on a list akin to sex offenders and report to police.

[mattsturniolosswife]

Could you write like nick x fem!reader in a platonic way? Like what they would do as best friends or something

★ 𝗯𝘀𝗳 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗰𝘀 ★

1. Effortless Bond: From the start, you and Nick just clicked. You’re that pair of best friends who can communicate with just a look, reading each other’s thoughts without a single word.

2. Gay Best Friend Energy: He jokingly calls you his “straight bestie,” but honestly, you both know it’s a term of endearment. You’re his safe space, and he’s yours—whether it’s to rant about life, gush over cute boys, or spill tea.

3. Movie Marathons: Late-night movie marathons are your thing. You two make a ritual out of it, piling up snacks and curling up with blankets to watch everything from rom-coms to horror movies, roasting plot holes and characters the whole time.

4. Shopping Trips: Shopping together is a must. Nick has a killer fashion sense, and he’s the first to help you pick out clothes that highlight your personality. He’s honest but never hurtful, and he hypes you up when you’re feeling yourself.

5. Confidence Boosts: Nick’s a pro at giving pep talks. When you’re doubting yourself, he’ll remind you of your strengths and make you feel unstoppable. You do the same for him, keeping him grounded and reminding him of his worth.

6. Inside Jokes: You both have endless inside jokes that no one else understands. Your group of friends just sighs when you and Nick start cracking up over something only the two of you find funny

7. Wingman Duties: Nick is always trying to set you up with the cutest guys, and you’re always on board to help him with his crushes. It’s a tag-team effort, with you both hyping each other up before a potential date and giving full debriefs afterward.

8. Hart-to-Heart Talks: Nick is one of the few people people you trust with everything. He’s an amazing istener, and he never judges. Whether it's talking about deep fears or silly dreams, he’s always there to chat at any hour.

9. Photo Ops and Social Media Shenanigans: Your social media is filled with candid shots of the two of you goofing off. Nick’s always taking unflattering, but hilarious, pictures of you, which you secretly love because it captures the real, fun moments between y

10. Protective Instincts: He’s fiercely protective. If anyone messes with you or breaks your heart, Nick’s the first one in line to give them a piece of his mind. You both know you’ve got each other’s backs, no questions asked.

11. Sleepovers: Weekly sleepovers are non-negotiable. Whether it’s at your place or his, you’re always planning something fun—DIY spa nights, cooking experiments, or just staying up until 3 AM chatting about life.

12. Unbreakable Loyalty: No matter what, Nick’s always in your corner. He celebrates your wins, stands by you through the tough stuff, and never lets you feel alone. You both know you will always be friends

13. If you date one of his brothers: The moment he finds out you’re dating one of his brothers, Nick has a serious “best friend-to-brother” talk with him. He’s protective of you and makes sure his brother knows he better treat you right—or deal with him.

14. Constant Teasing: Nick loves to tease you about your relationship with his brother. Every little moment you share, Nick has a comment ready, from smirking when he catches you two holding hands to making exaggerated “lovey-dovey” faces to mess with you.

15. Double-Duty Loyalty: Nick is incredibly loyal to both you and his brother, so he’s the perfect middleman during any rough patches. If you ever need to vent about his brother, Nick listens without judgment, but he’ll gently defend him too, making sure you understand both sides.

16. Third-Wheel Energy: Nick becomes your honorary third wheel on dates, much to his brother's dismay. He’ll randomly tag along or “coincidentally” show up wherever you two are going, just to give you both a hard time and keep things fun.

17. Secrets Keeper: Nick becomes your confidant in the relationship, the one you run to when you need advice on handling his brother's quirks or when you want to plan something special for him. Nick knows his brother better than anyone, so he always has great insights.

18. Protecting the Friendship: Nick makes it clear that no matter what happens between you and his brother, your friendship comes first. He’ll always be there for you, and he assures you he’d never let things get awkward if the relationship ever hit a rough spot.

19. Subtle Matchmaker Moments: Every once in a while, Nick will drop subtle, or not-so-subtle, hints to his brother about how to impress you. He’ll casually mention that you love a particular kind of food, your favorite movie, or something you’ve been wanting to do, so his brother can plan the perfect date.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 < @sturnobsessedwh0re @etherealval @stvrnmc @matts-myloverboy @hellokittylover4life

@s1ut4chris @gwennybenny >

a/n - sorry this took so long

[pussydestroyeer]

Pen 😋😋🤤🤤🤤❤❤

Idk if you can tell that this is the shop keeper from max design pro but anyways

[anonym-potato]

Nein Again - 2x20 "Labenda Awaits"

Hello again! Let's keep this train rolling! Last we left off, the Nein got the fuck out of dodge on a criminal's orders and learned more about Nott's terrible past. Spoilers ahoy!

I rate this Sam Riegel DnD Beyond ad a 2/10 I've got absolutely no idea what's happening here.

What is the purpose of whiskey that doesn't get you drunk?

Is there fanart of Jester standing holding Molly's horns like motorcycle handlebars? If not there should be.

That nice guard captain is so fucking dead

Oooh I forgot about this Yasha solo moment it's very good.

I will never shut up about Nott and Yasha's relationship it's so underrated.

All those visits to Pumat Sol and they never stopped by the Bass Pro Shop next door...

Fjord's booger-extraction is the funniest natural 20 ever.

God I hate swamps. Just. On principle. I understand they're extremely ecologically important but THE BUGS.

Anyway KIRI!

The little token thing to represent the Dodeca is just a good teaching opportunity

Speaking of gators I still think about how the Crown Keepers flipped one. Always have a Floridian (or regional equivalent) in your party if you can help it

This poor fucking gator

C'mon Matt let Yasha rip a gator in half

"Slop-Dolly of Epic Proportions" is definitely the best thing Fjord has said so far.

More importantly KIRI MY DARLING!!!

Whose family fucking sucks I forgot how awful her story is

Is this the first "Welcome to the Mighty Nein"? I think it is

Molly insisting there cannot be nine of them is multiple levels of hilarious

Berleben apparently means "Unpleasent" or something in German, which does track

Beau is an expert at dying on anthills

Dent Bonswallow is the Gnomiest Gname I've heard in a while.

Oh god not Stairway to Heaven Yasha...

Matt's Beau has always been lower than Marisha's Beau and I find that amusing

In conclusion: It's very appropriate to be watching all these swamp episodes while the weather is Like This where I'm at. I feel so immersed.

[trombonechurchill]

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Hello~ I'm Kris/Aithi on AO3, any pronouns. Pro-shipper, multi-fandom, multi-shipper mess. All fandom posts will be tagged with the appropriate fandom. nsfw and flashing gif content will also be tagged. 911 spoilers will be tagged up to a week after the episode airs.

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Current WIPs:

An Educated Thirst 🍷 5+1 times bartender!Buck tried to guess his new, totally human, patron Tommy's favourite drink... (BuckTommy) tag

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Antique Shop AU 🔮 Tommy buys a cursed item containing the ghost of Billy Boils from Buck's antique shop (BuckTommy....Boils?) tag

Star Wars AU 🪐 What it says on the tin (BuckTommy/possible BuddieTommy) tag

Flotsam Jetsam 🦭 Selkie!Tommy AU with lighthouse keeper!Buck (BuckTommy) tag

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[maryellencarter]

okay, i have sorted out the mods i want to use for a mostly sort of vanilla playthrough of mass effect 1 legendary edition.

* the community patch, which describes itself as an "unopinionated bugfix mod" and provides helpful basic fixes such as "You are now properly able to toggle helmets when accessing the Squad screen using the hotkey" and "Sprinting while getting in the Mako no longer causes the Mako to not have crosshairs". also includes fixes for notorious bugs like the conrad verner me2 import flag

* "casual hubs" mod to make shepard and squadmates wear fatigues instead of armor on the normandy and in certain parts of the citadel and noveria. also a separate mod (adams fatigues) to put engineer adams in fatigues instead of dress blues while at his workstation

* "charted worlds" to put minerals, thresher maws, and hidden points of interest onto the maps of uncharted worlds, "galaxy map trackers" to put pointer flags about missions you haven't done yet on the uncharted worlds in the galaxy map, and "keepers finders" to add plot marker points to the locations of unscanned keepers on the citadel

* "dr heart experiments" to use an unused unique zombie model instead of the thorian creeper model for dr saleon's experimental critters you have to kill. "eden prime red sky restored" to make eden prime look like it did in original ME1, because apparently legendary edition decided continuity with the javik dlc was some sort of a goal. "myriad pro begone" to change certain fonts back to the original mass effect text font instead of a default adobe acrobat font.

* "easier feros persuasion check" because there's no fucking reason to force a 12 charm / 10 intimidate persuasion check in order to reach the required threshold for helping the feros colony survive. "paragade persuasion", which adds together your paragon and renegade skill points and uses the total to unlock persuade options in the style of me3's single reputation bar, so you can persuade the preaching hanar and general oraka at the first points you're likely to encounter them instead of having to artificially avoid them until after becoming a spectre. "UNC morality" which unlocks the paragon and renegade missions at certain player levels instead of requiring the paragon/renegade meter checks. together these three mods mean i can do noveria without the lorik qui'in glitch for the first time ever, and go to feros before noveria if i want; i am told benezia is an easier fight in legendary edition anyway but i don't trust that

* "skip minigames" removes a bunch of the fucking frogger decrypt minigames (no more decrypting dead salarians for their id tags!) and makes the rest bypassable with 0 omnigel. "mira puzzle be gone" adds a 100 omnigel crate to noveria so you can skip the towers of hanoi puzzle if you want (i'm so bad at towers of hanoi). "no skill check required for loot" allows you to access lockers and terminals even if they want hard decryption/electronics, without speccing into those skills, which means i could play something besides engineer if i want; i always play engineer so i have both of those skills and am not locked into dragging tali everywhere.

* "morlan's famous iconic armor shop" adds a tab to morlan's famous shop (you want many good supplies, yes?) that sells the default armors for each squadmate in leveled-up variants -- so you can have, for example, wrex in his red Mercenary armor, but in the heavy variant and at an appropriate level. especially helpful for tali because quarian armor is rare as all fuck. "replenish grenades" adds a grenade box to the wall by shepard's locker so you can refill whenever you want, like the medigel box in dr michel's clinic, because otherwise grenade refills pretty much only happen on feros.

* "no sexual harassment" makes harkin use the same dialogue to femshep that he does to maleshep. i legit teared up when i first found this one, okay? i always play femshep because i like jennifer hale's voice better, but half my routing on the citadel has always been centered around avoiding harkin so the microaggressions wouldn't trigger my dysphoria. which means i miss out on an entire story moment with wrex. don't get me wrong, i adore barla von, but having choices is what these games are all about

* "punch charles saracino" just amuses me. this is the guy you encounter during your final stop on the citadel who wants you to endorse his xenophobic political campaign. in vanilla you can choose to endorse him or speak against him, but given how The State Of Everything has changed since 2007, i think i will like having the option to punch him

* "xp rescale" allows you to reach level 60 in a single playthrough, since legendary edition is no longer set up to really really want at least one newgame+ completion before you import to me2. as i understand it this might technically be possible in legendary edition if you grabbed every single scrap of xp possible, but there are a few missions i prefer to complete without killing everybody, so i'm taking a mod just to make sure. "respecialization console" also allows me to respec talent points if i change my mind about a build.

* "unlimited sprint and boost" allows me to sprint for more than three seconds at a time, which should help with getting around the guant hub worlds.

* and finally, "same-gender romances" will let me romance ashley as femshep, and also includes conversation tweaks to keep me from being stealth romanced by kaidan and liara!

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

PASSIONATE OCEAN GUILD STORY #1

━

URBANO : Alright, this meat's cooked! Here Emma, have some! 

EMMA : Thank you, Urbano. This meat is incredibly delicious!! 

ELMA : The old man from the town's butcher shop gave it to us for free. All I said was I'm gonna be having a barbecue and he was like, "take it." 

EMMA : You're a networking pro, Elma! 

SEARLE : Ooooh~! I want some of that meat too!

URBANO : Hey, get your paws off it! That meat was for Emma! It's what I call, "Urbano's Ultra Special Steak!" 

EMMA : How is it ultra special...?

SHEILA : It's ultra special because he made it for you, Emma. He said that he wanted to express his gratitude toward you. It is the season of love, is it not?

ELMA : Yup! This barbecue is also to express our gratitude to the people who joined Passionate Ocean! 

SHEILA : I'm good at making seafood dishes, but today I'll leave the steak to Urbano.

ELMA : We also made some Granita~! Eat as much as you want~!

EMMA : Hehe, alright. Thank you! 

SHEILA : I thought you were going to invite the locals to the barbecue, Elma? 

SEARLE : Barely anyone showed up.

EMMA : It was supposed to be an event to invite people to join Passionate Ocean...

ELMA : Yeah, I guess there wasn't a lot of interest. But, it's okay! This is fun too! So all's well that ends well! Let's make sure it's a lot of fun for the few people who did show up, kay~?

SHIELA : Haha, your carefree attitude is admirable. 

ELMA : I'm gonna go on a little patrol to make sure there are no disturbances! 

SEARLE : I'll go too~!!

EMMA : ........

SHEILA : You look like you're enjoying the peace.

EMMA : Hehe, you can tell?

EMMA : (I think the stock of alcohol is somewhere around here...)

GUY 1 : Hey! You're adorable~

EMMA : Huh...?

GUY 2 : I've been trying to talk to you this whole time, but those surfer guys are really protective of you, you know~?

EMMA : (Looks like he's pretty drunk.)

EMMA : I'm sorry. I'm working right now.

GUY 2 : Don't be so cold~ I just wanna have some fun~★ 

GUY 1 : What we have in mind is WAY more fun than work~

SHEILA : You two want to have some fun, you say? In that case, we'll entertain you until you die laughing.

GUY 1 & GUY 2 : Eeek!!

URBANO : Don't go troubling our precious Guild Keeper, got it?

SEARLE : It's not good to get drunk and bother others!

ELMA : We're not into your kind. But if you really wanna join Passionate Ocean, we'll give you guys some "special training" later, how about that?

URBANO : Haha! We won't let you out of the ocean! 

GUY 1 & GUY 2 : Helppp~!!

ELMA : Ah, they ran away. You okay, Emma?

SEARLE : We were all so worried~! After you went to check the alcohol stash, those guys followed you and we knew they were up to no good!

URBANO : Yeah, I had a bad feeling about it, so we all came back. It was the right call. Did they do anything weird to you?

EMMA : You guys showed up just in time, so I'm fine. Thank you so much.

SHIELA : Why did you take the initiative to check on the alcohol when you could have asked us?

ELMA : Emma, you gotta be careful, y'know? There are people out here who just wanna ruin your fun. I want today to be fun for you! You always work so hard for us, you deserve to relax.

SEARLE : I want to see Emma smiling~!!

SHEILA : After what just happened, try not to stray too far from us.

URBANO : If anything happens I'll protect you!! 

EMMA : (These guys are all so protective...It's kinda embarrassing, but it also feels really nice.)

EMMA : Thank you!

[thingsmysplattershotjrtoldme]

Splat 4 Headgear shopkeeps

(these are not final, the anemone is supposed to be far darker)

These two, Quill the feather star (they/them) and Acapella the anemone (she/her) are the shop keepers of Feather In Your Cap, the headgear shop.

Acapella runs the main shop for just headgear with her bed of garden eels and is an absolute stickler for the rules. She tries to be kind but her companions are all a hive mind of negativity save one. There is a very rare chance when you enter the shop that one or more eels will be missing and Acapella will be wearing a face mask and acting very dodgily about her missing eels (the only eel that will never go missing is the one with the flower, the positive one)

Quill, on the other hand, is far more lax and goes with the flow. They introduce a new gear feature - Badges, which is generally just small accessories you can add to your hat, shirt or shoes for a bit of customizing. The accessories (badges, necklaces, rings, bracelets, piercings, or other doodads of that sort) also give newbies an edge by providing one sub of an ability (only base abilities, no Respawn Punisher or Comeback or the like) to include a total of 6 sub slots (the other 3 being taken by their one star gear sub slots). The more someone levels up their gear and gets a new sub slot, the less Badges are able to be active. You can still wear them with full star gear, but they will have no sub slot effect. It's good for players just starting out and for pro's leveling up their new gear (or for those just wanting to be fashionable). Quill is the only shopkeeper who won't kick you out if you're not fresh enough, in fact if you go to Feather In Your Cap before participating in any battles as a newbie, Quill with give you a few random basic Badges completely for free to help you get started and not absolutely wrecked in Turf.

[bisphenol-a]

"Who Would Steal New York City’s Pigeons? Mother Pigeon Thought She Knew." 3 May 2025. New York Times.

But who would steal pigeons?

Mother Pigeon, a pro-pigeon activist who feeds flocks of pigeons dressed as a pigeon while also selling felted figurines of pigeons, was sure she had the answer: the two brothers who own a pet store at the edge of Bushwick, Brooklyn. Their shop caters to the city’s dwindling corps of pigeon keepers, and she believes they are reselling the birds for use in live pigeon shoots in Pennsylvania.

...

This devotion (she calls it “dove-otion”) led her to help organize a rally outside of Broadway Pigeons, casting blame on the two brothers who own it, Michael and Joey Scott, for the disappearances.

Reached at the store, Michael Scott, who had been accused in the past of selling pigeons to shooters, vehemently denied involvement. He said he adored his own 600 pigeons, and was being wrongly and unfairly targeted. The accusations, however, have not dimmed his nearly lifelong love for tending pigeons, he added.

“Show me some pictures of me pigeon-napping, then I’ll start quaking in my boots,” Mr. Scott said in a telephone interview before hanging up.

In a sense, New York’s pigeons belong to the city itself. They are officially designated city wildlife (like raccoons, squirrels and even Astoria the turkey), and it is therefore illegal to trap or kill them.

...

But in Pennsylvania, pigeons are fair game in a sport with a long heritage called flyer shooting. In his law office in Doylestown, Pa., Paul Perlstein, a lawyer and the spokesman for the Pennsylvania Flyers Association, keeps what he says is a 1913 photo of a man sport-shooting pigeons on the Champs-Élysées in Paris; the same city hosted live pigeon shooting as a sport in the 1900 Olympic Games. There has been no accusation that the association has done anything illegal.

...

Inside her workshop in Bushwick, where wire pigeon feet were piled in baskets and a live street pigeon and a fat squirrel darted freely through an open window to the kitchen table, Ms. Piña fretted over the fate of her lost flock and reaffirmed her certainty that the brothers’ pet store was somehow involved. This wasn’t the first time she had targeted the shop: Several years ago, she claimed, she put on a nun’s habit, posed as a customer and secretly released caged birds out of the back of the store. No one, she said, found out.

“She needs help,” said a woman answering the phones at the store who would give only her first name — Lisa, she said — for fear of activist backlash. “She thinks she is a pigeon.”

On April 30, the police arrested Dwayne Daley, 67, of Bushkill, Pa., who they say was scooping up birds in Tompkins Square Park in Manhattan. Officers discovered a truck parked nearby that contained nets and more than 25 pigeons in cages.

Mr. Daley was charged with one count of misdemeanor animal cruelty and released, but he was arrested again the very next day and charged with felony assault for his involvement in an altercation from 2021. Police say he punched a man who tried to stop him from netting pigeons in Brooklyn, knocking out two of the man’s teeth.

In 2007, Mr. Daley was also caught stealing pigeons after a man in East Harlem set up a sting operation to figure out why his beloved pigeon had gone missing. At the time, Mr. Daley said he bred the birds or sold them at auction. “It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong with them,” he said then.

...

Mother Pigeon, however, was unapologetic. As she nursed a one-eyed pigeon back to health in her apartment and absorbed news of Mr. Daley’s arrest, she said she still believed the Scotts were up to no good and that she and her group already have plans to protest the shop again.

[beekeepingsuppliesmelbourne]

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[digitalrajat]

Zip Through Your Day with a Bulk URL Opener: Open Tons of Links in One Go

Ugh, clicking link after link is the worst, right? It’s like waiting in a never-ending line for coffee. Whether you’re hunting down info for a project, snooping on competitors, or just surfing the web for fun, opening a bunch of links one by one eats up your time. But guess what? A Bulk URL Opener is here to save you. With a bulk URL opener extension, you can open multiple links in a snap and get back to what you love. Let’s chat about why this little tool is your new best friend and how it makes life so much easier.

So, What’s a Bulk URL Opener?

Okay, imagine you’ve got a pile of website links you need to check out. Could be for school, work, or just stuff you’re curious about. Instead of clicking each one like a zombie, a Bulk URL Opener lets you dump all those links in one place and—poof—they open together. It’s like flipping a switch to light up a whole room. This link opener is usually a quick add-on for browsers like Chrome or Firefox. No tech skills needed—it’s so simple, anyone can use it.

A bulk URL opener extension cuts out the boring stuff and gets you straight to the good part: actually seeing those websites.

Why You’ll Be Obsessed with a Bulk URL Opener Extension

No More Wasted Time

Who’s got hours to open 15 links one at a time? Not you, A Bulk URL Opener does it all in seconds. Picture this: you’re scoping out a bunch of online shops for a work thing. Toss those URLs into the link opener, hit the button, and boom—they’re all open. It’s like skipping to the front of the line.

Get Stuff Done Faster

A bulk URL opener extension is like a shortcut to being awesome at your tasks. Say you’re writing a paper and need to peek at a bunch of articles. Instead of slogging through each link, this tool opens everything at once. You keep your groove, finish quicker, and maybe even sneak in a snack break.

Stay Super Organized

Some link openers let you save your lists or group your links. It’s like tidying up your messy backpack so you can find everything fast. Gotta check those same sites again tomorrow? They’re ready and waiting for you.

How to Use a Link Opener Without a Fuss

Ready to try it? Using a Bulk URL Opener is easier than making toast. Here’s the scoop:

Get the Extension: Pop over to your browser’s store (like Chrome’s add-on shop) and grab a bulk URL opener extension. Most are free and won’t slow down your computer.

Add Your Links: Copy your URLs and paste them into the link opener. Got a file with links? Some tools let you upload it, too.

Click and Go: Press “Open”, and watch those tabs pop up like popcorn.

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Dear Millennial Caregivers

If you wake up earlier than usual despite the long days and nights, this is for you.

The bills are piling up. The meds and the stats of your sick parent are not jiving. The manhours you could have spent building your career are burnt to the ground. The shitshow of your aging parent just gets shittier. The pivots and workarounds seem to fail as you try to move forward. Speaking of moving forward, this may be the time when you can't make sense of "one step forward, 10 steps back". You may be doubting yourself more than ever. In the same manner, you may be loathing your terminally ill parent all the more.

As you take care of your very volatile parent, you may find yourself back in memory lane. These lanes may be highways to hell mixed with skyways filled with unicorn shit and rainbows. You may be thinking of giving up not because you're tired. You're simply too grounded and you know so well how this shitshow is going to end, anyway. But, you may find that you keep going because you're now the designated keeper of the home in the palm of your sturdy yet shaky hands.

How many times have you gone mad about simple things that used to be nonsensical like taking water that falls within the acceptable daily intake? How many times have you gone beyond what is expected even when those errands used to be crappy ones like coming home early with a bag full of weeds (organic finds, healthy food choices)? How many fucking times have you doubted your usually ego-driven self because you know you can make things happen at your own pace, but now, the pace is too fast, it just won't last, literally and figuratively? You may feel that you are wasting your youth on something that's not even worth your fucking PAKE in life. Death is looming closer each day and night. You may see that while there's a friggin' light at the end of a deep and dark tunnel, your ill parent just doesn't care. Or that parent may care but the stats, the vibe, and the flow are giving boomer bombs.

Let me tell you that I'm but talking to my 20-something-year-old self. LOL. Gah. That was ages ago, but as I get more and more stories concerning caring for sickly and wobbly (sarap untog pader na marmol) parents, I guess, those 8 years of looking after Mother Dragon has finally been of some sort of use. CHOZ.

Being a caregiver especially when you're a strong, independent, mala-acclimated philodendron or kung ano mang choice of flora mo, it's a shitshow. Truly. Madly. Deeply. However, this is also an era of seeing how far you can go AND how far you can still go.

I remember talking to a super close introverted XY friend during a nonchalant session. He shared that my 8-year shitshow is something that he didn't get because his dad had a heart attack. And that he was too busy working when the attack happened. He almost teared up and so did I, but we powered through. EMS. We ended the session nonchalantly, but the lumps in our throats were not joking. Not bad for a biglang aya sa basic coffee shop, noh? Tawa-tawa pa kami sa mga chixxx na nadaaan with rating, tapos, boogsh. Hay. Tacca.

So, I come in peace so early in the morning. Yet again, I guess.

Dear caregiver, don't give up but know when to surrender. Make each day and night work, even when the correlation of things doesn't make sense. When in doubt, have faith... delulu-solulu faith. Keep walking. In the same manner that your parent taught you to walk, hang on. Hang on not because of UTANG NA LOOB or SHAME or DUTY. Nakakaulol 'yan. Promise. Hang on for the greater good. However, know and accept that life is short and that everyone expires. Befriend death, but be the keeper of life that is bound by compassion, no matter what shape it takes. The hard choices always come with pros and cons. Ganun talaga.

And please, let your dear parent decide. Your body, your rules. Period. This bit is gonna bite you really hard. Tanggal angas mo. Tanggal lakas mo. Tanggal pagod mong akala mo umayaw na. Tanggal puyat mong sobrang lala ng pull even when you're super used to puyatang walang hanggan.

Very recently, an XX friend lost her mom to cancer. But wait, there's more. She is a cancer survivor herself. Opak. We rarely meet, but when we do, mala-Netflix ang episodes na parang ambilis lang ng 5 hours lumipas. Syempre, parehas kaming panganay. HAHAHAHAHA. Matigas ulo pero iyakin naman. I told her that we don't have to talk about it in details unless she's willing and able. She laughed silly laughs. So, ako rin. Bahala ka diyan, girl. LOL. She posted her mom's burial a month after, just because, she can't wrap her head around this shitshow. Tawa-tawa kami pero alam mong anytime, the tears are gonna cry. Ugly cry. HAHAHAHAHA. O, millennial caregiver, napaka tanga nating lahat. Hug-hug pa kami pero iwas-hug kinda vibe, because, again, we the bitches who slayyyyyy pero dahil sa mga nanay namin, slain bitches pa rin ang ending.

And so, dear millennial caregivers, shine and sparkle. OPAK. Ambobo na naman ng pakawala. But, hear me out. Shine in the darkest times even when you're but a tiny spark. Shine when no one is watching even when ambobo talaga ng approach na 'to. Shine because you have what it takes to tawid your parent kung dito man o sa kabilang banda. Shine because you are worth it. EMS. I didn't have these realizations noon. And sobrang lala ng impact niya sa life ko. So 'wag n'yo akong tularan. Again, nakakamatay. I'm a very fucked up example of how you shouldn't go about your caregiving chapter.

Find your purple people. It's not gonna be easy to be vulnerable and show your dark side. Syempre, nakakainis talaga mga aging na, sick pa parent. Sarap i-flush sa baradong bowl na apaw. Hahahaha. Surround yourself with people who actually give a shit, give a fuck, about who you are AND who you are not. Period. Ngayon n'yo kailangan ng sandigan, bente kwatro oras. Ngayon n'yo malalaman who really cares, and who is but a fucking and dandy MEMA. Fight me. C'mon. LOL.

Walang eyecandy people ang magiging bandaid sa sugat lalo na ng inner children n'yo. By eyecandy, hindi lang 'yung mga thirst traps a. Eyecandy people are those who may seem to be there for you, pero 'pag 2 AM tapos wala kang malapitan, tapos nasa party sila, then 'di ka nila sinagot or ni-seen man lang, aba, bobo ka na niyan. HAHAHAHA. Eto ang era na you'll be needy and you have that hall pass. Pero, syempre, 'wag nyo abusuhin. Period.

Also, this time, you'll be able to discover who you truly are and who your aren't. Deep ba? Ulol. Fact of life lang 'yan. What I'm saying is that this is the era where you'll debunk your own stereotypes, your myths, and your pulp fiction, babyyyy. Kapit lungs.

No matter how dysfunctional or eleganza your dynamics with your sick parent is, itawid mo 'yan with flying colors. Itapon mo ang black and white and 50 shades of grey area, because, full colors are rushing in, kahit ayaw mo. LELS. It's not gonna be easy, it may kill you inside out-ish, but you're gonna have memories that are one of the books. Ikaw na lang bahala choose your own adventure and misadventure. 'Di nga lang tulad ng Give Yourself Goosebumps noon na puwede mong balikan ang pages to rectify your choices. BOOGSH. Wala ng ganun ngayon. Hahahahahahaha.

And so, choose peace amidst the chaos. The noise fuck the audiophile in you, but let the beats guide you. Heartbeats and lifeline na labanan dito or the lack thereof. (UGH. I remember the ICU days na wala sa ICU because funds were meager, but we slayed it, babyyy!)

Choose your battles, but give the fucking system the fight, fight, fight. You'll fly, sooner or later. Kapit lungs. Tiwala lungs. 'Wag aayaw. Think positive and be delulu-solulu lungs. Kaya mo 'yan! Kung hindi, tacca.

PS: I just found out that my beloved firstborn's birthday is friggin' 25th of April. Bwakanang. Isang Taurus na naman po ang nakalusot ng 'di ko nalalaman. Syempre, tatay kong pakitong-kitong natawa na naman. Bakit daw 'di ko ni-check cert netong aso na 'to. Sabi ko, alam kong para siya sa akin before I got him. SHET NA MALAGKET> Bobo ko talaga diyan sa remembering important dates. Pamigay ko na ba 'to bukas? Kaya pala ganito ugali neto. Ang lala. Hahahaha.