#excel broadcast

[yakwho]

핏블리의 헬스판 엑셀 방송 이야기 (Fitble's Health Panel Excel Broadcast Story)

핏블리의 헬스판 엑셀 방송 이야기 (Fitble’s Health Panel Excel Broadcast Story)

[canadachronicles]

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Ten days ago Schitt's Creek celebrated its first day on set. And like Kim's Convenience, I haven't finished watching its last season! I've perhaps watched a couple of episodes a year since the pandemic. For two reasons: first, because I can't watch without my sister and we don't live together anymore, and also because the Roses are family too, and I'm not ready to say goodbye!

Source: Schitt's Creek's Instagram Page

[fagsex]

everyone loved my presents this year :D

[marwahstudios]

AAFT Channel Celebrates Two Years of Excellence in Student-Led Broadcasting

Noida, India: The AAFT School of Mass Communication and Journalism celebrated a significant milestone as the AAFT Channel marked its two-year anniversary. The occasion was commemorated with the launch of a special poster, unveiled by the entire team of the AAFT School of Mass Communication and Journalism during a ceremony held at Marwah Studios, Noida Film City.

Dr. Sandeep Marwah, Founder-President of AAFT University of Media and Arts, addressed the gathering, highlighting the unique advantages of an in-house channel operated by journalism students. “The AAFT Channel provides a practical platform for students to gain hands-on experience in news production, broadcasting, and media management. It empowers them to understand the real-world dynamics of the media industry while still pursuing their academic studies,” Dr. Marwah stated.

Over the past two years, the AAFT Channel has become an essential training ground for students, giving them the opportunity to create, produce, and present their own content across various media formats. From news and current affairs to documentaries and cultural programs, the channel has showcased the talents and creativity of AAFT’s journalism students.

The event celebrated not only the success of the AAFT Channel but also the growth and achievements of its student-led broadcasting team, which has worked diligently to ensure that the channel serves as a professional platform while maintaining the educational objectives of the institution.

The launch of the anniversary poster symbolizes the channel’s journey and the institution’s ongoing commitment to nurturing future media professionals.

[talentos]

MagicWall®: Holografía en la moda y la exhibición comercial

Los hologramas en los aparadores de las tiendas de moda están revolucionando la experiencia del cliente, como se vio en la serie “Emily in Paris”. Las soluciones de exhibición MagicWall® combinan pantallas físicas con el atractivo visual de hologramas, creando aparadores y paredes de tiendas que cautivan y destacan por su elegancia.

Las tendencias de exhibición se alínean a la moda de alta costura. Los hologramas en los aparadores de las tiendas de moda están revolucionando la experiencia del cliente, como se vio con el personaje Pierre Cadault en la serie Emily in Paris. Estos hologramas, que proyectan imágenes en movimiento de alta calidad, ofrecen una manera innovadora y llamativa de presentar productos, capturando la…

[a-ginger-from]

Giorgio Chiellini is a good pundit it must be said

[radioconstructed]

[ "Ah, the flowers are blooming! There's pollen EVERYWHERE! HAHA!"

"♪ It's reproduction time ♫" ]

[cannibalistic-deer]

Getting blocked by people most likely younger than me who seem to not know how to comprehend my posts. Oh no, what a tragedy /sarcasm.

[anaalnathrakhs]

stupidest dilemma ever but if i even manage to graduate at the end of this year, do i go for one year at a preparatory course that'd be really good for work ethic and all the stuff i really struggle with, but 1) makes me stay in my hometown (which means, at my parents' place) for one more year and 2) makes me effectively lose a year of tertiary education bc no way in hell i'm starting out in year 2 of a licence afterwards, or do i immediately go for the three year cursus i'm aiming for, in a different city, but missing out a very needed crash course in organization and discipline and all related stuff.

[witchoflight]

if YOU TOO would like to play a delightfully named solo game about being a western gull, it's up for free on jeeyon's patreon — and more games like it are waiting for you if you join!!

You posted a while ago about Grant Howitt's RPG There But For The Geese of God, where the players are archangelic geese trying to shepherd Martin de Tours into sainthood by whatever means necessary; you might also be interested in

His RPG Everyone is Seagulls, where the players are a flock of 30 seagulls and you can only communicate by loudly yelling at each other what you want to do, and

Sean Bean Quest, which is a modification of his RPG Goblin Quest in which you play five Seans Bean (in series, not in parallel), trying to ensure that at least one of you survives until the end of the movie.

Thank you so so much for thinking of me. I am hanging this up in my house in a beautiful frame and adjusting it so that it’s beautiful. I am grateful for your friendship and good taste.

I should be honest though. I actually know fuckall about roleplaying games. Absolute black hole of knowledge actually. People kindly and generously sent me the goose one because it’s highly elodie-coded (and you can see why! It’s elodie reblog bait!) and I admired and reblogged accordingly in complete support of the vision. No further thoughts or opinions. HEAD EMPTY. “Haha sounds great!” I say, instantly filing it where I put the isogenic cryptography I had to learn about against my will for work and which I refused to retain in any meaningful way. My brain has simply left the building to pick flowers. “I would enjoy that it’s right up my alley,” I say, eating the bottoms of the grass blades vacantly.

I have exactly three experiences of tabletop roleplaying games ever in my life and i should write a post about them but

- single session of dnd with older guys when I was a teenager

- shepherding children through an interactive storybook in which Bug, 4, simply kept assassinating their older sibling (they were not supposed to be able to do this??)

- playing a small amount of gloomhaven: jaws of the lion, in which I became distracted by hating the whole concept of unpainted ugly gaming miniatures so much that I made my own and then. Wandered off. Apparently forever

Anyway even if it’s wasted on me these are delightful and I’m happy to admire them conceptually and share them and hang them on the wall

[talentos]

“The Technique of Lighting for Television and Film”; A Dialectical review

By Gerald Millerson The Technique of Lighting for Television and Film Gerald Millerson was an esteemed British lighting designer, author, and television engineer, widely recognized for his significant contributions to the realm of television and film lighting. His most remarkable accomplishment is the publication of his authoritative book, “The Technique of Lighting for Television and Film,”…

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀, 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐕? ; micheal kaiser

i honestly don't know, it's all quite random!! it could be a spinoff of this one but with the little girl's name i used for this. i felt creative, but it disgusts me this shit </3

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

"mama"

"what, baby?"

"is that dada on TV?"

You look up from your magazine, looking towards the flat screen television: the image of your husband, while he is flanked by his faithful teammate Ness, is shown while the program commentator gives a brief introduction of the match just played, but Anneliese is still too young to understand what the man is saying. A small smile appears on your lips as you look at your daughter, so enchanted to see his father on TV

"It's dada. That's why he can't stay with us for these days, he's near Munich" you say stroking her blonde hair, yet another trait she picked up from Kaiser "Do you remember that town we visited a few months ago? He's there" you say, and Anneliese nods "Ness Ness is here too!" the little girl says, as an image of Alexis is projected onto the screen. You nod, amused "Yes, he's with dad. They're playing an important match"

Anneliese knows what her father does for a living, more or less. She knows that he travels often and kicks a ball, and unexpectedly he also gets paid quite handsomely. She remember your work better, but maybe it's just a matter of habit

But actually, it is the first time she has seen Kaiser on television, or rather, the first time dhe has seen him and can remember him; it already happened when she was younger, but she was only a few months old, it's impossible for her to remember it

Kaiser has been out of town for a few days but he should return tomorrow morning, and the television is only broadcasting the replay of the game he played this morning, but which Anneliese didn't see, perhaps that's why she's so surprised. The commentator speaks quickly while the passes between the feet of Micheal and Alexis become faster, and closer and closer towards the net. The crowd cheers for the Bastard Munchen prodigy, while the ball, with a powerful Kaiser Impact, ends up in the net with a sharp hit

Anneliese jumps from the couch, coming to the front of the television as the screen shows Kaiser bowing to the crowd, proudly showing off his tattoo and smirking, the one you've known for practically your whole life. Your little girl's smile, the one you've loved since her first breath 5 years ago, makes you smile almost spontaneously as you hear her clap her hands "Dada, dada scored!"

The shot now shows a reporter inches from your husband, sweaty but tremendously handsome: Micheal runs a hand through his blond hair, while the man clears his throat "Spectacular match today! Excellent result for Bastard Munchen, but no one expected less from the team's number 10"

"Yeah? You have to keep expectations high, whether they're from your fans or your family. But I think everyone knows what my preference is"

"No doubt, after all you often dedicate goals to your daughter or wife. Thoughts on them?"

"What else is there to say, other than that I love them? Every goal is for them, only them"

You smile, placing the magazine now located in your lap. Anneliese opens her mouth in shock, running around the couch "He dedicates it to us, he dedicates it to us! Dada is fantastic, isn't he?"

"He is. He really is"

They are sincere words, because you could never want anything else other than this: your perfection, your husband, your daughter

[astrocafecoffee]

💫Your future spouse's career based on your Juno persona chart 💫

✨ For entertainment purposes only. Enjoy.✨

🌜what to check?

- just check your Industria (389) asteroid in your Juno persona chart.Find out in which house it falls in!!

Why this asteroid?

- Juno persona chart tells about your future spouse and Industria(389) asteroid is a long term career related asteroid. So this asteroid in your juno persona chart can give a insight about your future spouse's career.

🌜SOME SHORT TERMS I USED HERE :

- FS = FUTURE SPOUSE

-JPC = JUNO PERSONA CHART

Leshh go!

🌆 Industria in 1st house of JPC : 1st house represent one's identity, personality and how they present themselves to the world.This asteroid in 1st house suggests that their career may be tied to their personal identity and innovative spirit. Now some possible career of your fs-

*Entrepreneurial scientist - they may excel in entrepreneurial pursuits within the scientific community. They may innovate new technologies, products that have a significant impact in their field.

* Industry leader - they maybe known for their innovative idea and proactive attitude to their work. They can easily be a leader of their respective industry.

* visionary consultant - they may excel in their field as a respectful advisor, who offers solutions to businesses or individuals seeking guidance.

* Creative director- career in creative leadership such as creative director in advising, film, fashion, or design.

* makeup artist

* Model

* engeneering

* design/ work in media.

🌆 Industria in 2nd house of JPC : Their career may be closely related to their values resources, managing or utilising assets and their sense of stability. Some possible career of your fs -

* wealth management specialist - they helps individuals or organizations maximize their financial resources and investments through innovative and strategic approach.

* Creative Financial analyst - specialised in creative or innovative analysis methods.

* Financial innovator- innovates new financial products, services or strategies.

* asset manager

* Entrepreneurial investor

* can sing well

* accountant

🌆 Industria in 3rd house of JPC : 3rd house represents one's communication style, mental persuits, and interaction within immediate environment. When this asteroid in your 3rd house this can indicate that your fs may excel in the career of innovative communication methods or technologies. Some possible career of your fs -

* They may into journalism, media, broadcasting, or public relations where someone uses their creative ideas.

* technology writer/ blogger: their career path may involve writing / blogging about technologies or industry trends or sharing their ideas with wide audience.

* Workshop/ educational outreach programs.

* small business owner

* excel in troubleshooting skills, problem solving abilities, explaining complex concepts in simple terms.

🌆 Industria in 4th house of JPC : their career tied to their home , family roots, and emotional well-being.some possible career of your fs -

* career in real estate - specialize in designing sustainable, eco friendly, or technologically advanced buildings.

* e- commerce, consulting, freelance work.

* Family councillor or therapist - they may help individuals and families navigate challenges, fostering harmony and growth within te hone environment.

* interior designer

* Home renovation specialist

* Family owned business owner.

* childcare provider

🌆 Industria in 5th house of JPC : 5th house is associated with creativity,joy, children and hobbies. It governs one's individual approach to work, self expression and personal fulfillment. So your fs career strongly related to this area of life. Possible careers -

* creative artist/ entertainer - Excels in creative profession like music , theater , film, writing etc.

* event planer- organizing wedding, festivals or social gathering.

* teacher/ coach - inspiring or guiding others in academic subject/ sports.

* youth councillor - natural affinity to work with young people and helping them to discover their talents.

* atrs nd crafts business owner.

* fitness instructor

* dance teacher

* entertainment industry professional.

🌆 Industria in 6th house of JPC : 6th house is associated with employment, daily task, health and service to others. So possible career of your fs -

* health care professionals - career related to healthcare, nursing, doctor, medicine, and pharmacy.

* nutritionist/ dietician - helping others to improve their dietary habits , manage health condition.

* fitness trainer/ coach - motivates others to adopt healthy lifestyle.

* administrative professional - may indicate talent for efficiency, attention to detail, making career in administrative or office management appealing.

* environmental scientist

* social worker

* reasearch assistant

🌆 Industria in 7th house of JPC : 7th house is related to marriage, buisness partnership, legal matters, and one-on-one interactions. Possible career domains of your fs-

*legal professional - career related as mediators, legal consultant, specialization in areas such as contrat law , family law or dispute resolution.

* business consultant - expertise in the area of strategy, negotiation, and partnership development.

* marriage and family therapist - helping couples navigate challenges, improve communication and strengthen their bonds through therapy or councilling sessions.

* international business manager

* foreign affair specialist

* event coordinator

*public relation specialist

* human resources manager

🌆 Industria in 8th house of JPC : 8th house is associated with themes such as mysteries, psychology, healing, emotional connection. So possible careers of your fs -

* psychologist/ psychotherapist - your fs may excel in trauma therapy, helping others to navigate profound emotional experiences , uncover hidden truth.

* forensic investigator/ crime analyst- they may be focused on uncovering hidden truths and solving mysteries.

*massage therapist - specialize in modalities such as deep tissue massage, craniosacral therapy or helping clients release emotional/ physical tension through healing.

* reasearch scientist - may excel in fields such as psychology, quantum physics, or consciousness studies.

* occultist - astrologer, tarot reader, or spiritual councillors.

* healer/ energy worker

* heal others through their respective fields. Can be. Singer too .

🌆 Industria in 9th house of JPC: 9th house is associated with themes such as higher learning, expansion of horizons , seeking truth, broadening one's perspective through travel/ exploration. Possible careers of your fs -

* international relations specialist - involve promoting international cooperation, resolving conflicts, forming mutual understanding between nations and cultures.

* spiritual teacher/ guru- your fs may pursue careers as spiritual teachers, gurus, mentors, guiding others on their spiritual journey.

* tour guide

* philosopher

* religious leader - may pursue careers as priests, ministers, guiding and supporting communities in matters of faith and spiritual growth.

* global NGO worker

* foreign language teacher

🌆 Industria in 10th house of JPC: 10th house is associated with themes such as career aspirations, social status, reputation, and professional achievements. This asteroid influences the individual's approach to career, public image, authority, ambition. So possible careers of your fs -

* media personality/ influencer - television hosts , journalist, bloggers, social media influencer , reaching a wide audience.

* creative director/ artist - artist, designer, performers.

* CEO

* startup founder, business owner, or self employed professionals.

* legal professional/ lawyer

* educational administrator

🌆 Industria in 11th house of JPC: when your industria asteroid in this house your fs may excel in the career of social network, group affiliation, humanitarian causes, collaboration etc. So possible careers of your fs -

* social entrepreneur - creates innovative solutions to adress social challenges.

* Tech entrepreneur, start-up founder.

* content creator - social media influencers, bloggers, using their platforms to inspire/ educate peoples.

* environment activist

* advocate

* community organizer

* designing educational platforms , or promoting digital literacy.

🌆 Industria in 12th house of JPC: 12th house is often associated with hidden strengths, spirituality, and working behind the scenes. So possible careers of your fs -

* they might work in reserch and development, data analysis or logistical planning behind the scenes.

* astro- spiritual researcher

* music industry

* astrologer

*song writer.

* mystical or spiritual advisor.

* environmental conservationist.

⚡ Note : these are only some possibilities of careers of your fs. And guys check the degrees to , it's like cheery on top 💌

🌜Don't forget to check my other observations too 👀

That's it guys , see you soon 💝

- piko 💖

[elliespectacular]

The Deep Webb

A YTP of NASA's 2022 live presentation showcasing the first images taken from the James Webb Space Telescope.

This monumental feat of human discovery was presented to the world in the form of a scuffed livestream where technical errors abound and production repeatedly failed to think on their feet to remedy issues as they came up. Peppered with some charmingly awkward/out-of-touch performances by the various presenters, most of which are astronomers and engineers whom I have the deepest respect for despite it all.

I watched this event as it was broadcast and immediately knew it would make for an excellent YTP source. I was so very correct, and my biggest regret was sitting on it for two years rather than working with it immediately.

Full video with captions here!

[em1989ts]

𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵 ☀︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐩𝐭. 𝐨𝐧𝐞

robert "bob" reynolds x reader

word count: 3.2k - masterlist - read the series on wattpad - playlist

summary: you had been an avenger ever since their civil war. feeling lost after defeating thanos, losing all your closest friends, val gives you a job, leading to you becoming one of the new avengers. moving into the compound is a time of rebirth, new beginnings, and connection, especially with your new teammate who lives one room over.

author's note: i've wanted to write a classic avengers tower fic since like 2017, so this is me indulging in nostalgia. pretty much every single old marvel fic i've read has a reader with "wanda's powers but purple" so the witch in this story has powers that are golden and magical ooo but i'm writing her to be a more literal represention of witch, mostly based on my personal practice. i've also been working on like four different works this past week so hopefully i can get those done soon too, but for now, enjoy!

The darkness was fading. 

The buildings of New York had regained their color, yet Bob had lost his memory. 

The moment the current saviors of the city walked through the ripped tarp blocking the street, ready to give Val the beating of her life, was exactly the moment she had meticulously set up for as soon as she witnessed the gang of disposable delinquents unexpectedly gain a standing ovation after saving several citizens. 

They were supposed to be depicted as villains, fearsome criminals that her Golden Guardian of Good was supposed to protect the city from. 

But that plan failed, and her god had turned on her, so she had to improvise. 

“Are we live? Excellent.” 

You lifted the tarp with your arm as you walked through its rips, unprepared to face the bright intruding flashes from the many photographers that stood at attention before you all, capturing every movement as you stood next to Yelena and Bob. 

He looked excited, surprisingly cheerful for a man whose inner darkness almost destroyed the city and imprisoned everyone in the city in their own shameful traumatic memories. 

Besides Bob, every other Thunderbolt had the same skeptical facial expression, waiting for whatever perception of them Val was going to broadcast to the public. 

“For years, I’ve been working in secret to develop a new era of protection,” she spoke confidently to the press, “Today, the citizens of the United States needed that protection, and thanks to my hard work, they got it.” 

Your brows furrowed, she was unbelievable. 

Her grand plan was a complete failure, as you and her other agents came together to form an unanticipated team instead of efficiently killing each other like had originally planned. 

Now she was going to take credit for the fact that you all stopped the Void, the consequence of her original heroic concept. 

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began. 

“Meet the New Avengers.” 

*  

Moving into the New Avengers watchtower wasn’t a hard task, it wasn’t like you owned much to begin with. 

Val had provided you with a small apartment in the city when she recruited you fresh from Westview. It was nothing special – one bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a window. 

It wasn’t like you were home much anyways, always being sent around the globe completing tasks, destroying evidence, and eliminating targets. 

It was definitely a downgrade. Before, you were living the dream. 

One night when you were 17, you turned on the news to see that the Avengers were fighting robots in Sokovia, and noticed they weren’t fighting this battle on their own. 

There was a girl, and she was using magic. 

You remember almost choking on your dinner as you scrambled for your laptop, doing as much research as you could on this new superhero. 

Was she a mutant? 

Was she a witch? 

Was she like you? 

You started writing emails to this girl, Wanda Maximoff, as well as Steve Rogers, and Tony Stark. If they were taking new recruits, you wanted in.

You sent in footage of your powers in action, of course you weren’t actively engaging in battle, but you recorded videos from your bedroom, using your telekinesis to throw around books and crush empty soda cans. 

After months with no response, no visit from Tony Stark himself, with offers of a new suit, fame, and fortune, you slowly gave up on your fantasy. College applications were due soon anyway. 

A few more months passed, and you noticed the Avengers appearing taking up the news once again, this time surrounding the Sokovia Accords, the death of the King of Wakanda, and the Winter Soldier. 

The Avengers were falling apart, and a part of you was glad you never got involved in that mess.

That was until a certain pair of visitors arrived at your door, as you looked through the peephole to find Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff waiting in your apartment hallway. 

Once you let them inside, they quickly stated their business, informing you that if you were going to come with them, it had to be now. 

They didn’t explain too much, all you knew was that they needed help getting Captain America’s friend to safety, and in your moment of pure excitement, you agreed. 

That moment changed your life forever. Was it for the better? For worse?

Who knows. 

After leaving a note for your parents, you were on your way to Germany, with nothing but a spare stealth suit they had brought for you. 

For your first fight, you think you did alright, especially against Avengers. It was a good opportunity to test your abilities in action, they allowed you to toss around Black Panther and Black Widow like ragdolls. Although you were caught, and briefly imprisoned in an ocean prison only to be broken free by Captain America himself, you enjoyed your life as a superhero. 

The blip was hard, especially after fighting so hard in Wakanda, just to see your friends disappear before you. You stayed with Nat and Steve at the compound, miserable yet alive, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The surviving heroes stuck together, keeping each other updated on what was going around around the globe, and in Captain Marvel’s case, the galaxy. It was awfully lonely, knowing your parents were probably nonexistent, but their absence made no difference to you. They hadn’t reached out ever since the media had called you one of Captain America’s “war criminals.” 

Hope was found once Scott Lang appeared at the doors of the compound, carrying his newfound knowledge of time travel and an imminent hunger to right what had been wrong and avenge all that had been lost. The plan to retrieve the stones from the past had been successful, but not without great loss. 

Losing Nat was one of the greatest hardships of your life. She was like a sister, the best role model you could’ve ever asked for, and you were infinitely grateful to have had her in your life. 

The battle with Thanos seemed impossible, even with the return of the world’s mightiest heroes, yet with the sacrifice from Tony Stark, Thanos and his army had been defeated.  

The initial joy from the victory of the battle and the return of all that had been lost was short lived once you’d realized you had no one. You were alone. 

Mostly everyone parted their separate ways. Natasha and Tony were dead. Steve had grown old. Everyone seemed to just go their own ways, leaving you to do the same. The home you had lived in for years had been blown to pieces by Thanos’ ships, so you had to find somewhere to stay until you got things sorted out. 

Your first idea was to find your parents, yet it didn’t go well. Once you’d shown up on their doorstep, they reluctantly let you in, sitting down with you in the kitchen.

Surprisingly, they were proud of how you’d saved the universe, but they couldn’t hide their shame of your witchcraft and powers that you had hidden from them all those years. It wasn’t until a little boy with features similar to yours walked in from the living room, that you got up and walked out. 

Clearly, they had moved on, restarted their family, leaving you behind. 

Your next idea was to find someone who you thought might be feeling just as lonely as you, if not worse. 

Wanda Maximoff. 

The girl who had given you hope from the very beginning. 

You had found her in a state of despair. She was a wreck, emotionally unstable. Her plans to live the American dream with Vision were ripped from them horrendously, leaving her heartbroken and alone. 

You accompanied her to the plot of land they had planned to build their dream home, in the suburbs of a perfect little town named Westview. It was obvious she was on the verge of a breakdown, tired of holding herself together, but you hadn’t expected the cinematic creation that would result from her powerful explosion. 

Westview became a television set, with Wanda and her newly revived husband Vision as the stars, and you, as a somewhat sentient neighbor. 

Her other neighbor, “Agnes”, seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and from the very start you knew she was trouble. Your powers could sense her energy, the dark magic within her, and she knew all about you. Your rivalry on the television show made for good comedic relief, but in reality, it was you defending Wanda from Agatha Harkness and her greedy intentions. 

Wanda’s world began to fall apart all around her, with increasingly strange behavior coming from the actors and confusing cameos, that eventually Agatha made her intentions known. 

You had tried to take on Agatha, in a behind the scenes fight, but you had never fought another witch before, especially one as skilled in the craft as her. She ended up draining your power from you almost entirely, leaving a dark, emptiness within you. 

This was the first time you remember feeling a physical difference in you. Your ability was full of light, energy, happiness – besides your emotions, the state of your being was always fulfilled and radiant, only emphasizing your positive emotions. 

However the darkness was new, you could feel it immediately. It manifested everything wrong with your life, every negative feeling that swam through your nervous system. Once Agatha was defeated by Wanda, some of that darkness slipped away as Westview returned to its normal state, yet you were never truly the same. 

After her family faded away, Wanda left the scene, running from her crimes. Watching from the curb, surrounded by emergency services and S.W.O.R.D., your eyes glared as they followed Wanda. 

Her grief was understandable, you never blamed her for Westview, but leaving you behind like that, really pissed you off. 

As you sat there, roughed up in your 2000s episode loungewear, a stylish woman with purple hair and tinted glasses strolled up beside you. With your chin in your palm, leaning on your knees, you stared at her high-heeled boots, waiting for her to say something. 

“I’m not sitting on the ground, so if you’d like to stand up so I can talk with you that’d be great.” 

You could tell from her tone she was pushy, yet serious so reluctantly, you pushed yourself up off the ground, brushing off your sweatpants and leaning against the military vehicle, awaiting whatever it was she had to say. 

“First off, let me just say, your work as an Avenger is remarkable,” she flattered, “Yet there’s no “team” anymore, so I’m going to give you the opportunity to work for me.” 

Your brows furrowed, looking at her as if she had just said the Earth was flat. 

“Who the hell are you, exactly?” 

“Right, I’m Valentina Allegra De Fontaine,” she said as she handed you her card, which you inspected immediately, only to find it blank on both sides. 

Before you could ask her what the hell she wanted to hire you, you looked up to find her walking away towards a long black limo. 

She didn’t even have to turn around, not even a glance over her shoulder, because you followed her immediately. What else would you have done? Where else would you have gone? 

From what you remember, the car ride was quiet, but it was the peace you needed after the fear and uncertainty that encompassed you ever since Thanos. 

Val had you completing several shadow ops assignments, gaining information for her, destroying incriminating evidence, anything to keep her in power. Pay was good, and you got to travel the world, but it wasn’t the same as before. The missions you went on were solo, unlike tagging along with Captain America. You hadn’t felt that lonely in forever. 

Before, your powers felt like a gift. They were magical and bright, The golden glow represented your youthful pride and happiness in accomplishing your beloved dream. That golden light never shined when working for Val, you felt like it was hidden deep within you, with no need to escape. Instead, you worked with the darkness. 

Using the shadowy haze that surrounded your soul, you sucked the lives out of anyone that came between you, and your mission. 

It was definitely efficient, and that’s what Val liked about you. You were clean, quick, and successful. When you found out her plan was to get you and her other agents to kill each other, then burn your bodies along with the evidence of the sentry project, maybe a little part of you was hurt. That small, stupid part of you that actually thought she cared, even the tiniest bit, about you. 

Now that you and the rest of the Thunderbolts received just the positive attention for saving the citizens of New York, she acted like it was all water under the bridge, and gave you all a new team name and a new home. 

Sitting on your new bed, in your new room, looking out your window as the sun set over the New York skyline, you flipped through your journals. One by one, you reminisced on your life ever since you were 17, that teenage girl with a dream.

Skimming the words on every page, noticing the colored inks, the perfect font, the scribbling notes, every page displayed a different time in your life. 

In between one of the pages, a small sticky note fell into your lap, containing a small sketch by Steve. It brought you back to the time when you joined Steve and the others in Scotland, just before saving Wanda and Vision from the children of Thanos. Making a mental note, you decided you’d give it to Bucky, knowing he might appreciate a remnant of his friend. 

As you took out the next journal from the box on your bed, a knock in your door rang through the room. 

Placing the book next to a glowing candle on your new nightstand, you made your way over to your door, somewhat expecting Bucky to be standing at your door. Out of all the Thunderbolts*, you’re closest to him.

Once you pulled open the door, you weren’t expecting to find Robert standing there, one arm wrapped around a small cardboard box, most likely containing all his belongings. 

“Hi?” 

“Hey, I um-” he brought his hand up to awkwardly rub his face as he began to speak, “The room next to you is open and I, well I just wanted to ask if you wouldn’t mind having a neighbor?” 

Before you spoke, you watched his eyes look back into your room, noticing how it had already adopted your personal aesthetic in the mere half hour you’d had to unpack. It smelled like sandalwood and lavender, and he could see smoke swirling through the room, illuminated by the glow of the setting sun. 

“Oh,” you thought for a moment. You hadn’t been the closest to Bob, but you didn’t want him to be nervous around you. Yelena had already chosen the room on the other side of you, so it was obvious you didn’t mind having neighbors. He was worried that you wouldn’t want him as your neighbor. 

“I don’t mind, Bob,” you assured, bringing his focus back on you, “Really, it’s okay.” 

He held eye contact with you for a moment, allowing you to notice just how deep blue his eyes are. It seemed like he was scanning your face to test your sincerity, his small smile letting you know you passed. 

 “Okay, great,” he grinned, looking down at his feet before he lightheartedly joked, “I promise I won’t snore.” 

You smiled a bit as he walked away and entered his new room with a small wave, which you returned before turning back into your own quarters. 

You continued to unpack your boxes until late in the night, taking the time to go through all your belongings and intentionally place them in their new designated spots. Once you got to the last box, you dug through its contents and put each away.

The last item that sat in the bottom of the box was your tarot deck, and something told you that now would be a good time to read a card or two. Folding up the cardboard box, you tossed it in a pile with the others before sitting down on the comforter of your new bed.

The flame of the candle burned high, the only thing lighting your room as you gave your deck three knocks, before taking out the cards and shuffling until you were satisfied. 

The first card you pulled was Death, which you figured. This was a time for change in your life – a new home with new teammates, a public facing job after years of being in the shadows. In the last couple days your life had been thrown for a loop, and it had begun its rebirth. 

Pulling one last card, you wanted to know what the future had in store for you, to narrow down the possibilities of this new life. Fingers skimmed the edges of the cards, back and forth along the deck until they chose the one, and slowly brought it out. You laid it out on your comforter and flipped it over to reveal – two of cups. 

Unlike Death, you weren’t expecting this card. You thought maybe you would pull something that would bring wealth or power to mind, but the two of cups? 

Looking down at the card, and the two people facing each other, what immediately came to mind was romance and attraction. 

Love wasn’t something you ever had in mind. If you were ever asked, you just responded saying you never had time, you were too busy with work to put in the time and effort needed in a relationship.

But the truth was that you were scared – believing if people were attracted to you, it was because of your power, the light was what drew them in. No one could truly love your darkness, no one would understand it, and they would leave. 

So, you never let anyone in. Because if you let someone know you, and find a place in your heart, they’d be the first, and you knew their memory would never leave you. 

Placing the cards back in the deck, shuffling it absentmindedly, you repackaged them and placed them next to your candle before blowing it out. 

The city lights dimly lit your room, but not enough to outweigh the darkness. You buried yourself under the covers, staring up at the ceiling, the cards still occupying your mind.

You never found it difficult to sleep when you were in hotels, staying in a different country practically every other night, but now that you were residing in a permanent location, your mind had to force itself unconscious. 

After what seemed like hours, you finally turned to your side and were able to shut your eyes, slowly but surely falling asleep. However, what you didn’t notice were the two white irises across the room, watching you through the darkness.

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