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Best noise cancelling headphones under $100

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Number 5. JLab Audio Studio ANC.

These inexpensive noise-canceling headphones, the JLab Studio ANC, offer solid all-around performance for a low price and decent sound quality for a budget model, noise canceling, and battery life of 28 hours with ANC on. Although they may not be great for calling, they work well as a headset.

The Studio ANC headphones are reasonably comfortable for an on-ear model, but those with larger heads may find it a little tight.

34+ Hours of Bluetooth Playtime: A long 34+ hours of playtime will keep you going all day. When using ANC to reduce the noise around you, you’ll get 28+ hours of Bluetooth playtime. Connect from a distance of 30 feet with no strings attached An external AUX cord for endless playtime when you’re running low on charge or out and about without a charger.

Active Noise Cancellation: Stop distractions by turning on ANC and eliminating unwanted sounds like plane engines, chattering passengers or everyday traffic. Two microphones collect outside sounds and neutralize them while the third targets your voice for calls.

Studio Comfort: With cloud foam earcups and a faux leather headband, you’ll feel limitless comfort all day long. The hinges are adjustable to fit your head for any trip, workout or commute.

MUSIC TO-GO: Made for those who can’t get enough music, the smooth-sliding metal adjustments and featherlight build are ready to hit the road. Plush circular ear cups rotate 80 degrees and fold into the palm of your hand so you can take them wherever life takes you.

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Number 4. WYZE NOISE-CANCELING HEADPHONES.

Wyze is known for its price protection cams but it’s now doing an excellent job with quality headphones. Its over-ear noise canceling headphones offer a comfortable fit with deep memory foam ear pads and solid all-around performance. Their noise canceling is pretty good, although you do get some added passive noise isolation from the tight seal of the ear pads so your ears will get pretty steamy in warm weather. They’re Alexa-enabled, so all you have to do is press a button to access Amazon’s voice assistant, or you can use your phone’s native voice assistant if you prefer. There’s also a transparency mode that lets ambient sound in.

As for sound quality, they’re on the warmer side — they have plenty of bass and a nice open soundstage, though they lack the extra clarity and definition you get from higher-end models. In other words, the sound is pretty good for the money but not ridiculously good.

Battery life is rated at up to 20 hours at medium volume levels The headset’s performance was also decent. A cloth carrying pouch is included with a USB-C charging cable and a cord for use as wired headphones.

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Number 3. ANKER SOUNDCORE LIFE Q20.

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Anker’s Soundcore Life Q20 is arguably the best value among noise-canceling headphones. They are also comfortable to wear thanks to their padded ear pads. Expect that price to drop a bit more now that Anker has released the SoundCore Life Q20 Plus, which adds app support and USB-C charging instead of micro-USB.

No, the Life Q20 doesn’t sound as good as premium Bluetooth headphones like the Sony WH-1000XM5, but the audio quality sounds pretty good, which you can say for noise-canceling headphones at this price. It’s fairly well balanced with a reasonable amount of clarity and thick bass that isn’t bloated or muddy. There’s a Bass Boost or BassUp mode if you want an extra boost of bass with your music. Also, the noise cancellation is acceptably effective at reducing noise and blocking ambient sound, and it’s decent enough as a headset for calling. Battery life is good at 40 hours. A handy carrying pouch is included.

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Number 2. EDIFIER W820NB.

Edifier makes some good-sounding PC speakers and true-wireless earbuds, and it’s done an excellent job with its W820NB noise-canceling headphones. The first thing you’ll notice about them when you put them on is that they’re comfortable — the earpads are nicely cushioned and the headphones fit snugly on your head. They also sound good for their price, providing ample clarity and decent bass performance.

There’s also an ambient mode that lets in outside noise and a low-latency gaming mode. They are decent enough for voice calling and battery life is quite impressive with up to 49 hours of battery life on a single charge at medium volume levels and noise-cancelling off.

Some things are missing. There’s no carrying case or headphone jack — they’re Bluetooth only. But the 820NB headphones are a good value.

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Number 1. ANKER SOUNDCORE LIFE.

It doesn’t have quite the clarity or bass definition as some of the top premium models, but it’s less than a third of the price and gets you about 75% of the way there in terms of sound. It’s overall balanced, with punchy bass, and there’s an app that lets you tweak the sound. Noise canceling is good for the price, though not up to the level of the Sony WH-1000XM4 or the Bose Noise Canceling Headphones 700. Battery life is rated at an impressive 40 hours with USB-C charging.

The only area where the Q30 falls a little short is for voice calls. It picks up your voice fine in quiet environments, but it doesn’t reduce background noise.

Compared to the Q20 see below, the Q30 offers better sound, not a huge difference, but it’s definitely a notch up and a more premium design. There’s also the new Life Q35 $130, which adds support for high-resolution audio streaming with music services that support Sony’s LDAC audio codec.

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Whether you’re commuting, working from home, or just looking for a little peace and quiet, these headphones have got you covered. And at this price point, you can afford to upgrade your audio experience without breaking the bank.

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↠ Across the Board ↞ You’d hit a low point in life. With bills piling up and your bank account empty, you were starting to get desperate. So when you got the invite to your oldest friend’s birthday party being hosted at the most popular underground casino in town, what did you possibly have to lose? You took what little you had left in your savings, put your card skills to use, and entered a private blackjack game.

And you’d won. And went back for more, and more, and more.

Until you lost.

And now you’re indebted to the city’s most dangerous mob boss, forced to pay your dues in blood one way or another. With a gun pushed into your hands and your life at stake; once you’re in, you’re in. You’ll never get out.

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Warnings/Genre: Set in the Roaring 20s! Gambling. Mature themes. Mafia!au. Mafia Don!Taehyung. Violence. Law breaking. Alcohol use. Death of minor characters. Explicit language. Enemies to lovers. Short series. 18+

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Danger.

It was a word right up there alongside the definition for the term “stupidity.” While not next to each other in the dictionary, they were close enough that your brain was unable to pick out the subtle differences. Perhaps you’d just always had a habit for screwing your life up, or maybe it was just genetics. Who knew?

You should have listened to the warnings, should have stopped yourself before you got in too deep. Hell, you should have done a lot of things. But you had no one to blame for your current situation except for yourself. However, if you’d learned anything throughout your twenty-two short years of life, it was that life lessons didn’t mean jack if you didn’t get yourself into messes into the first place.

Though staring down the barrel of a revolver sure was a funny way of going about it.

The air in the dimly lit back corner room was tense enough to hear the sound of a casino chip fall to the ground somewhere beyond the shut door. None of the six men sitting around the round, green felted table spoke a word. Their attention — and yours, consequently — was fixed on the single man in the room who barely even batted an eye at the clear panic evident on your face.

He sat on the opposite side of you; the scowl pulling down his bow shaped lips and the narrowing of his fierce gaze had fear chilling your veins. That man was much like an exotic animal; beautiful beyond belief, but dangerous right beneath the surface. A carnivore staring down his prey. The single light above the table threw his shadow against the wall as he casually aimed his pistol right between your eyes.

“You were saying, dollface?”

His neatly parted, straight black hair fell across his face when he leaned forward as if the next words out of your mouth would seal your fate. Not that the thought of having to have your blood cleaned from the expensive carpet beneath his expensive shoes seemed to bother him in the slightest. In fact, he’d look almost bored if it weren’t for the dangerous gleam behind his espresso irises.

“I—” You cut yourself off, swallowing roughly and glancing back down at the table. A depleted deck of cards sat in the center, two hands laid out on the surface. One was yours — a ten of diamonds and a ten of clubs — and the other his. A red ace of spades and a black jack of hearts.

You were out of money.

Having bet more than you possessed, you were also out of chances.

“It’s simple. You owe me money as promised,” his deep, baritone voice spoke up casually over the noise of your heart beating through your chest. “Either hand it over, or you won’t be leaving this room alive. Your choice.”

You closed your eyes for a moment too long to be called a blink, and cursed yourself for ever getting into this situation.

One Month Ago

Final Notice of Payment

Ms. L/n,

This is a reminder that you have a balance of $20.54 that is past due. Please make a one time payment no later than—

“Oh, please.” The bill enclosed envelope hit the top of the small, circular dining room table. Or was it the kitchen table? It was hard to tell, seeing as how they were one and the same.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back against the creaky wooden chair, fingers massaging your temples. That was the third bill you’d come across that morning and every single one of them was the final notice of payment. The last warning they’d give before sending someone to collect what was owed.

It hadn’t always been like that. You hadn’t always been in such an insurmountable amount of debt, not until recently. Two months ago your mother, the last bit of family you had left, died. Passed away clinging to the sheets of the hospital bed she’d been laid up in for the past half a year. Cancer, the doctors had said. From all of the cigarettes she’d burned through in the past decade or so.

Irrecoverable, they’d said.

No amount of “sorry’s” or meaningless condolences could fix the massive amount of money that the hospital billed you. Or the debt that your mother left behind, along with her slim-boned corpse that you’d had to bury in the corner of the city cemetery. Perhaps if you’d known who your father was, you could’ve laid her to rest in the space next to his own, but you didn’t. Weren’t fortunate enough to.

Bills had piled up. Rent for the tiny studio apartment the two of you had shared was demanded by the pigeon-toed old woman who owned the rundown, overpriced building. Her husband had passed away two years ago and ever since then, she’d been relentless. She pounded on your door at approximately eight in the morning everyday, shouting through the thin wood that you had until the week was up to pay what was owed. Otherwise you’d be tossed out onto the street with only the clothes on your back.

Combined with the utility bill and the fact that you still had to come up with the dough to feed yourself, you were trapped. The meagre pennies you got from your waitressing job at the diner three blocks away weren’t nearly enough. Nothing would be enough. Not unless you wanted to sell your body on the street corners in the late of night.

Which you didn’t. And you wouldn’t. You’d be more likely to end up dead in a ditch somewhere with your throat cut than out of debt. The city wasn’t safe for women, less so by those men who saw prostitutes as no more than an object to relieve stress onto. And you refused to become another headline in the paper.

Tossing the opened envelope across the table, you paused when familiar handwriting caught your eye on top of the rest of the mail pile. Addressed to you in a curling script that only ever came from someone who could afford a private tutor. You sighed, carefully sliding a knife along the top to slice it open. A waft of sweet, cherry scented perfume filled your tiny kitchen and you almost rolled your eyes at the unnecessary addition.

Jennie, your oldest friend since high school, always had an inclination for the unnecessary. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth and a gold digger for a mother, she’d had nothing else to waste her time on. How you’d even gotten on as friends with such a gap between tax brackets was still a mystery to you. Maybe it was because she’d always used her wealth and status to get the two of you out of trouble. Whether it was from breaking into the school late at night to get wasted in the halls with the rest of her friends, or to get away with slipping things from the corner store into your dress pockets.

She’d always been a rule breaker.

Which was exactly why when you read the contents of the letter, a laugh tumbled from your mouth. It was an invitation to celebrate her upcoming twenty-third birthday in three day’s time. That wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary, however, if it weren’t for the location. There wasn’t an exact address, there never was. Just a thin piece of cardboard the size of your hand that fell from the envelope. A playing card — a red ace. One that looked normal except for the center that had the name of a restaurant in the heart of the most rich part of downtown printed on it.

It was a ticket to the most popular underground casino in the whole city. No one knew how to get one, how to get your name onto the list that only catered to the rich and powerful. Located beneath a restaurant, it had grown to be infamous almost overnight since gambling and alcohol was outlawed. Even the coppers knew well enough to leave the establishment alone.

The only way to gain entrance was by flashing a ticket to one of the restaurant staff. That was what you’d heard, at least. You had no idea how May had managed to secure one, let alone enough to cover what you knew would be a large party of her closest friends.

Flicking the corner of the card, you couldn’t believe your luck.

Your mother hadn’t taught you very many things, had been too busy gossiping with her friends over a carton of cigarettes to bother. What she had passed down, however, was her ability to draw cards. To play blackjack with the best of them. That’d been the only thing she’d ever bothered to teach you; when she’d had too many sips of wine and her eyes had glazed over with memories of the life she used to live.

She’d sit you down and make you memorize the names and faces of the cards until you could count them forward and backwards. Could predict what card would be drawn and when. Where she’d learned it, she’d never told you. But that didn’t matter now. Couldn’t, seeing as she was dead and all.

Grinning, you flopped back into your chair.

Maybe you’d be able to pay off your debts after all.

And you had. Paid off your debt, that is.

After clearing out your savings account of the last fifteen dollars you had left to your name, you’d dolled yourself up and gone with Jennie and her friends. Had left the group of flappers tittering and groaning drunk at the line of slot machines at the back of the casino. Calls of bets being placed, dough exchanging for chips, and illegal cocktails pouring into glasses played as a soundtrack.

None of the card tables scattered across the underground establishment held what you’d been looking for. Neither roulette, nor craps, nor slots. The bartender had been the one to tell you where the real games were, where the cash was. A door down a tiny back hallway led to a room where private games were held. If you managed to win at one, he’d told you, then you’d win not only the pot, but an invitation to come back and play again.

Which had been an opportunity that you just couldn’t pass up. No matter the risk.

You’d won.

And now you were addicted.

To the money, the lifestyle, the adrenaline that shot through your veins like a particularly harsh sip of gin. Which was exactly why you’d gone back. Again, and again, and again, every single week for the past month. It wasn’t your fault that it was so easy. So simple to swindle your way into getting your name permanently written down on the entry list.

Oh, and the men.

It was a different group every week, but they weren’t all that dissimilar from one another. They’d sit there and smoke their cigars and drink their whiskey, all while silently mocking you with their eyes. Like they thought they were better than you just because they had a dick between their legs.

You were addicted to that too.

To watching the way their faces would fall in disbelief every single time you cleared the pot and took their money. And how their voices would raise in pitch with their countless complaints about how some lowly broad conned them out of their pocket change. Because that’s all that money was to people like them.

Change.

They were rich. You could tell by the custom suits they wore, the cologne they bathed in, the way they carried themselves. The money they gambled with always had a cap, a max amount that they were willing to bet. And the games never got too crazy, didn’t escalate once they lost to you. Which was a shame really, because you wanted more. Craved more. More of what, you weren’t too sure, but the high that playing brought only lasted so long until you came crashing back down.

Which was exactly when fate decided to change the routine.

“Here to play again, miss?” Felix, the same teenage boy who always manned the door to the gambling room, asked with a slight tilt of his head. His light brunette hair was tucked beneath a bowler hat, different from the usual fedora. Back to the door, he was standing up straight instead of his normal slouch. And the way his mouth was taught around the edges was out of the ordinary as well.

The boy didn’t have a cigarette clenched between his teeth, which should have been enough to set off the bells in your head. But it didn’t. Because you were too bullheaded, had gotten too cocky in the terms of things.

“You know me too well, Felix.” You reached out a hand to pat the lanky boy on his suit clad arm lightly, a smile pulling up at your red painted lips. “Is the usual table ready?”

The volume in the casino wasn’t as loud either, nor were there quite as many patrons. But you’d just chalked that up to the heavy rain pounding a path into the concrete outside. Though the lack of customers did nothing to eliminate the permanent smell of cigarette smoke that lingered, hidden in the walls beneath the fancy looking wallpaper.

“I don’t know if you want to play today, miss.” Felix glanced away from you with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You blamed the flickering light in the corner of the hall for the way his freckles stood out amongst his slowly paling cheeks.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

He didn’t answer. Not at first. Silence lingered in the hall, drowning in the soft jazz music coming from the band on the stage near the back of the joint. It took the raising of your other brow for the underaged boy to finally answer.

“It’s just not a good day for gambling.”

Now that had you leaning forward until you could finally catch his flighty gaze, voice hushed in a playful whisper. “Oh really, how so? Is there a stool-pigeon running about somewhere? Should we be expecting the coppers to come kicking down the door any minute?”

“No. I—”

“Then why can’t I play, Felix?” You were starting to get irritated. The week had been long and you were ready to forget about it all for the next few hours. Buried beneath the weight of a handful of cards and glass full of gin.

Either Felix could see your growing impatience, or there really was something he was hiding, because he stepped even further in front of the door. “You don’t want to play with this group, miss. They aren’t as welcoming as the others are. It’d be best if you just went home.”

“You ca—”

“And what’s going on back here?” That wasn’t Felix’s voice and neither was it yours. You whipped around, surprised at the new addition.

The man behind you had honey brown hair parted and styled carefully until it was brushed back away from his heart-shaped face. Though some of it still hung in front of a single, dark eye. His other was uncovered, a scar running through his eyebrow and cutting it in half. Everything about him was angular, sharp. From his jawline to the slope of his nose and the corners of his full lips.

One look and you already pegged him for a cake-eater, a ladies man, if you’d ever seen one. Hell, he even dressed like he came right off the front cover of one of those Time magazines that littered the newspaper stands on every street corner. With a navy blue suit and perfect, unscuffed shoes.

“No, sir,” Felix attempted to pull the man’s attention from you unsuccessfully. “The missus here was just leaving.”

The Stranger hummed, tilting his head to study you with those sharp eyes of his. “Were you, bunny? Just leaving?”

You couldn’t help the twitch of your nose at the unfavorable nickname, squaring your shoulders and crossing your arms with a scoff. “No, I wasn’t. I want to play a few rounds, you see, but he won’t let me.”

Perhaps you should have felt bad for ratting out the kid, but you didn’t. Especially not when the Stranger huffed a laugh, a distinct ha-ha-ha! in amusement. Though there was something else in his eyes that you couldn’t name. Didn’t want to acknowledge. “You want to play a hand of blackjack, is that right?”

“Ab-so-lute-ly.” You raised an eyebrow at the man and waved a hand through the air. “I can play.”

“Oh,” He asked, taking a step closer until you had to crane your neck back to meet his imploring gaze. “Playing isn’t cheap.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I can pay too.”

He must have been waiting for that answer if the smirk that pulled at his lips was any indication. And he finally, finally broke eye contact to wave aside the boy behind you. “Well, did the dame make herself clear or not? She wants to play.”

You happened to turn just in time to catch the alarm that flickered across Felix’s face as he stepped to the side to reveal the door behind him. Felix reached out with a ringed hand to twist the brass knob of the door. It swung open without a sound and he gave you a quick, wide-eyed stare filled with a warning you couldn’t interpret, before looking away.

“Well?” The Stranger questioned from over your shoulder. You could smell his cologne now; husky with a hint of sweet orange.

His words were an invitation if you’d ever heard one. And you didn’t want to look like a bluenose, a prude, so you stepped inside without hesitation. Though perhaps you should have taken Felix’s unspoken warning, for you had no idea just what it was that you were walking into.

Inside the cramped room was filled with a haze of cigar smoke, which wasn’t unusual at all. What was, however, was the group of six men sitting at the circular table as you rounded the corner with the Stranger at your back. They were beautiful, all of them. A huge contrast to the usual rabble that came to play. Hell, even underneath the dim light you couldn't spot a single flaw on them.

No one noticed your entrance at first.

Well, at least not until the Stranger cleared his throat. “Gentleman.”

His greeting sounded like it toed somewhere on the line between amusement and respect.

All movement in the room came to a halt as six men looked up from where they’d been bent over the blackjack table. If you’d been a little less prideful and a lot more careful, then perhaps the overbearing confidence that bled from their pores would have given you pause. But as it was, you stood standing, back straight and head held high. Even while their eyes roamed your figure like tigers behind a cage at the zoo right before feeding time.

A pause hovered in the air, lingering with a tension that crawled onto your skin. What seemed like hours passed merely in seconds before it was broken.

“And who’s this?” The question came from the fella who sat in the chair closest to where you stood. He was turned around with his arm propped up on the back of it, head tilted to the side in curiosity. His hair was styled similar to the Stranger’s, though his was darker and the gel pushed through the strands made it gleam silver beneath the dim lamp that hung above the table.

High cheekbones and skin the same color as molten honey, his jaw worked around a piece of gum stuck between his teeth. A smirk pulled up at the corner of his mouth, dark eyes glittering with a touch of interest. With a black and white suit that complimented the shade of his hair, the man was nothing if not a billboard: flashy. Handsome.

“I found bunny here outside arguing with Felix. Something about wanting to play a few rounds of blackjack. Isn’t that right?” The Stranger placed a heavy palm between your shoulder blades. What might have been intended to come off as comforting, only succeeded in making you feel the opposite. Like you were being put on display.

You didn’t let it show on your face. “That’s right.”

“Oh?” Gum Chewer’s smirk grew broader at that, but he said nothing else. Just leaned back in his chair.

“What do you say, should we let her play?” Blond hair, pink kissable lips and dangerous, dangerous eyes. The slim man sitting next to Gum Chewer was attractive in a pretty way that made you envious of his easy-on-the-eyes looks.

While the question may have been asked to the whole room, none of them answered it. Instead they looked towards one of the men sitting in the middle who had yet to speak. If you’d thought the rest of them were a sight for sore eyes, well, they had nothing on him. How your attention hadn’t been drawn to him the moment you walked through the door, you didn’t know.

He wasn’t even looking at you and you already felt tongue-tied. Busying himself with shuffling the cards in his hands against the green felt table, the expensive looking rings adorning his slender fingers caught your eye. He was what your mother would’ve called a timeless beauty. The type of handsome that meant he could walk the streets of the city in nothing but a sack and he’d have women throwing themselves at his feet.

Hair the same shade as a moonless sky made him look intimidating, like he belonged to the shadows themselves. A straight nose, cupid bow lips and long eyelashes that would make any broad jealous; he gave off the type of power that could make even the bravest of men cower at his feet. The longer he took to respond, the more the room grew still. As if your fate was in the hands of a man who’s name you didn’t even know.

Though perhaps it was.

A muffled thud echoed throughout the room as he tapped the deck of cards against the table once, twice, before sliding them over to the fella to his left. Plucking up the glass of scotch in front of him, he finally looked up. And graced you with the prettiest chocolate brown eyes you’d ever seen.

“What’s your name, dollface?”

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Wednesday 18th September 1839

[Anne and Ann engage an Englishman living in St. Petersburg as their local guide and general fixer, and start to make plans not only for what they need to see in and around the city, but also to learn Russian, and get a watch repaired. The guide is immediately, and predictably, discovered to be useless at the job (Miss Lister can sure pick ‘em), but has a colourful history. Anne’s banker thinks the “language too difficult to learn, the winter palace too difficult to be seen and the mines too far off to be gone to!” – ooh, is that a challenge, do you think? Anne gets to grips with the two kinds of Russian money, then visits Pushkin’s bookseller, and finally is fascinated by a “very fine” church (cathedral in fact), standing “as if riveted to the spot”.]

[up at] 6 1/2

[to bed at] 11 50/”

rain all night and rainy morning – breakfast had our valet Whitaker to speak to – engaged him – breakfast at 9 everything very nice – had Mrs. Wilson – then inked over the last 18 lines of yesterday and calculating differences of silver and paper money etc. till now 11 20/” – should ask our banker for ticket to see (difficult) he ought to help us says Mrs. Wilson the Winter Palace – and must have ticket for

the mining corps, or college, }

the mint }

museum }

academy of arts }

watch maker Nelson

Bookseller Dixon

Fahrenheit 61º and fair but damp now at 11 1/2 a.m. –

out at 11 3/4 – i.e. 12 by Mrs. Wilson’s clock – to the bank i.e. to Messrs. Thomson Bonar and Company the head of the firm being now according to our valet’s pronunciation Mr. Hodgson – very civil – he had received Mr. Hammersley’s letter making particular mention of me – said his wife had not recovered from her confinement or would call �� seemed to think the language too difficult to learn, the winter palace too difficult to be seen and the mines too far off to be gone to! – However recommended Mr. Nouvel a Frenchman as Russian master – would see if anything could be done about the winter palace (under repair and therefore ordered not to be shewn) and would give us a letter that would be of use to us in Moscow – and will get us a ticket for seeing the École des mines – changed on circular number 8588 £25 = 531.40 paper money but given to me as = 531.65 at 39 1/2d per silver Ruble and 350 a. B N per silver Ruble why this double exchange into Silver Rubles and back in paper ditto, I know not the a. B N must stand for assignations Bank Notes – and at 39 1/2d per silver Ruble £1 = 6 6/79 silver Rubles and 21 266/1000 paper Rubles

An 1838 10-ruble note, like the ones Anne and Ann would have been paying with for the rest of their trip (image source):

from the bank to Dixon English bookseller – nothing about Moscow – he never sees an English newspaper from year end to year end – not allowed here – yes! certainly the Morning post and I do not wish to see any other – bought 2 little maps of St. Petersburg and Moscow published in London by the society for useful knowledge

The map of St. Petersburg Anne bought, and no doubt used extensively during the three weeks she and Ann spent in the city (image source – zoomable):

knows nothing of the mines, or road to Moscow – showed me an English Russian grammar by Mr. Head, master of the Lancastrian school here – the road map of Russia by the Etat major the best but old – a new one coming out this Christmas or with the new year – therefore did not buy the Weimar map in 4 sheets price 12 Rubels paper always count in paper except chez mon banquier –

Luke Dixon’s bookshop was popular with the denizens of St. Petersburg, and the poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, the giant of Russian literature, had been among his customers; Dixon allowed him to buy foreign books on credit, and the poet ran up a debt to the bookseller which was paid off after his death in a duel in 1837. The building shown below (image source) is where Dixon’s shop was, at Bol’shaya morskaya ulitsa 24, but it looked different when Anne and Ann were there; in 1900 it was completely remodelled by the then owner, the famous jeweller Carl Fabergé:

Nelson the watch maker not at home – then to the Nevskoi Prospekt drive slowly – soon alighted and walked to beyond the [crossed out, F…ka visible] F . . . * canal then drove forwards to the Alexander Nevski church – Whitaker knows nothing of being laquais de Place – came over here as an English groom – set up as a livery stable keeper and letter of carriages – did well – drank – thrown into prison for debt for six months – out some little time ago – has given up drinking – an altered man says Mrs. Wilson who recommended him and no other! – the church under repair – saw 2 or 3 little churches under repair, an unintelligible mass – then the pretty little eglise separée – then walked and drove down the Nevskoi prospekt to the Cazan Church and there about 1/2 hour –

Kazan Cathedral on Nevsky Prospekt by Karl Beggrow (1799-1875) (image source)

service – very fine dimly lighted church – stood as if riveted to the spot in front of priest and chancel – then left my watch for a week chez Nelson – drove along the English quai and home at 5 1/2 – dinner at 5 3/4 �� afterwards coffee and tea at 9 as yesterday – tired of the dining business – must alter this – sat talking and calculating about the money – rainy till between 10 and 11 a.m. afterwards fair but damp from about noon to 5 1/2 or rather before when it began to rain again Fahrenheit 62º at 11 p.m.

Marginal notes:

visible in pencil:

Rainy till between 10 and 11

and afterwards from about noon

to 5 fair but damp Fahrenheit 62º at 11 p.m.

Marginal notes:

£1 = 6 6/79 silver Rubles

£1 = 21 266/1000 paper Rubles

Notes:

*This is almost certainly the Fontanka.

WYAS pages: SH:7/ML/TR/14/0015 SH:7/ML/TR/14/0016

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CM UNVEILS RS. 34BILLION DEVELOPMENT PACKAGE FOR MULTAN

With the compliments of, The Directorate General Public Relations,

Government of the Punjab, Lahore Ph: 99201390.

No.672/QU/Umer

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THE DAYS OF SOUTH PUNJAB’S DEPRIVATION AND BACKWARDNESS ARE OVER- USMAN BUZDAR

LAHORE, April 26:

Today is a historic occasion when the foundation stone of the south Punjab secretariat has been laid while fulfilling the long-standing demands of the people. I am thankful to PM Imran Khan and the construction and timely completion of the south Punjab secretariat in Multan will be ensured. Similarly, the foundation stone of the south Punjab secretariat will be laid soon in Bahawalpur. South Punjab was kept deprived in the past and people were deceived through fudge figures. The utilizing of the development budget in south Punjab was not more than 17 per cent in the past but the incumbent government has allocated and ringfenced 33 per cent funds for southern Punjab.

This was stated by Chief Minister Punjab Sardar Usman Buzdar while addressing the ceremony of laying the foundation stone of the south Punjab secretariat and announcement of the Multan Development Package in Multan on Monday.

The CM said that more than 27 thousand schools, including 38 per cent from south Punjab, have been upgraded. Meanwhile, PTI inherited unfinished projects worth 1300 billion and these schemes are being completed to facilitate the people. The people of south Punjab have entrusted the PTI and the development of Multan is a priority agenda of the government. Under the district development package, he said hundred development schemes will be completed in Multan including 47 roads, 23 supply and disposal of water, 9 educational, 6 healthcare and other departments' projects. Work has been started on several projects and timely completion will be ensured, he added.

The CM said that development projects costing 78.72 crore rupees will be completed under the local government development programme in Multan. 4 development schemes of 3.31 billion have been inaugurated in Multan including e-khidmat centre, shelter home, urban forest and labour housing colony in an industrial estate. 992 flats are being given to labourers in the labour housing colony, he added. He said that foundation stone of 5 schemes has been laid with an amount of 8.97 billion in Multan including dual Mattital road, shelter home, 200-bed mother and child hospital, similarly, the expansion of Multan-Vehari Road will be completed with a cost of 18 billion in PPP mode, he added.

The CM said the south Punjab secretariat will be completed with 3.54 billion rupees adding that ACS and additional IG have been posted while the number of departments has been increased for the south Punjab secretariat. Meanwhile, legislation is being made to allocate job quota for south Punjab's youth. Meanwhile, separate service tribunal and drug courts will be established for south Punjab. Two drug courts will be established in Sahiwal and DG Khan respectively along with the establishment of a service tribunal, intellectual property rights courts and environment tribunal. The CM said 316 schools, including 269 girls schools, are being upgraded in Multan with a cost of 73.85 crore rupees. Similarly, needy youth is given loans worth more than 35 crore rupees in Multan under Punjab Rozgar Scheme and facility this will continue. The Punjab government is providing direct subsidy to farmers through Kisan Cards for agri-inputs. The latest agri-machinery worth 47 crores has been provided to farmers at a subsidized rate, he said and further stated that crops' insurance programme will be continued. More tractors will be given under Punjab Rozgar Scheme, he added.

The CM said the Punjab Rural Water Supply and Sanitation Project of around 90 billion rupees is being started from this year in collaboration with the world bank in 16 tehsils of the province, including 8 tehsils of south Punjab, to complete projects related to supply and drainage of water in villages. 11 billion rupees will be spent on water supply, sewerage, solid waste management, street lights, roads and parks in the next two years in Vehari, Burewala, Khanewal, Kot Addu and Bahawalnagar under Punjab Cities Project, he added. District Jail will be relocated to Mattital Road and the existing land will be converted into a park, he disclosed. 1.50 billion rupees are being allocated in the next financial year budget, he added. Spadework on the relocation of the grain market, truck stands and iron market in Multan has been completed as it would resolve traffic problems, he added. Northern Bypass, from Bosan Road to Head Muhammadwala, will be dualized; he said and revealed that NHA will complete this project. 30 Kanal land has been provided from the police line to expand the district courts. District Courts will be given 20 Kanal while 26 Kanal land is being given for the expansion of the High Court. Meanwhile, 6 Kanal land has already been given, he added. The CM said that a new judicial complex will be constructed and two basement parking plazas are being constructed for lawyers. Meanwhile, funds are being given for the expansion of Abdali Road, Circular Road, Hussain Agahi Road and roads in the centre of the city. Expansion of Violence Against Women Center has also been completed, he further said.

The CM affirmed Multan Municipal Corporation has been given the status of Metropolitan corporation and the construction of Nishtar-2 has also been started by the PTI government. OPD will be inaugurated this year while the project will be completed before June 2023 with a cost of 8.84 billion. The new OPD of Multan Institute of Cardiology will be made functional this year with a cost of 3.14 billion, he said. The cancer ward is completed in Nishtar Hospital and machinery is being installed. The pharmacy project will be completed next month at 40 crore rupees. Along with it, a new building of DHQ Hospital Multan has been completed near Shershah Bypass with a cost of 1.67 billion rupees and medical equipment is being procured. He said 1 billion rupees is earmarked for Multan University of Engineering and Technology and Government Emerson College Multan has also been given the status of a university. A BS Block is being constructed there as well, he continued.

The CM said that Astroturf ground will be constricted at Mattital Road in Multan to promote the game of hockey with a cost of more than 45 crore rupees. The model cattle market is being constructed with a cost of 49 crores and the child protection institute is being built with a cost of 31 crores to provide shelter to abandoned children. A flyover will be built on Madni Chowk with 74 crores and 2.84 billion rupees will be spent for constriction of flyover at railway line in-between Nadirabad Phatak and Industrial Estate. 25 per cent work of linking Shershah Bypass with Motorway M4 has been completed, he said. 59 crore rupees are being spent on this project, he said. The regional campus of the MPDD Department will be completed in Multan next year for 50 crore rupees. He said that 28 KM long village-to-market roads have been completed with a cost of 35 crore rupees and 37 crore rupees will be spent on repair and maintenance of 25 KM long roads from village-to-markets. Similarly, the government will complete 13 sewerage projects in different areas of Multan with an amount of 11 billion rupees. New disposal stations will be constructed and new sewerage lines will also be laid under these schemes, he said. The days of deprivation and poverty of south Punjab are over and new chapters of development of south Punjab and the whole of the country will be written under the leadership of PM Imran Khan, concluded the CM.

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No.669/QU/Mujahid

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POLITICIZATION OF CORONA CHALLENGE IS DEPLORABLE: USMAN BUZDAR

LAHORE, April 26:

Chief Minister Punjab Sardar Usman Buzdar has regretted that the opposition is using the corona challenge for its political gains.

In a statement, the CM asserted that every effort was made by the government to deal with the third corona wave adding that the number of ventilators and oxygen beds has been increased in the hospitals to facilitate the patients. Regrettably, the opposition is trying to achieve mundane political mileage over the corona issue, he added. However, those distancing the people in the corona pandemic have been isolated, he added. The CM regretted the PDM had busted a gut to spread coronavirus by holding public meetings during the pandemic. This selfish cabal played with the lives of the people to gain some political benefits; this proves the impassive opposition has no regard for the lives of the people. Those who did not care for the health and safety of the people, during the pandemic, have become a symbol of disgrace; concluded the CM.

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No.670/QU/Mujahid

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KISAN CARD PROGRAMME WILL TREMENDOUSLY BENEFIT THE FARMERS: USMAN BUZDAR

LAHORE, April 26:

The Punjab government has aptly completed the agri reforms agenda entrusted by the prime minister on February 8 with a six-month time duration. In this regard, the launch of the Kisan Card Programme has been completed before time and is launched from Multan as a pilot project to benefit the farming community.

This was stated by Chief Minister Punjab Sardar Usman Buzdar while addressing the launch ceremony of the Kisan Card Programme in Multan on Monday. He also appreciated the role played by Agriculture Minister Hussain Jahanian Gardezi, chief secretary, agriculture secretary, Habib Bank, PITB and PLRA in the launch of this program.

The CM greeted the presence of PM Imran Khan adding that this programme will provide numerous benefits to the farmers including agri loans, crops' insurance and subsidy on fertilizers, pesticides and seeds through registered shops. The agriculture department has established a network of 30 thousand service shops for the utilization of this card in the whole of the province, he continued. Initially, Rs.17 billion subsidy is given in collaboration with the Pakistan government during the ongoing Khareef season, he said. Meanwhile, the CM pointed out that watercourses are being improved; model agri markets are established and the per-acre yield of wheat is being increased along with the promotion of oilseed crops under an Rs.300 billion worth PM agri emergency programme. Similarly, the Punjab government was providing subsidy on agri machinery and 50 per cent and 60 per cent subsidy were given on latest drip irrigation and solar system installation respectively, he added.

The Punjab government has introduced a comprehensive agriculture policy and 8000 land record centres were being established, including more than 3000 in south Punjab, to save the farmers from the exploitation of revenue staff, concluded the CM.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 32 - How Did We End Up Here

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 4.9k words

Chapter 32 - How Did We End Up Here?

Shin-Il had no frame of reference at midnight that night. All he knew was that as soon as the flames were visible in the window of the apartment, he flew down the hallway, rushing past the elevator and practically flinging himself down the emergency stairs. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he could barely see in front of him, due to the darkness and the fact that he forgot to bring a flashlight with him to either scene. He was wondering how much if at all, the fire had spread at the dance studio. Did someone call the fire department? Did someone try to put it out themselves? Were there people inside that he didn’t think would be there; that he didn’t expect to get mixed up in the crossfires? As Shin-Il got to the ground floor and exited the building, he doubled over, taking multiple struggles gasped for air. As he looked back up towards the apartment he was just in front of, he saw little hints of smoke poking over the front railing.

The fire must not have spread outside the door yet…. Shin-Il thought to himself, looking down to check his watch. It was still the dead of night, just barely past 2 that morning. Just as Shin-Il was preparing to make his way back home, he heard distant voices from where the fire was coming from. Other families, most likely, exiting their homes to see what had suddenly gotten so hot. When they realized a fire had broken out, they began shouting. Shin-Il heard a woman call out four names, Min Ja, Hoseok, Hyo Bin, and another name he could barely make out through the sea of frantic tenants attempting to solve this problem until the fire department arrived. Shin-Il knew he did not want to be around when that happened, and he darted down the street just as soon as he heard more people leaving their homes to examine the scene.

Shin-Il had thought about that night ever since it occurred, watching the news like a hawk and reading the papers the day after. He cradled little Hyun in his arms, as she greedily slurped down the contents of a sippy cup. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting them to say, other than the contents of the fires and the possibility that they may have happened by the same person, for reasons unknown. He watched as they interviewed the owner of the dance studio, a soft-faced handsome man named Park Jimin, who was puffy-eyed and distraught at the destruction of his business, before cutting back to the newscaster back at the studio.

“We are fortunate to announce that while Dance Canvas Studio, as well as the Apartment Complex less than 10 miles away, were both harmed by the flames, all tenants of the building made it out safely, including all four who lived in the targeted home. Boyfriend Jung Hoseok, aged 27, was in critical condition, but he is expected to make a full recovery. His girlfriend and her two young daughters were rushed to be treated as well, but are assumed to not of inhaled as much smoke as the boyfriend. We will keep you updated as information is received.” Shin-Il felt relief wash over him, though he knew Weong-Bin may be furious that Shin-Il didn’t do what he asked. Deciding it was time to change the channel, Shin-Il turned off the tiny TV in his apartment. Leaning back on the couch, he looked down at Hyun, whose tiny hands were trying to set the empty sippy cup on a surface, since it was empty and of no use to her. Shin-Il grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead as he set the bottle down, before hoisting her up on his shoulder to tap her back and burp her. Shin-Il closed his eyes as he did so.

When he opened his eyes, he no longer found himself sitting on his poorly upholstered couch, across from his tiny TV, with his tiny reason for living in his arms. Instead, when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was sitting inside a jail cell. Tilting his head over, he saw Myung-Dae, Chun-Hei, and the rest of his force working around a small, circular table, making phone calls and pacing the room as they worked. Shin-Il blinked, lifting himself up from his bench and walking towards the row of metal bars in front of him, blocking his path to the police.

“Officer.” He called, and the group all looked up. “Where’s Hyun?”

“We placed her with a temporary foster home until all of this is sorted out,” Myung-Dae said simply. “After I arrested you, you lied down there and passed out for a few hours, and the lawyers all told me she needed to be put somewhere soon when we started filling up with work.” Shin-Il let out a shaky breath, gripping the bars of the cage. Myung-Dae looked at Chun-Hei, nodding his head. The woman nodded as she headed towards the desk, and picked up her cellphone, dialing a phone number. Myung-Dae walked towards the cage, crossing his arms. “…Like I said when we first talked…we found your prints on the canisters and your phone number matched with the one Weong-Bin has been talking to in prison….” He said. “I could see in your eyes you looked out of it. Now that you’re well-rested, are you ready to tell me how this all came about?” Shin-Il nodded. “Alright…” Myung-Dae opened the cage door, leading Shin-Il out of the room. He saw the cops watching as Myung-Dae led Shin-Il down towards one of the rooms, where they could talk privately. He could see one of the other officers following behind, most likely to listen in and assuring Myung-Dae was following code.

As the duo entered the room, Myung-Dae and Shin-Il sat down across from each other. Shin-Il looked up at the policeman, waiting to see if he would be prompted to speak. Myung-Dae flipped open a notepad, slipping a pen out of his vest pocket and clicking it open.

“You ready?” Shin-Il asked. Myung-Dae glanced up, nodding. “Okay well…I met Weong-Bin when I started interning about 3 years ago. He was really nice and helpful, taught me everything I knew about the company. When my interning ending, he helped me get a low tier job so I could work my way up. I knew his wife and kids a little bit, and I tried to help him after he got divorced because he seemed really broken up about all of it. I never expected he was abusing his wife…” Shin-Il sighed. “I got let go right around the time my daughter was born. The pregnancy went wrong because she was tiny, we were only 19, and she had lots of surgeries. She ended up getting hooked on the pain medication they gave her afterward. I used whatever money I had to help raise Hyun and keep her safe, but it didn’t work….” Myung-Dae nodded, saying nothing and letting her continue. “When Weong-Bin first got arrested, a few people I knew from the company ended up telling me. I was nervous, I wanted to see him and show my support, but before I could, he called me.” Myung-Dae nodded.

“What did he say?” He asked. Myung-Dae had already heard all of the phone conversations between the duo from beginning to end, but he wanted to hear Shin-Il say it.

“Well, we talked the first few times just about whatever. I told him I didn’t think he would do that, and he thanked me. He asked about my daughter, I told him we were struggling with debt. Then he told me about his ex-wife and her boyfriend…and how he didn’t want the boyfriend around his family. I thought that being in jail was stressing him out, I thought he was kidding when he told me to kill Hoseok….” Shin-Il sighed. “But he told me he would pay me a lot of money, almost 500 million won, and even more if what I did helped him get proven innocent. I -.” Shin-Il sighed softly, leaning back in his seat. Myung-Dae could see his eyes were watering again and he waited patiently for the boy. “I didn’t want to…I really didn’t. But he assured me if I did everything right, I would never be caught. But he didn’t tell me what I should do, I’ve never lit anything on fire before!”

“I can see that…” Myung-Dae said softly. “So, what happened?”

“Well, he found a way to wire some of the money into my bank account, to show me he was serious….” He sighed softly. “So, I told him I would do it. The days passed and he told me where Hoseok worked, and where they lived.” Shin-Il gulped as he thought about what he would say next. “Then, the night before I told him I could do it, he called again. He sounded so frantic like he was having a mental breakdown. I still hadn’t even decided what I was going to do that night, how I would do this…then he told me that he didn’t think he would ever have his family back again, especially if he ended up in prison…” Shin-Il sighed. “He asked me to kill them all. I panicked; I had no idea what to do. When I asked how I should do it, he shouted ‘I don’t know, just burn them all’ or something like that….” Shin-Il bit his lip.

“So that’s what you did?” Myung-Dae asked. Shin-Il nodded his head.

“I had no clue where Hoseok would be, that’s the only reason I hit both places. I felt so bad when I saw the studio owner crying on TV.”

“…But not for the family you almost burned alive?”

“No, I felt horrible! When I was heading to the dance studio, I kept saying I should turn back, I should go home to my little Hyun…but then I thought of all the money and everything I could do to support her with it…then I thought back and forth and back and forth…next thing I knew, I was already at the apartment door. In a way, I was so relieved none of them were really hurt…” Shin-Il sighed. “But I called Weong-Bin through the jail and told him I finished….He said he’ll pay me when he sees proof…but I know now that he knows none of them died in the fire, so I wouldn’t be getting paid even if I didn’t speak right now…” Myung-Dae nodded.

“I’m glad to know you’re doing this because you know you won’t get paid,” Myung-Dae said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Shin-Il glanced up as he watched Myung-Dae get up, walking over and standing the boy upon his feet. “It’s a shame a kid like you got roped into this, but it’s like you said, you told yourself to turn back and you didn’t. That’s where I lose all my respect for you…” Shin-Il couldn’t respond, nothing he could say would counteract what Myung-Dae said, because Myung-Dae was right. “However, you have been helpful. What you’ve said, along with the evidence, will help us keep that prick in prison for a long time.” Shin-Il nodded.

“…Okay…”

“I’ll make sure you don’t end up rooming with him,” Myung-Dae said, nudging Shin-Il back out the door to complete the paperwork.

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Hoseok was watching TV in one of the hospital chairs he had in his room. His belly was full of chicken and rice, he had his favorite show on, and he couldn’t be happier. As he used his arms to attempt a bit of freestyle to the music playing on the TV, he looked over at his bed, which held another reason that he was so happy right now. You were laying down on your side, eyes closed as your chest slightly rose and fell with every soft breath you took. After eating, you both had lied down, but only you had fallen asleep. Hoseok, deciding that you should have enough room to do so comfortably, gave up his bed in favor of the less comfortable, yet still manageable, chair. As he glanced over to you, he saw you nuzzle your head into the pillow, your eyelashes slightly fluttering a bit as you mumbled something in your sleep. It made him chuckle, and he scooted the chair closer to you. A hand reached out, placing itself into your hair as he ruffled it gently.

The tranquility of the moment was interrupted by the sound of vibration.

“Hm?” Hoseok looked around, his eyes falling on your handbag, which was placed on one of the side tables. He got up, walking over to it, and pulling out your phone. One the screen, he read Officer Chun-Hei. Glancing over at you, he saw that you were just barely starting to wake up. He sat beside you, handing you the vibrating cellphone, as you took it into your hands.

“I wonder what she needs…” You mumbled softly to yourself, before answering the phone call. “Hello?”

“Miss. Cho?” Chun-Hei hummed. She could hear the grogginess in your voice. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m sorry…” you said softly. “I just woke up from a nap…is everything okay?” Chun-Hei was silent for a moment, making you glance at Hoseok with a curious expression.

“Well, I just wanted to inform you that…we found and arrested the man who burnt down the apartment and the studio.” You felt your heartbeat speed up at the thought, taking a few slow, deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down. “I think it might be a good idea to come down here…If you want.” For a moment, you thought about it. Did you want to see his face? You didn’t know if you could handle it. However, you knew that it would only be a matter of time, as you were expected to be at the trial for this man when he stood accountable for his crimes.

“I’ll be right there…” you assured, before quickly hanging up the cellphone. You let out a shaky breath, looking at Hoseok, who only offered a small smile. “I wish you could come with me…” you said softly. “I don’t want to go alone.”

“I’ll be out of the hospital soon…” he assured, running a comforting hand through your hair again. “You can do it….” Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, Hoseok smiled. “Call me when you’re there, alright? And thanks again for the food.”

“Okay…” you said, getting up off the bed. Turning to Hoseok, you smoothed out your dress and grabbed your pocketbook. “Get some rest, okay?” You said. Hoseok nodded, waving a hand as he watched you head out the door. As you reached the exit, you stopped for a moment and turned to him. “…I’m scared. I don’t want to see him.”

“I know,” Hoseok said simply. “But with everything you’ve been through, this will be a walk in the park~.” He smiled happily. You nodded. “We’ll celebrate everything once it’s all over. I promise.” He said happily. Letting out a shaky breath, Hoseok put a hand over his mouth. As he leaned forward, he flung his hand in your direction, the sound of a loud kiss being sent to you. You giggled a bit. “Use it as courage! You’ll be okay! Fighting!” Playfully, you lifted an arm and caught the kiss midair, and Hoseok cheered. “Hell yeah!”

“Alright, I’ll see you later.” You said simply, waving him off as you finally exited the room. Once you were gone, Hoseok lied back in the bed and let out a deep breath. He hoped that kiss would provide you with enough, but he wouldn’t know for sure until he finally was released from this awfully lonely place.

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The trip to the police station was silent. The entire time, you sat in the empty cab, looking out the window as the world passed by. Your hand was clutched in a tight fist, pressed against your chest. Though only air, the idea that a little bit of Hoseok was making its way to the station with you helped give you some sort of comfort. You had no idea who would be at the station, waiting to come face to face with you. What was their story? Why did they do it? Would you ever have it in your heart to forgive him? These thoughts raced through your mind as you saw the cab finally pull up to the precinct, with cops and legal workers walking in and out constantly.

Myung-Dae was sitting at his desk when you walked in, and he almost immediately stood up, calling your name and hurrying over to you. He was quick to embrace you in a comforting hug, one you immediately returned.

“I heard about what happened this morning at court. How are you doing?”

“Better.” You admitted. “Chun-Hei told me you…caught the guy?” Myung-Dae nodded. “How?”

“Well, we found tons of…” Myung-Dae stopped himself. “This is going to be a lot to take in.” You forced out a sigh as you looked at the cop.

“Not as much to take in as the smoke that entered my lungs, Myung-Dae. I want to know.” You said quickly, clutching your purse tightly. Myung-Dae nodded. “Who was it and how did you find him?” Without saying much else, he led you over to his desk, handing you a manila folder. He began to explain everything to you.

“We found the prints of the man on canisters, and his face on cameras around both scenes at the exact times of the fires.” He said. He pushed a small SD card toward you as well. “We also…found phone calls…between him and Weong-Bin…” You blinked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Weong-Bin?” you asked softly. “…What does that-?” Almost immediately, your hands lifted up to cover your mouth. “…No. No.” you shook your head. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say…Weong-Bin was the one who encouraged the arsonist to…attempt to harm you and the girls.” You leaned forward, gripping the desk with tight fists, meaning that whatever part of Hoseok’s little flying kiss was still in your clutched fist, it was not anymore. “Miss. Cho. Are you alright?”

“There’s no way. I know he hated Hoseok, I know he hated me…but the girls? He’s done awful things to us but….” You trailed off, trying to piece everything together.

“The conversations are on the card. You’re free to listen if you want to since we’ve submitted them as evidence and will be played at trial.” You shook your head.

“I don’t know…” you said. Myung-Dae nodded.

“Chun-Hei and I are going to talk to him now, his lawyer is on his way there as well. I wanted to make sure I told you first, though…” he said gently. He saw you were still absolutely stunned by what you had just been told. “I’m so sorry this is so sudden. But we have enough evidence, and the testimony of the man who did it, he will be going away for this….” You lied back in your seat, covering your face. Everything Myung-Dae was saying only seemed to be going into one ear and out the other, muffled behind the sound of your ears pounding and your heart racing. Everything on your body felt it was burning into your skin, and you could barely breathe, your body shook with every attempt you made to breathe. The next thing you knew was that a water bottle was set in front of you, and when you looked over, Chun-Hei was handing it to you. Taking it into your trembling hands, you quickly forced yourself to drink some. “If you want to listen to them, I’ll have a detective help you.”

“I want to come with you to see Weong-Bin.” You said. “I want to hear it from him…”

“I don’t think that’s good-.”

“Then I’ll go myself. But I want to hear from him why this is happening.” Weong-Bin and Chun-Hei shared a glance. There was a moment of silence, and the officers could see your face getting paler with every second you were left with your own thoughts. “I…I might throw up first.” Quickly, you got up and hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. As you entered the first stall, you doubled over against the bathroom and threw up all of the chicken and rice that had just digested, coughing and gagging and sobbing as you tried desperately to pull yourself together. You knew this trip to the station would be a difficult one, coming face to face with the man who harmed you and your loved ones.

But WEONG-BIN?!

“There’s no way…” you choked out, wiping your face as you trembled. “I can’t believe this is happening to me right now….He couldn’t have….told someone to do this….” As you sat there, for what felt like forever, you waited until your stomach had stopped doing circus acts, and you were able to force yourself up onto shaky legs. As you headed towards the mirror, you were quick to wash your face and clean yourself up. If you were just this sick at hearing this, you had no idea how you would react if you looked Weong-Bin in the eye now. But you knew you had to. Not for Hoseok’s sake, or even for the girl’s sake. You had to do this for your own sake. He needed to know that his control over you, as of now, was officially over.

When you walked back out, you saw Myung-Dae and Chun-Hei preparing to head out to their patrol car and head to the penitentiary. They saw you approach, and Chun-Hei approached you.

“Do you feel okay? Maybe not coming with us is the best option now.” She said gently. You shook your head.

“I need to go.” You said simply. “I need to, or I don’t think I’ll be able to handle anything else.” Chun-Hei nodded. Looking over, you saw one man sitting on the bench of the cage, running a hand through his hair You blinked, staring at him for a moment. “Is that him?” you asked curiously, making the cops look over.

“Yes,” Myung-Dae said simply. You nodded, walking over towards the cage despite Chun-Hei trying to stop you. Shin-Il looked up when he saw you approach, and his eyes widened. He stood up immediately and hurried over to you. He could see your face was wet, most likely from a mix of tears and the sink water you had used to try and clean yourself up. The top of your dress was a bit damp as well, and your hair was no longer in a nice, sleek ponytail, but instead currently frizzing at the ends.

“Miss. Cho.” He said softly. You blinked.

“You’re Yoo Shin-Il? You worked with Weong-Bin, right?” you asked gently. Shin-Il nodded. “…Do you feel good about what you’ve done?” You asked.

“No…not at all…” he said softly. “I tried to hide it…but I told them because I regret what I tried to do. He manipulated me by using my little daughter, Hyun. I don’t even expect you to forgive me….” You sighed, gently lifting a hand out and placing it on top of one of Shin-Il’s that was wrapped around the bar. He looked at you in slight shock.

“He’s…got an amazing way with words, doesn’t he?” You smiled a bit. Shin-Il could see the sadness in that smile, all the years of regret and pain showing behind those slightly exposed teeth. “I’ll be sure…that I smack him for both of us, okay?” Shin-Il blinked.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked softly. “I don’t deserve it.”

“You don’t. This isn’t for you,” you said softly, finally retracting your hand. “I’m a relatively good person. I hate to see others suffer, especially at the hands of Weong-Bin. I dealt with it for years, and I’m sure every single girl’s before and after me know what I have felt for almost a decade. I just…I hope your daughter grows up to never make the same mistakes you have. I’m sorry you were led down this path, but I’m even more sorry that your little girl has to grow up knowing what her father would stoop to for her.” You looked him dead in the eye. “It’ll shame her for the rest of her life, and it pains me that she will suffer that way. So when I smack him, it’s going to be for me and her.” Shin-Il let out a shaky breath as you stepped away. Without another word, you followed Chun-Hei and Myung-Dae out of the precinct. Shin-Il sank down onto his knees, bursting into an ocean of strained and painful tears.

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“Cho Weong-Bin?” A cop hummed as the door to the cell opened. Weong-Bin looked up from the chessboard, decorated with different black and white pieces. In-Ho glanced up at well, being Weong-Bin’s opponent. “Your lawyer is here with some cops. They need you.”

“…What the fuck for now?” he groaned, getting up. “I’ll be right back, In-Ho.” He said. In-Ho shrugged, waving his friend off silently as he pulled out a book, resting against the wall to read it. When Weong-Bin left, In-Ho laughed a bit.

“Well, that’s that it seems,” In-Ho mumbled to himself.

Weong-Bin was led to a different room on the other side of the jail. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, as he had no intention of meeting with his lawyer today, nor any cops that were focusing on the assault case, or any that were dealing with the fires. However, he kept his cool, assuming that if anything, they just expected it would be an intimidation tactic by the police, and Weong-Bin was not going to fall for this. As he entered the room, his lawyer was already sitting with Myung-Dae, the duo talking in short sentences.

“Hello, Officer,” Weong-Bin said. “What’s going on?”

“Have a seat, Weong-Bin.” His lawyer said, motioning to the opening seat beside him. Weong-Bin took a seat, nodding his head politely to the cop. “Myung-Dae apparently has some news about the fires.”

“Did you find out who did it?” he asked curiously. “I need to know. I’ll kill the guy.” Myung-Dae rolled his eyes.

“Cut the crap, Weong-Bin,” Myung-Dae said. Weong-Bin blinked. “Enough games, it’s time to come clean.”

“Come clean? What, you think I had something to do with it?! I’ve been locked up!”

“What’s with the sudden accusations, Officer Kim?” The lawyer asked, an unamused look on his face. “You trying to point fingers because there’s no lead yet?” Myung-Dae couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh no, that’s not it.” He said simply. He pulled out his trusty envelope, setting it onto the table and opened it for the others to see. The first picture was the face of Shin-Il that was taken from the local security footage and fixed to expose his face. Weong-Bin blinked.

“So…what exactly is this?” he asked curiously. “That kid looks like a kid that worked with me a while back, Shin-Il. Did he have something to do with this, is that why you’re asking me?”

“Well, yea. What we really want to know is out of all the people you chose to ask for help, how you chose him?”

“I told you I had no involvement! I hate Jung Hoseok, but if this were the case, and I did do it, why the hell would I also involve my kids?!” Weong-Bin shouted, crossing his arms.

“Speaking in hypotheticals, of course.” The lawyer quickly injected.

“Because, much like any control freak partner, if you can’t have them, nobody can. Am I right?” Myung-Dae asked curiously. Weong-Bin watched as Myung-Dae reached forward, pushing the top papers away to reveal the documented phone calls between him and Shin-Il. “Do these…look familiar?” He asked curiously. Weong-Bin watched as his lawyer lifted them up and read them over. “We have the audio for those as well, which we confirmed is Weong-Bin’s voice in all of them as well as Shin-Il’s. You can’t claim it was faked or that it wasn’t Weong-Bin that made the calls, so don’t try.” Myung-Dae could see the façade finally begin to crack on Weong-Bin’s face. No longer did he see the face of a concerned father trying to prove his innocence. Behind that he began to see the eyes of the blood-thirsty, controlling monster that Weong-Bin really was. A specific sentence was running through his mind that Shin-Il had said when explaining what had happened.

He sounded frantic like he was having a mental breakdown.

Weong-Bin could see his lawyer’s face express some concern the more he read the call transcripts. He huffed.

“It must be a set-up. You can’t really believe this; you’re supposed to be my lawyer!” Weong-Bin snapped. His lawyer set down the papers.

“I want to hear the audio.” The lawyer said, and Weong-Bin groaned. Myung-Dae smirked.

“Okay then. This is perfect, we can all watch it together. There’s someone else that decided to hear it for the first time as well.” Myung-Dae looked towards the cop, motioning for him to grab someone who was waiting out of view of the rest of them. Weong-Bin raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he waited to see what all the commotion was about. It took a moment, but Weong-Bin saw Chun-Hei walk into the room, with you walking beside her. His eyes widened as you bowed to the lawyer, and the cops as well, thanking Myung-Dae for allowing you permission to join. When you looked at Weong-Bin, you held up a small SD card in your hand. He could see it was shaking.

“I bet you never thought these would make it into the home video collection, did you?” you asked softly.

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Dogger Bank Wind Farm O&M Base, Newcastle

Dogger Bank Wind Farm Port of Tyne, England, UK Architecture

Dogger Bank Wind Farm O&M Base

25 Mar 2021

Dogger Bank Wind Farm Building

Design: Ryder Architecture

Location: Port of Tyne, east of Newcastle, North East England, UK

Dogger Bank Wind Farm Unveils Design for Operations and Maintenance Base at the Port of Tyne

25th of March 2021 – The developers of the Dogger Bank Wind Farm have revealed the design for the multi million pound Operations and Maintenance (O&M) Base, that will serve the world’s biggest offshore wind farm.

Subject to planning approval, the base will be constructed in the Port of Tyne. It will serve as the main hub for operating the wind farm which when complete will be capable of powering 6m homes. The design is by Ryder Architecture.

SSE Renewables is leading on construction of the wind farm and Equinor will operate the wind farm for its lifetime of up to 35 years, creating over 200 direct jobs in the north east of England.

Some roles will be based onshore, such as planners, engineers and management, whilst other roles such as wind turbine technicians will be based offshore at the wind farm itself, living for two weeks at a time on a vessel over 130km out to sea. The main recruitment activity is expected from 2022.

Working with international design practice Ryder Architecture, headquartered in Newcastle, Equinor has designed the O&M Base to be built using environmentally friendly materials. EV chargers, solar panels and efficient heating systems have been included to ensure the facility has a low carbon impact.

As well as offices for those based onshore and a warehouse to store spare parts for the wind farm, the design includes development of a new quay suitable for the state of the art Service Operations Vessels (SOVs) that provide accommodation, and transport for technicians to and from the wind farm. The vessels will come to the port approximately twice a month for resupply and crew change.

Halfdan Brustad, vice president for Dogger Bank at Equinor, said: “Dogger Bank is set to have a huge impact in the North East of England. On top of the hundreds of direct jobs the project creates, opportunities from the project will reach many others in the region from industry suppliers to catering companies.

“Over the last month investment for a new manufacturing facility in Teesside has been announced, set to provide the 107m turbine blades to Dogger Bank, and the contract for our three operations vessels has been awarded to a Scottish company, creating further jobs in Scotland and the North East.

“We specifically chose a local firm, Ryder, to work closely with in designing this flagship facility, and have ensured it is both environmentally sustainable and future fit in order to attract the best local talents to join our team. We share the final designs with pride, and can’t wait to get started!”

Francesca Harrison, project architect at Ryder, said, “The design proposals reflect Dogger Bank’s drive for a more sustainable future. They have been designed to achieve net zero carbon and provide one of the best workspaces in the north east helping Dogger Bank to attract the best talent.”

Steve Wilson, project director for Dogger Bank Wind Farm, said: “This locally designed and sustainable Operation & Maintenance Base will become the heart of Dogger Bank operations, in a region that will also reap the economic benefits of Dogger Bank Wind Farm in its construction phase. It’s another important milestone for our project, but also for a region that is becoming a powerhouse for innovation and decarbonisation.”

Matt Beeton, chief executive officer of the Port of Tyne, said: “The site is well underway at the Port of Tyne with ground and quayside improvements taking place. The Port and the region are excited to see the start of Equinor’s new facility which will not only provide much needed jobs but also start our journey to supporting the biggest offshore wind farm in the world.”

The plans for the O&M facility have been submitted to South Tyneside Council for a planning application. The construction contractor will be appointed in the coming months.

Dogger Bank is being built in three equal phases of 1.2 gigawatts (GW) each. The first two phases, Dogger Bank A and B, are a joint venture between Equinor (40%) SSE Renewables (40%) and Eni (20%). The third phase, Dogger Bank C, is being developed on a different timescale and is owned by Equinor (50%) and SSE Renewables (50%).

About Ryder Architecture

Ryder was established in Newcastle in 1953, and now has a team of over 200 passionate people across the UK, Hong Kong, Vancouver and Amsterdam. We deliver pioneering architectural services across a diverse portfolio of sectors, collaborating globally with Ryder Alliance partners.

Our goal is simple – to improve the quality of the world around us and, in doing so, improve people’s lives.

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About SSE Renewables

SSE Renewables is a leading developer, owner and operator of renewable energy across the UK and Ireland, with a portfolio of around 4GW of onshore wind, offshore wind and hydro. Part of the FTSE listed SSE plc, its strategy is to drive the transition to a net zero future through the world class development, construction and operation of renewable energy assets.

SSE Renewables owns nearly 2GW of operational onshore wind capacity t. Its 1,459MW hydro portfolio includes 300MW of pumped storage and 750MW of flexible hydro. Its operational offshore wind portfolio consists of 487MW across two offshore joint venture sites, Beatrice and Greater Gabbard, both of which it operates on behalf of its asset partners.

SSE Renewables is aiming to treble its renewable energy output by 2030. In addition to Dogger Bank Wind Farm, SSE Renewables is currently leading the construction of the Seagreen 1 offshore wind farm (1,075MW, SSE Renewables share: 49%) and is developing the Berwick Bank and Marr Bank offshore wind farms (up to 4,150MW) in Scotland, North Falls (up to 504MW, SSE Renewables share: 50%) in England, and Arklow Bank Wind Park Phase 2 (520MW) in Ireland. Onshore it is constructing the Viking wind farm (443MW) in Shetland and Gordonbush Extension (38MW) and has a further 1GW of onshore wind in development.

SSE Renewables is a Principal Partner to the UK Government for COP26 UN climate summit taking place in Glasgow in November 2021.

About Equinor in the UK

Equinor has been operating in the UK for over 35 years. Headquartered in Norway, the company employs 22,000 people globally, and over 650 in the UK. As a broad energy company, Equinor is committed to long term value creation in a low carbon future, and targeting carbon neutral operations globally by 2030.

Equinor is the UK’s leading energy provider and supports the UK economy by investing billions in crucial energy infrastructure, working with over 700 suppliers across the country. Its energy supplies from Norway meet more than one quarter of the UK’s demand for natural gas and around one fifth of its demand for oil, both produced with one of the lowest carbon footprints in the industry. It operates the Mariner oil field, one of the largest and most digitally advanced offshore investments in the UK over the last decade, and is progressing Rosebank, the largest undeveloped field in the UK. Both projects support hundreds of jobs and economic activity in Scotland.

Equinor also operates two offshore wind farms off the East Coast of England, Dudgeon and Sheringham Shoal. It is developing plans to extend the capacity of both wind farms, doubling its offshore wind production in Norfolk.

Equinor is a pioneer in floating wind technology with Hywind Scotland, the world’s first floating wind farm off the coast of Peterhead, which is partnered with Batwind, the world’s first battery for offshore wind. Hywind Scotland has reached record breaking capacity factors, taking the title for the UK’s best performing wind farm three years in a row.

With its partners SSE Renewables, and Eni, Equinor is building the largest offshore wind farm in the world, Dogger Bank, off the North East coast of England. It is also a leader in both carbon capture utilisation and storage (CCUS) and hydrogen, and is developing a number of projects in Europe, including in the Humber and Teesside regions of North East England.

About Eni

Eni is an energy company operating in 66 countries worldwide and employing around 32,000 people. The company operates in oil and gas exploration, development and production, refining and marketing, trading and shipping, chemical, renewable energies and innovative solutions in circular economy. Eni’s mission is inspired by the UN 2030 Agenda and these values are reflected in its business model, itself based on three pillars of long term carbon neutrality, operational excellence and the creation of alliances for local development.

The new Eni is based on efficiency, integration and the deployment of new technologies.

Decarbonisation is structurally embedded in our overall strategy and ambitions and in Sustainalytics’ last update as of September 2020, Eni has achieved an ESG Risk Rating score of 25.7, ranking in the top 3% amongst its peers in the Energy Sector.

Eni has set the next intermediate target for renewables in 2035, when the company will generate 25 GW of installed capacity from renewable sources.

Eni is active in the UK as operator of the Liverpool Bay Area project in NW England, for which it was recently awarded a CO2 appraisal and storage licence by the Oil and Gas Authority.

Eni, together with BP, Equinor, National Grid, Shell and Total, has formed the Northern Endurance Partnership (NEP), with BP as operator. The partnership aims to develop offshore CO2 transport and storage infrastructure that will serve the two decarbonisation projects of the industrial clusters of NE England: Net Zero Teesside (of Which Eni is partner), and Zero Carbon Humber.

The two projects plan the combined capture and storage of climate-changing emissions from industrial sites and power plants, and the development of market for low emission hydrogen production (blue hydrogen).

UK authority consider this kind of project vital to support the Country’s effort to cut by 50% industrial emissions by 2030, while at the same time providing new jobs for the local communities.

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midtown morning announcements | p.p.

a/n: in this story YOU are a reporter in the announcements and betty is NOT!!!!! sorry betty love you bae <3

summary: as a reporter for midtown tech's daily announcements, it's easy to get carried away with ideas. especially ones involving the newest superhero from queens.

warnings: cussing, some chaotic energy, 5.6k words because i POPPED OFF, messy epilogue but just roll w me

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"Oh my god, she's crushing on Spider-Man."

You tried. You really tried. Sure, you were friends with Betty and Liz, but god, if some of their conversations didn't make you want to scream.

Nevertheless, you whirl around. The statement was too absurd for you not to. Liz, the pretty, popular girl, had a crush on a hero whom she'd never seen the face of.

Now that was a story.

You spin back around, snatching the book out of MJ's hands and ignoring the look she gives you.

"How soon do you think I can convince Mr. Harrington to give me an extra segment in the announcements?"

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"I'm sorry, Y/N, but I just don't think there's enough time to-"

"Mr. Harrington, please," you plead. "We can cut the segment about.. what's it called? What's New in the Teacher's Lounge? Trust me when I say this: talking about the new coffee filters and low stock in the vending machines only loses everyone's attention."

A sigh falls from the mans mouth. He scratches his beard thoughtfully and you bite back a grin at his dramatically thoughtful expression.

"Okay, fine, Madam Reporter. You can have your segment on Spandex Man," he says.

A smile pulls the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Mr. Harrington, you won't regret it."

He just nods his head, an awkward silence filling between the two of you. He eventually catches the hint and turns around, beginning to walk away, muttering.

"I swear, teenage girls and their obsession with men in tight clothing."

Your eyes widen and your face explodes into an expression of defense before you turn around, face-to-face with MJ.

"So?"

"I got it."

A smirk breaks on the girls face. "Ready to shoot?"

Your eyes widen and move over to the wall of the reporting room, the clock reading 7:29 am. One minute before filming time. You look back at MJ and shrug hopelessly, jogging over to the setup in front of the cameras and sliding in next to Jason.

"Hey, Y/N-"

"We're cutting the teacher's lounge segment and I'm replacing it with a different one," you blurt, then turn to the camera as the red light turns on and begins blinking.

"Wha- Good morning, students of Midtown Tech!"

You suppress a laugh.

"Today is Wednesday, September 21st. Happy Fall," you smile. While you were never anxious in front of the camera, you were completely unprepared. The change in segments was made literally two minutes ago, and the only ones with that knowledge were you, MJ, and (kind of) Jason. Thankfully, MJ was a quick scriptwriter, but this was something you wanted to make perfect. Your perfectionism wasn't easily controlled, and with a new segment like this, you wanted to make it just right.

You and Jason swapped reporting different details about events, the weather- the sort of stuff a lot of students didn't really care about. But, as soon as you saw the words "Y/N: INTO SPIDER-MAN SEGMENT" on the screen, you knew this would grab everyone's attention. You also knew that you would kick MJ later for not even giving you a script when you knew she was capable of at least writing a few things.

"Ohhhh-" Jason gasps, understanding what you'd meant earlier. You hit him in the arm before mentally preparing yourself as quickly as possible.

"Word about the new hero, known as Spider-Man, has taken over Midtown Tech, and everyone seems to have the same question: who is the man under the mask? Well, Tigers, I've decided to take it upon myself to discover this upcoming Avenger's identity. In this segment, you'll see interviews and videos of the hero, as well as a link in which you can scan a QR code on the screen and submit guesses, and later vote on who you think it is!"

"Yo, that's dope," Jason nods, looking at you, impressed and surprised.

"It is," you smile at the camera. "Now onto Cindy, who is with the Mr. Harrington to talk about the importance of, um, kissing your pets at least 10 times daily..?"

The filming session wraps with you and Jason doing your signature sign-off (putting on sunglasses and playing Midtown's anthem on kazoo's). You slide out of the chair, setting your glasses on the table behind you and walking over to MJ with a sigh.

"Dude, what the hell?"

"Hey man, you did fine without a script," she retorts, raising her hands in defense.

"I'm aware," you raise a brow.

From across the room, you can hear the editors grouping around the computer, laughing at all the memes and sound effects they're gonna put in.

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Not good. Not good not good not good not good.

Peter Parker stood frozen, feet away from one of the multiple TVs in the hallway, jaw slack as he stares at the screen.

Not even the chaotic memes and crappy video effects could make him laugh (the boy had a weak spot for Comic Sans).

He knew who you were. Peter'd occasionally see you in the hallways, and you'd always smile or even just give him a small look of acknowledgment. Still, never talked. Which, now that he thought about it, was probably a good thing. The second you figure out Spider-Man's voice, it'll be engraved into your brain, and there'll be no hiding if you approach him.

"Hey, Peter!"

The boy jumps, spinning around to see Ned, about 20 feet away, bright smile painted on his face as he waves a bit aggressively. Peter mentally prepares himself before walking over, plastering a (hopefully convincing) grin on his face. Ned, of course, is oblivious and falls for it.

"Dude, did you watch the announcements today?! That shit is crazy! I mean, Y/N's so smart and stuff, she's probably gonna figure out who it is in, like, two weeks," Ned babbles.

Peter looks around cautiously, feeling as though all eyes are on him, despite the fact that he was most definitely on the bottom half of the popularity list.

"Yeah, weird."

Just then, he sees you turn around the corner with MJ, waving to someone he didn't know, and catches a smile on your face.

His prior neutral opinion about you began to shift.

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By the end of the day, you were practically floating. The entire school was buzzing about the new segment- hell, it almost creeped you out how excited everyone was. At lunch, people couldn't stop glancing over at you, whispering about who they thought Spider-Man might be. At first, the looks were different, interesting, but now they just made you plain uncomfortable. Nonetheless, when you stepped outside after the final bell and everyone's mind shifted from the segment to the idea of getting home, you felt proud.

And, although the two of you were apart, both in terms of distance and relationship, you and Peter felt the same feeling as you flopped onto your respective beds in your respective apartments:

You now had the weight of the world on your shoulders.

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The FBI agent in your phone was probably terrified. You went from being an average, phone-using teen, to being a complete stalker, notes and news apps taking over your storage- all to make sure you'd never miss a story. Moreover, you'd done all this within the last two hours.

With the exponentially rising expectations from your classmates, you made a promise to yourself that you wouldn't let anyone down. That started today: the day of the Spider-Man's Secrets debut.

Just as you lay back on your bed, back sore, you come to the realization that all of these precautionary apps would only give you the scoop after the incident. AKA: not soon enough. You groan, rolling off your bed and slipping on your shoes, grabbing your keys and making your way out of the apartment.

While hadn't necessarily wished to be walking through the streets of Queens as the sky darkened, part of it was kind of peaceful. If you ignored your paranoid thoughts.

Nonetheless, you thought, if you were to get attacked, the man of the day would show up, right?

A sigh falls from your lips as you round the corner, figuring you'd go to Delmar's and get a sandwich. And pet Murph.

Your plans are foiled when you stop in your tracks at the sight of Spider-Man battling some robbers in the bank. Even though your eyes widened, you let out a small laugh- the robbers were wearing Avengers masks. How nice for Tony Stark's image.

The whole situation looked like one of those weird money-tornado things you'd seen at arcades. You rip your phone out of your pocket and begin recording just as a purple beam shoots out of the bank, streaming in a haphazard circular shape and nearly hitting you. A yelp elicits from your mouth as you duck. When you rise, the robbers are gone, and Delmar's is on fire.

"Holy shit," you gasp, checking to make sure your phone is still recording.

You felt a little stupid as you ran over to the building, phone in the air like a goddamn touristic maniac.

"Ma'am, I'm gonna need you to get out of the way, it's-"

You feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back. You begin to wriggle out of the grasp before you turn your head and meet eyes with Spider-Man. The large white eyes of the mask widen, as do yours.

"It's, um," he clears his throat, lowering his voice and using a Jersey accent, "too dangerous."

In a flash, he's gone, leaping through the broken window and yelling for Mr. Delmar, voice back to its high state. You're stunned, not having expected to have gotten that lucky on your first night, as well as from the state of the building you had loved so much. You stay there, standing at the edge of the sidewalk, chewing nervously on your nails as you wait for Spider-Man to run back out, hopefully with Mr. Delmar and Murph.

You had a job to do.

A relieved sigh leaves your lungs at the sight of the hero helping Mr. Delmar out, handing him Murph with such a careful and cautious demeanor that gives the hero so much humanistic personality that it practically knocks you out.

You knew you were one to notice body language, but watching someone without being able to see their face only amplified them. You watch silently as Spider-Man hangs his head as he walks away from the scene, looking tired, ashamed almost. People begin gathering around the building, videoing and a few going over to Mr. Delmar and lending him support. A ping of guilt rings through your veins before you remind yourself of your job.

"Excuse me?"

He stops, turning around. Reporters begin pulling up in large news vans.

"I have a few questions."

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The only time you'd ever flown was at the airport. Or in your dreams. But never this way.

Your heart was still racing, despite having landed on the roof of some building almost a full sixty seconds ago.

"Sorry, but could we hurry this up? I kinda, uh, need to get home," he says, hints of paranoia lacing his words.

"Yeah, sorry, just, you know, have never swung on a fucking web multiple stories up before," you nod, pursing your lips and instantly regretting your harshness. "Sorry."

He nods. You pull up the voice recorder app on your phone and hit the button. A rush of awkwardness hits you.

"So, uh, Spider-Man: tell me about yourself."

"Well," he scratches the back of his neck nervously. His voice is deep, with that same rich Jerseyan accent. You don't buy it at all. "I'm, well, I'm Spider-Man. I like.. helping... people?"

"Uh, yes-" you blurt, nodding your head. You didn't want to completely bombard him, you wanted to just intro him and get some exclusive information. "How did you get your powers?"

He goes on to explain that he was bitten by a radioactive spider. Luckily for you, he goes off on a tangent, ranting about how weird it was and what exactly his powers were. You smile every time you notice his accent and deep voice slip into something that sounded more natural- higher, but natural.

Based off of the hints of his voice alone, you'd guess he was anywhere from 12-18 years old.

"And then I would wear like super big shirts to school to try and hide it because I didn't want to look suspiciously stronger--"

"School?" you interrupt.

"Oh, uh.. yeahhhumIgottago!" he blurts before awkwardly backing up, jumping off the building and swinging away.

A smile creeps onto your face. Enough to satisfy your classmates.

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"Luckily, I was able to catch the hero right after the incident, and he swung me with him to the top of a building for privacy from other news stations and police officers," you smile, ignoring how Jason was bouncing excitedly next to you, eager for information. He was a prime example of the excitement going on around the school.

"Spider-Man received his powers from a bite from a radioactive spider, and gained his new skills over night. Reportedly, he woke up with defined and large muscles, giving him the physique you can catch while he swings by. He has super senses that can detect any form of danger, 'sticky' hands and feet, and crafts his own webs that have been incorporated into his suit, given to him by Tony Stark, aka Iron Man. Here's a vocal clip from our interview!"

Normally, the sound of the announcements would be substantially muffled by the sounds of kids moving everywhere and chattering, but not anymore. Now, students grouped around the TVs, whispering. Peter had tried so hard to ignore your voice while not seeming suspicious.

But, as soon as he heard his own voice through the speakers, the announcements had his full attention.

He was relieved that you'd used a clip in which he'd been lowering his voice and using an accent, but there was a second in there where your masked voice slipped. Not good.

The boy suffered through the school day, ignoring the gossip of students, including Ned. Not to mention MJ suspiciously eyeing him during lunch. Either she had a crush, or she knew something. Peter suspected the latter.

As soon as the bell rang, he darted out of the doors, going to his usual hiding spot and changing, swinging as quickly as he could to the Stark Tower. The boy landed at the front steps, bending over and panting for a second before mustering up more energy and running up to the door, ringing the buzzer as many times as he could.

"Welcome to Stark Tower," F.R.I.D.A.Y. said, monotone. "Identification, please."

"Peter Parker," he pants, pulling up his mask and looking into the camera.

"Unknown identity. Access denied."

A buzzer rang off and the boy frowned.

"Let him in, F.R.I.," Tony yells from inside, walking over and opening the doors. "Hey, Pete."

"Hi, Mr. Stark. Why wouldn't it let me in?"

The two walk into the main entrance.

"No reason."

"What?"

"I just have a different name for you in the program, that's all. If the name doesn't match the face, the doors don't open."

"What name do you have for me, then?"

Tony sighs, hints of mischievousness in his eyes. "Underoos. Can't believe you wouldn't think of that."

"Got it, sorry," Peter nods, clutching the mask in his hand. "I need you to put a voice changer in my suit."

+ + +

You were starting to get a bit worried. Spider-Man had started using a voice changer in his suit, and when you asked about it, he said he'd heard about you using his voice in a school announcement, and he needed to maintain anonymity.

Of course, this had taken a toll on you.

Not only did it lessen your chances of figuring out who this kid was, but it made you feel bad. After all, you were disrespecting a hero's privacy, trying to expose them to a mass of teenagers. And all he was doing was trying to protect the very place you lived in.

You'd managed to catch him at just about every incident he'd been in, but each time, he got less and less open about everything. You were running out of questions that you deemed fairly respectful, and he became very closed off, and for good reason.

If you exposed him, he'd be much more susceptible to attackers, who'd then be able to hurt the people he loved. You sigh as you begin your walk home from school, wracking your brain for more questions. You'd dug yourself into some deep shit.

A flash of red and blue pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Spider-Man!" you yell, eyes widening when you notice a few people look at you and then divert their attention to him, gasping. You mutter a profanity before jogging over to where he'd landed on top of a traffic light. "I have a few questions."

"Yeah, of course you do."

As if the deep and robotic voice wasn't cold enough already. You hear a loud sigh at your perplexed expression, and before you know it, you were flying again, landing a bit harshly on the roof of another building.

"Ouch, okay."

"Sorry," you hear him mutter. "Off the record?"

You nod and watch as he presses a button on his wrist.

"Look-"

A smile begins creeping on your face at the sound of his normal voice, but you bite it back.

"- I don't know why you're doing this. What I do know, though, is that you're trying to expose my identity to a large group of highschoolers. Do you realize how much trouble that could cause me, Y/N? I mean-"

"Shut up-" you interrupt harshly. "You know my name?"

"What? No, I, uh-"

"You just said my name."

"It was a wild guess!"

"The fuck do you mean a wild guess?! Do you go to Midtown?"

Even the mask can't hide his panic. Holy shit.

"Look: exposing me would literally ruin my life. I need you to shut this down. All of it."

"I would if I could," you say, exasperatedly. "I don't know whether you go to my school or you somehow stalked me and found my name, but: I'm a reporter for the Midtown Tech daily morning announcements. I made a promise to my classmates that, given the craze about you, I'd try and discover your identity. It blew up, way more than I expected. I have the weight of the world on my shoulders now; I can't give this up! Everyday, at least one person comes up to me and asks about you."

"You do realize that, by exposing me, you'd cause more trouble than by just letting it go?"

You're silent for a moment. He's right.

"I'll figure something out."

+ + +

"Yesterday, when I approached him yesterday, Spider-Man swung us onto another rooftop for another private discussion, in which he answered more questions."

Lying stung you like a bitch. Off the record, you remember.

"The hero claims that he's working on becoming an Avenger, training with the current members so that he can be on the team. Unfortunately, that's all he was able to tell me last evening, as he claimed he had something to do and swung away."

You sigh when the red light turns off, slipping out of your chair and over to where MJ sat. You grabbed your bag and began walking away.

"Was all of that true?" she asks as she follows you out. You nod. "You sure? Because something was off about it."

"It's all true, MJ, I'm just tired."

Peter's face was scrunched up, confused as he watched you on the screen, explaining about Spider-Man's supposed plans to join the Avengers. And then it clicked.

You were actually helping him.

After everything that'd happened, he'd half expected you to just full out expose him. To take your assumptions and spill them all over the school, telling everyone that Spider-Man was a student at Midtown Tech who knew your name. Peter hated how good at correctly assuming you were.

Thankfully, though, everyone bought it.

"Yo, did you hear that?"

"Hmm?" the boy hums, raising his eyebrows and looking over at Ned.

"Spider-Man's going to be an Avenger!"

"Yeah, that's, uh, that's really cool," Peter smiles, trying to match Ned's optimism. The smile drops slightly when he sees you walk past.

+ + +

You found a loophole. Upon reading all the comments on your Spider-Man link from announcements, you decided to start interviewing random students to get the content you needed.

All throughout lunch, you'd been pulling kids aside- Cindy, Liz, Betty, Flash. A sigh falls from your mouth as Flash walks away (with a bit too much pride for having just gushed about the hero), and you look around the cafeteria for more people.

You meet eyes with Peter Parker.

"Peter," you call, waving him over.

He mutters a word May wouldn't approve of, patting Ned on the back before trying to mentally crush his anxiety. He begins to sweat.

"Can I interview you for my segment on the morning announcements?"

All he does is give you a slight smile and nods. You knew Peter was quiet, but you'd think he'd be a bit less cold.

"So, Peter, have any guesses as to who Spider-Man may be?"

He was trapped. The boy stood in front of you, silent, mouth slightly ajar.

"Peter?"

"I don't know," he blurts. You freeze.

"What was that?"

He trips over his words. "Oh, uh, nothing, I didn't-"

"Holy shit," you whisper. You could've been making a complete fool of yourself acting so dumbstruck, but you'd be damned if you didn't just crack the code.

"Y/N, I-"

"So, Peter," you clear your throat, giving him a look. "Who do you think it is?"

"Flash."

An ungodly-sounding laugh bubbles out of your chest, causing him to laugh too. The two of you share a knowing look.

"Thank you for your response."

+ + +

You hated the dark. It always made you paranoid. And, while the lights from all the stores and streetlamps helped, it wasn't the same as daylight. Anything could happen in New York.

You also hated how right you were about that.

You were on your way back from doing some brainstorming about how you'd continue the segment at Delmar's when you heard a rustle in the bushes. While it was your stereotypical horror movie sound, it still creeped you out. You couldn't out-walk it, though. A pair of hands wrapped around your body and began pulling you backwards.

Shit.

A loud yelp elicits from your mouth before a hand wraps around it too, and you try to wriggle out of the strong grasp. You manage to get a hand free, wrapping it around their wrist and twisting it off of your face before spinning around, meeting a dark pair of eyes underneath a generic "robber" mask.

"HELP," you yell, kneeing the guy in his crotch, finally freeing yourself as he falls to the ground. You'd never run so fast. The sound of footsteps behind you gets closer, but stops with the sound of hard impact and a groan. You stop and turn around.

Spider-Man is there, giving the guy a final punch in the jaw before webbing him to the wall and backing up, pressing a few buttons on his suit before looking up at you.

"How predictable and cliche," you sigh, rubbing your arm.

The sound of sirens begins wailing in the distance.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so-"

"Here," he says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to a rooftop, coincidentally, the one belonging to your apartment building.

"You sure have a knack for swinging me onto rooftops, don't you?"

"There's never anyone on them, so," he shrugs. You smile slightly- his voice masker is off. You were right.

You walk over to the edge, sitting down and dangling your legs over the edge. He joins you.

"Hey, um, if you could maybe not-"

"Don't worry, Peter. I won't," you say, looking over at him reassuringly. He sighs.

"Guess I can take this off now."

You watch as he pulls off the mask, taking a deep breath and shaking out his curls. You don't let yourself stare and instead just smile, looking down beneath the two of you.

"That's my apartment," you point down, slightly to the right at the fire escape.

He looks up at you in surprise and the wind gets knocked out of you. You'd never seen Peter Parker the way you did right now. He'd always been this mellow kid, yeah, cute, but sort of... in the background. A nerd (but that wasn't a bad thing). Now, though, he was in his element. The moon hitting him just right, his curls messy from his mask. He wasn't afraid of being judged because nobody was around, and he was wearing a suit that made him who he always wanted to be: a hero.

"No way! My apartment is literally right across from yours!" he says, excitement and facial expressions reminding you of a puppy. He pointed his window out, and sure enough, it was just about right across from yours as far as you could tell.

You don't know what to say, so you just smile instead, letting a little laugh out.

"So, uh," you breathe, "I'm not sure exactly what I'm gonna do about the whole Spider-Man's Secrets thing, but I won't expose you."

"Thank you," Peter sighs, voice accompanied with relief and a crooked smile.

"Maybe I can tell everyone that you're just too good. Like, you've got titanium walls all around you."

"Heh, yeah."

He looks over at you and smiles.

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EPILOGUE - NOTE:: some of the details of this may not make complete sense, nor line up with the plot of the movie in which this takes place. the point still gets across, so please don't make any rude comments lol- i did the best i could!

"I managed to send the Elemental back into the dimensional rift, but I don't think I'm gonna make it off this bridge alive. Spider-Man attacked me for some reason. He has an army of weaponized drones, Stark technology. He's saying he's the only one who's gonna be the new Iron Man, no one else."

"What the fuck?" you mutter. Peter would never say that.

You gasp at the video. Sure enough, Peter's standing there, confirming a fatal drone attack. Screams ring off in the distance and you practically choke.

"There you have it, folks. Conclusive proof that Spider-Man was responsible for the brutal murder of Mysterio!"

You sneer at the screen, the sight of J.J. Jameson making you angry. That man always got angry over the smallest things. You get on your phone to text Peter but stop. More footage from Mysterio begins playing.

"Spider-Man's real... Spider-Man's real name is... Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker," he chokes out.

You jump as Peter's school picture fills your TV screen.

"Holy fucking shit," you mutter, heart racing.

This is not right.

+ + +

He didn't answer you at all. None of your texts, none of your calls. Hell, you almost went over to his apartment, but you didn't remember his new address, since he and May moved after the Blip.

The two of you had become extremely close ever since you'd found out his identity, hanging out whenever you could. It was beyond unlike him to not answer you.

You sprinted into the news room. It was less than 24 hours after Peter had been exposed, and he was everywhere. Social media, news stations; hell, his picture was all over Times Square. And everything they were saying was all wrong.

"Mr. Harrington!"

The man spins around, startled.

"Oh! Good morning, Y/N-"

"I need you to start taping right now. Abe! You know how to hack, right? Broadcast this all over Times Square and every news station you can," you pant. The kid sits up in his seat, brushing Pop Tart crumbs off of his jeans and nodding with a smile.

"What is this all about?" Mr. Harrington asks as he moves over to the camera, cautious.

"You'll see."

You sigh as you sit in your seat, looking over at Abe. It takes a minute, but as soon as he gives a thumbs up, Mr. Harrington hits record.

"Hi. My name is Y/N L/N, and I am a student of Midtown School of Science and Technology, as well as a reporter for our daily announcements and an affiliate of Peter Parker. As I'm sure you all know, it was reported yesterday by the Daily Bugle that Spider-Man's secret identity is a boy named Peter Parker, and that Spider-Man is a so-called 'selfish murderer.' Well, I'm here to tell you that none of this is true. I know, I'm just a highschooler, but having to write several research papers for this school has taught me how to provide a statement with legitimate backup. That's what I'm here to do today.

"Mysterio, who's real name is Quentin Beck, was introduced to the world as a hero, fighting off creatures called Elementals that wrecked havoc throughout Europe. When one of these Elementals reached London, the footage shown yesterday was of Spider-Man and Mysterio on the London Bridge amidst chaos. Not only was that video altered to turn the blame on Spider-Man, but a creature called a Skrull is actually Spider-Man. Upon speaking with the head of SHIELD, I was given information on these creatures- they can shapeshift into whatever they want to be, as long as they've seen the organism before.

"Now, how do I know all this? One: after doing some light research on Quentin Beck, I discovered that he'd been fired from Stark industries in the past for his controlling and manipulative behavior. That'd explain his reasoning and desire for power. Two: upon asking a classmate of mine- who's an absolute prodigy in the field of computer technology and video- to review the given footage, they were able to find two small glitches in the footage that revealed the real video underneath, and further, unmask it completely. Abe, the video should be in your inbox. Pull it up and broadcast it, please."

You let out a deep sigh as you hear typing, then the sound of the real video.

"EDITH, turn off the drones."

The video clip finishes and the camera focus returns to you. "Now, I don't have complete proof on me about the identity claim I've made. But, as soon as the head of SHIELD gets back to me, I can prove it. What you do have confirmed, though, is that Mysterio was the problem. Spider-Man did nothing, other than do what was best for the safety of others. I have all the evidence lined up for you, and it's up to you to believe it. A message for you, Mysterio- if you're still alive- and your affiliates: don't mess with kids from Midtown Tech. We know what Spider-Man stands for, and so does the rest of the world. Trying to mess up his reputation from the grave doesn't help anyone. Sincerely, Y/N L/N and the students of Midtown Tech. As well as Peter Parker, who feels pretty attacked right now for no good reason. Have a great day!"

You smile into the camera before Mr. Harrington turns it off. You hadn't noticed them come in, but everyone on the news team had come into the room, all of them silent, dumbstruck. And then they started clapping.

You give them a tired nod and grin before grabbing your bag, saying hi to MJ and walking out. Thankfully, school hadn't started yet, but students were starting to arrive. You enter the bathroom and stare into the mirror, hoping you didn't just fuck everything up even more.

Your phone buzzes and Peter's contact picture (one of him in Hello Kitty pajamas, sticking his tongue out at the camera) fills your screen. You hurriedly answer.

"Peter! Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Janitors closet, 300 hall. Knock when you're here."

Butterflies flutter through your body as you run through the hallway, ignoring the weird looks from the couple that always shows up early to makeout against the lockers. You find the closet and knock, looking around to make sure nobody could see. The door opens and a hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you inside.

You gasp, balancing yourself, and Peter shuts the door behind you.

His appearance surprises you. He's the face of depression and hopelessness. Dark bags fill the space beneath his eyes, which are red from tears. The look makes you hate the world.

"Are you okay?"

"I am now," he breathes. "the news is buzzing about what you did. They got confirmation from Nick about what you said and, sure enough, every news station is broadcasting your claims with full evidence. Everyone's believing it and apologizing. Thank you."

You smile weakly and wrap your arms around him. "I did what I had to do."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he mutters into the crook of your neck. The scent of your perfume makes him feel all tingly inside, the softness of your skin making him never want to stop holding you. You felt the same way.

"Ditto."

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THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME CHAPTER 20/38

Rating: Mature

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Start at the Beginning

Maggie is confused, Kara is busy, and Alex is taking a boat tour of a river in Egypt.

Thanks to @ifourmindbeso for her great work as a beta. Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.

Chapter 20 – Building the Brand

Kara touched the button on the holoprojector and the green screens behind her disappeared, replaced by the interior of one of the guest lounges in Sanctuary. The backdrop was chosen carefully. The room could have been part of any structure anywhere on Earth. It was unusual only in the curved walls, circular floor plan, and the paintings hung on the walls. One of her and Kal’s fathers, Zor-El and Jor-El standing together in their science guild robes. There was one of Lara holding Kal, and one of Kal sleeping on the couch with Krypto curled around him, and another of Lara holding Kal, with Jor’s arm around them both, and Krypto at their feet. The painting of her mother and Astra, as well as the paintings of her with her mother and father, and her with Astra were carefully kept out of frame of the projection. She wanted to share as much as she could with the world, but there were limits, having Astra’s face plastered all over YouTube would make it impossible for her aunt to ever have a civilian identity.

“You ready?” Wilma asked.

Kara nodded. “As long as my cape is on straight,” she said.

“You look fine,” Marcus said. “After all, I did your makeup.”

Kara and Wilma both laughed and Wilma reached over and gave Marcus a bit of a shove, then hit the record button on the camera.

Kara fixed her gaze on the camera and smiled.

“Good morning YouTubers,” she said. “Supergirl here, bringing you the first of what I hope will be a number of videos. Now, I’m sure right now a lot of you are asking why I’m taking the time to do YouTube videos instead of flying around helping people, and that’s a great question. The thing is, I can do both. Even my cousin doesn’t spend all of his time flying around in his cape, and just like him, I’m able to use my super hearing to listen for trouble in the city while I take a minute to talk to you about things that are important. On top of that, the wonderful people at Catco have offered to edit the videos for me, and help me out by moderating the comments section, so I can devote more time to helping people.

“Some of you may also ask why I want to do these videos in the first place, or why Catco’s helping me set up a Facebook page, an Instagram account, and a Tumblr. After all, my cousin doesn’t have them. Neither does Batman or Wonder Woman. So, why me? Why am I taking the time?

“My cousin once said, when asked what he stands for, ‘Truth, Justice and the American way.’ I think that’s a wonderful sentiment. My mother was an Adjudicator. Truth and Justice were her purpose and goal in everything she did. To see my cousin take up that mantle warms my heart, and makes me feel like a bit of my mother lives on in him. And the American ideal is a good one. A place where everyone is free, where we come together, regardless of race, creed, or place of birth, and work together to build a better life and a better future.

“But that’s not why I put on this suit. I wasn’t sent here to carry on my mother’s fight. You don’t need me for that. You already have police officers, lawyers and judges working to ensure justice is done. You already have people like Cat Grant, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Vicki Vale and Perry White working to find the truth. What I believe this world needs more of is compassion. Someone to lend a hand, to help when we’re in need, and to offer hope that that we can make it through today, and that tomorrow will be better.

“My cousin once told Lois Lane that this symbol means hope, and he’s right. In one of the languages of my homeworld, it is the glyph for the word hope. But more than that, it’s the Coat of Arms of the House of El, and it stands for our Motto. El Mayarah. It means Stronger Together. I believe that with all my heart. That we are stronger together than we are apart. That we can help each other and give each other hope. That hope is stronger than fear, and the only way we can move forward.

“That’s why I put on this suit. That’s why I’m out there. That’s what I believe in. Hope, help and compassion for all. Human, or alien. That’s what I want these videos to be about. A way to reach people I can’t just by flying around the city. A way to remind people that someone cares, and a way to remind people that all it takes for them to be a hero, is to care, to reach out and offer a helping hand, or a shoulder to lean on when someone needs it.

“Now, I’m sure there are those of you out there who are going to say that this is nothing but a publicity stunt. There are already people out there who are questioning my motives, asking why I’m doing the things I’m doing. To those people, I want to say this. If you don’t want me here, if you don’t want me in the skies above National City, or in the streets helping people, then do better. Make the world better. Make a world that doesn’t need me or my cousin. Make a world that doesn’t need Wonder Woman or Batman. We would all love to live in a world that doesn’t need us, where we don’t hear cries for help, or sirens in the distance.

“For the rest of you, that’s all for this video. I’m Supergirl Zor-El here on YouTube, Facebook, and Google+, SupergirlZorEl, no spaces or dashes, on Tumblr and Instagram, and @SupergirlZorEl on twitter. Also, if you’re interested in information about my homeworld of Krypton, check out my website at kryptonremembered.com. It’s got everything from a full Kryptonian encyclopedia, to an archive of Kryptonian music, recipes for how to make traditional Kryptonian food using Earth ingredients, a library of Kryptonian literature, and even courses that will teach you how to speak, read and write Kryptahniuo, which was our main language, and Kandorian, Vath, Twenx, Urrikan, and Lurvanish, the five classical languages spoken on Krypton prior to the planetary unification. All the content is available for free, in fifty different languages.

“Until next time, may Rao light your way.”

“And we’re out,” Wilma said.

Kara smiled. “How was that?”

“Good,” Wilma said. “I want to do one more take, just to be safe.”

Kara nodded. “Okay.”

Supergirl @SupergirlZorEl 15 Nov 2015

Good morning to the people of National City, human and alien alike. #elmayarah

From Instagram

(image of argo city)

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I know it’s cheating a bit, but for my first Instagram post, I wanted to share something really special. This is a picture of Argo City near sunset. According to the time stamp, it was taken about five Kryptonian days, or ten Earth months before I was born. The tall building in the middle of the image is the House of El’s Argo City Tower. You can actually see my childhood bedroom in this picture. And off to the left, you can see the Citadel, where my mother worked with other Adjudicators to bring justice to our world.

November 15, 2015

“I’m not sure whether to be proud or jealous,” Kara said as she leaned back in the chair, a smile on her face. “The YouTube video’s only been up for two hours, and Supergirl’s already topped half a million followers.”

“Did you really think our girl would do any less?” Cat asked, causing Kara to jump a bit. She turned around, looking away from the bank of displays she’d been looking at, and forcing herself not to smile as Winn scrambled to take his feet down off his desk.

“I wasn’t sure,” Kara said. “She’s got a good message, but she’s only been around a few weeks.”

“True,” Cat said, with a slight tip of her head in acknowledgement, “but in that time, she’s managed to save a plane from certain disaster, foil a bank robbery, prevent a disaster at the docks, took down a villain that her cousin couldn’t defeat on her first try and kept a cruise ship from going down in the middle of National City Harbor. Not to mention what she did at the Gala.” Cat raised her index finger and gave it a little wag. “No, our girl’s star is definitely on the rise. The public is hungry for Supergirl, and she’s using that so well, it’s almost like she learned it from me.”

Kara knew she was blushing and couldn’t quite meet Cat’s eyes. She could feel the pride radiating off Cat, and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to kick herself to make it stop, but she couldn’t help it. The other Cat, the Cat in the original timeline, had offered praise so rarely that when she did, it had always had a profound impact. In that timeline, Cat had left, and she’d come back only to die in the Battle of CatCo Plaza. She’d always wondered if things would have been different if she told Cat. Oh, there wasn’t any doubt in her mind that Cat had known in the other timeline, just like there was no doubt in Kara’s mind that Cat knew in this timeline.

The difference was, this time, when Cat finally confronted her with it, she wasn’t going to lie.

“Now,” Cat said. “I believe I was promised a tour.”

Kara looked up, and this time she did meet Cat’s eyes. “Of course, Ms. Grant.” She stood up and led Cat towards the studio. “We’ve got the studio for the YouTube videos set up in here. I just used CatCo’s standard rapid-deployment studio package…”

Kara sat down on the sofa opposite Cat in Cat’s office as Kaldur’ahm carried in a pair of trays. One of them held Cat’ usual sushi order, while the other held a small family-sized Chef’s sampler, and two orders of pot stickers.

“I hope you didn’t have plans for lunch,” Cat said as Kaldur’ahm set the trays down.

“No,” Kara said. “Nothing urgent. And if something comes up…” she held up her phone, “people know how to reach me.”

“Good,” Cat said, then waited as Kaldur’ahm finished setting the trays down, and left Cat’s office. “I have to say, you did a good job finding Jacob.”

“Jackson,” Kara said, “but you already know that.”

Cat just smirked as she reached for her chop sticks. “I’m impressed. You put together an entirely new department in the span of five days. I wouldn’t have bet you could get the construction permits cleared in under two weeks.”

Kara shrugged. “I know people,” she said. “Some of them are on board with what Supergirl is trying to do. A little bit of judicious name-dropping, a little bit of helpful arm-twisting here and there, and some careful horse-trading.”

“Hmmm… I’d be curious as to what kind of horses were being traded.”

Kara picked up a pot sticker. “One of my contacts may have traded the design for a meta-human containment system to the city in exchange for expediting the permitting process.” She tossed the pot sticker in her mouth, moaning softly as she bit into it.

“That’s quite a trade.”

Kara nodded. “A good one,” she said. “National City PD gets something it needs, and so do we. Everyone wins.”

Cat smiled at her. “You keep surprising me. I still don’t think I’ve figured out just how badly I’d underestimated you.”

Kara laughed as she started mixing wasabi into her soy sauce. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said.

“You should,” Cat replied. “I hope you don’t mind working over lunch. I have the initial proposals in from the first batch of licensed Supergirl merchandise, and I wanted to go over them.”

“Okay,” Kara said. “Any trouble with the requirements she put down on the clothing and toy makers?”

“The clothing companies were fine with it, though they wanted to get the standard sizes out right away and release the plus sizes after they had time to do a study on how high demand would be.”

“You shut that down, right away?”

Cat nodded. “I told them exactly what Supergirl said. Everything launches together, or not at all.”

“And the toy makers?” Kara asked.

“Confused,” Cat said. “They had no idea why she insisted on multiple ethnicities for the Supergirl dolls, and they balked when they saw the percentages she insisted on, but when I threatened to take the license elsewhere, they folded like a cheap suit.”

“Good,” Kara said. “We’ll probably get a lot more proposals from them once they work their way through the Encyplopedia. Especially when they get to the section on Garata.”

“What’s that?” Cat asked.

“Supergirl said it was like soccer, with dragons.”

Cat grinned. “Well, whatever charity she eventually designates, they are going to make an awful lot of money.”

“We might have an answer on that soon,” Kara said. “She’s apparently meeting with Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince while they are in town to discuss work with the Wayne Foundations and the Artemis Society.”

“Our girl is going to be awfully busy, between making videos, taking meetings, and rescuing kittens. I hope she isn’t taking on too much.”

Kara reached for another pot sticker, avoiding Cat’s eyes this time. “I worry about that too,” she said. “But I get the impression that she’s got good people backing her up, and she’s being careful to try and build a solid support network that can handle everything except the actual punching and flying.”

“What about the other aliens. The ones that showed up to the Gala? Supergirl’s Aunt and Uncle?”

Kara looked up from her food, staring at Cat for a moment, before looking down and picking up a piece of spicy tuna roll with her chopsticks. “She’s not ready to talk about that just yet.” She dipped the sushi in soy sauce and popped it into her mouth, chewing slowly, then swallowing. “I know a lot of the news outlets are buzzing about it, but I think she might be willing to address that in another interview soon. Maybe we could even talk her into letting us tape it for a joint release on her YouTube channel and on CatCo’s.”

“You think she’d do a live interview?” Cat asked.

Kara shook her head. “No. Definitely not.” She frowned when she saw the way Cat’s face fell. “Ms. Grant, I don’t think it’s a matter of trust. I think she’s afraid that it might provoke an attack on CatCo. Reactron attacked her while she was pulling people out of a wrecked bus. If someone knew where she was going to be for a long period of time, they might attack just to get at her. That’s why she brought in the hologram projector for her video. She doesn’t want anyone to know they’re being taped in this building.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Cat admitted.

“Considering how many times the Daily Planet has been attacked by someone looking for Superman, I’m sure it’s something she’s given a lot of thought,” Kara said. She looked into Cat’s eyes, making sure Cat understood the weight of her words. “She’d never forgive herself if something were to happen to you, or anyone else here, because of her.”

Cat stared back at her for a moment, and Kara could feel how thin the pretense that Cat didn’t know was wearing. Part of her wondered if she should just say it, but something was holding Cat back. In the other timeline, Cat had confronted her as soon as she realized. Here, Cat knew, and Kara knew she knew. Neither of them were being subtle about it, but for some reason, Cat hadn’t pushed, and Kara wasn’t quite ready to throw aside that decision.

“Well,” Cat said, “for now, we’ll just have to respect her judgement on that.”

Kara nodded. “Of course.”

#supergirl #supercat #supercanary #sanvers #fanfiction #the shape of things to come #kara danvers #alex danvers #cat grant #maggie sawyer #sara lance #j'onn j'onzz #susan vasquez #lois lane #clark kent #james olsen #winn schott jr.#future shock

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Day 27. Bow Island, AB to Calgary, AB. 236 miles

Lots of trail riding. Riding on gravel, alongside irrigation canals and across open range before a dash to Calgary to try to beat the rain.

Bow Island was eerily quiet first thing with a grey sky, smoke not cloud. I notice as I pack yesterday's clothes that they have a woodsmoke smell. The smoke leaves a watery sun and an unclear shadow. It's also cooling and as I leave, after filling up with gas, the town's LED information sign reads 8.54am, 15°C.

The route started on tarmac which I don't mind at all. For some reason my heart is not in it yet. Perhaps it's an accumulation of the previous days' miles, the grey of the sky, the obvious signs that I am not yet quite clear of the plain or even the absence of people although the one person I see, a walker, gives me a cheerful wave.

I decide to slow down and to notice things. It's early, the day looks achievable and it's got to be fun.

There is a dark brown hawk with white underbelly quartering the edge of one of the giant crop circles irrigated by the circling radius of a metal hose. It is methodically examining the grasses at the edge, sometimes faltering in flight in a 'Is that something?' way.

One circular field contains bands of a crop I don't recognize but what catches my interest are the many orange tents set out across the dark green disc. I see more of these as the day unwinds. Only now do I know that the crop is hybrid canola, grown in rows (bays) with the 'females' in one row, and the 'males' in adjacent rows. No hybrid canola can be produced without bees. The orange tents are shelters for alfalfa leaf cutter bees which share the task of pollinating this particular crop with honey bees. This also accounts for the multi coloured layers of hives that from time to time I see stacked in a field corner. After pollination is complete, the 'male' rows of canola are mowed out, since they do not produce the desired type of seed.

The pavement gives way to the pea sized round gravel that I struggled with yesterday. I struggle with it today. The front end weaves and the bike twitches alarmingly. I am not enjoying it.

The TCAT never misses a chance to take detours it seems and I have to decide between a 20 mile loop and a 2 mile shortcut. I am a bit silly it seems because I take the bait and set off down the gravel trail. It's horrible and I begin to get angry with myself, with the TCAT route makers, with the day. I get even more frustrated because it seems the destination is an oil pumping station and a 200 metre stretch of rocky slope.

I am riding the next long, dull gravel road in a weird rage when I realise that the riding has become easier. I have learnt it seems to tolerate a larger range of apparent instability. I stop hanging onto the bars and let the bike do its job. I still need to look for the best line but I've got my confidence back.

Riding quicker now I ride into a flock of hundreds of martins that are sand bathing on the trail. The first birds scatter but the others are too slow to react and I'm surrounded by panicked wheeling birds.

I top up with gas at Vauxhall, another English name for Canadian towns to put alongside Hays, Verwood, etc. The only place with food is the gas station and I eat my double chocolate muffin, 2 bananas and a coffee sat on the rustic bench in front of the pumps. Almost all the customers are Hutterite men and women in plain clothing. There are children in their people carriers that I can hear but they are behind tinted windows.

Out of Vauxhall the trail begins to follow the Bow River main irrigation canal. It has a two line track on its bank and the day picks up, the sun comes out and there's lots of wildlife to see, drawn in by the water.

Another coyote breaks cover and darts across my path and into a field by leaping between the top two strands of a barbed wire fence. Majestic!

A family of geese have different strategies for escaping. One paddles, three fly but one submarines. Ducks take off and fly low to the mirrored water so that I can see an upside down image on each.

There are hawks of all shapes and sizes, herons, moorhens and attractive snipe like birds in black and white.

The paths are covered with grasses and purple flowering alfalfa. Small white butterflies fly around these and settle in ranks on the dirt. I am running over scores of them.

The resolution of the track is poor again and as the track determines which of the canal banks to ride on I have to be careful and more than once end up doubling back.

After the 15 miles of canal riding has gone the track takes me past a reservoir and onto open range. The road is little used and I am riding on a rutted grassy road when it heads towards a swampy section surrounded by black cows and calves. I decide to skirt it around some hillocks only to come face to face with the herd bull.

There are gates on the range and I recognise now how spoilt I have been with the cattle grids or Texas gates that I have met to date.

Coming off the range there is Milo, an attractive village with shops and saloons open. There is even a cafe, it serves a rib dinner Chinese style.

Finishing up the meal I walk out into the beginning of torrential rain. It looks like it might go off so inside I wait. It's 4.10 already and although I have ridden 155 good trail miles I have a lot to do. I then make up my mind to head for Calgary by pavement.

Satnav says 81 miles, arriving just after 6.00. The rain stops then but catches me out with the last 10 miles very wet. I am short on gas again and top up from my can only to once again find a gas station just a minute away.

The initial hotel reception is a bit short and they are unhelpful about my laundry. Then something changes because I get a call asking if they can do my laundry free of charge! In the restaurant my food order is mixed up. It's replaced and a complimentary dessert added. Nice to be in some luxury.

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charteredaccountantjanakpuri · 3 years

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45TH GST Council Meeting Discussion & Recommendations

A press release was issued concerning the 45th GST Council held on 17th September 2021 in Lucknow, chaired by the Honorable Union Finance & Corporate Affairs Minister Smt. Nirmala Sitharaman. The recommendations made in the council covered some reliefs in view of the COVID Pandemic situation, compensation cess utilization, changes in GST laws and procedures, interest on ineligible ITC and many more.

These recommendations would be given effect through issuing circulars and notifications as and when deemed fit.

Here, in this text, we have tried to briefly cover all the highlights of the said press release and other significant recommendations made by the council.

1: Relief measures, given the COVID Pandemic situation-

Concessional rates were being charged on some Covid treatment drugs up to 30th September 2021. The period now has been extended till 31st December 2021.

Rates on some other Covid treatment drugs would also be reduced to 5%.

2: A recommendation was also made to change the rates of some goods.

A list of goods was released mentioning the change in tax rates on goods like cancer medicines, Cartons, boxes, bags, packing containers of paper, Specified Renewable Energy Devices and parts, and some other items.

Mentha oil being supplied by an unregistered person would be covered under reverse charge mechanism, and in case of its export, refund of ITC should only be allowed against LUT.

The composition scheme would also cover brick kilns (threshold limit-Rs 20 Lakhs). Bricks without ITC would attract the rate of 6%, and with ITC would attract a 12% rate of tax.

3: A problem of accumulated ITC was faced by the dealers of footwear and textiles due to the wrong inverted duty structure on them. This incorrect inverted duty structure is now being rectified by changing the applicable rates of GST. This change would be brought w.e.f. 1st January 2022.

4: The council also had a discussion over the matter of petroleum products to be included or not under the purview of the GST Act. It was decided that it is not appropriate to take this step at this point.

5: Exemptions and change in rates of tax in case of a supply of services were also taken into account, and among them, some of the worth noting exemptions and changes were-

The exemption on the transport of goods by vessel or air from India to a place outside India has now been extended up to 30th September 2022

Electronic Commerce Operators (ECOs) are being made liable to pay tax on the following services-

1: Transport of passengers by a motor vehicle

2: Restaurant services (with some exceptions)

6: Clarifications in relation to rates on goods and services. Some important points to be considered are-

Coaching services to students provided by coaching institutes and NGOs under '‘Scholarships for students with Disabilities” are exempt from GST.

Supply of already manufactured ice-creams by ice-cream parlours would attract the rate of 18%

''Carbonated Fruit Beverages of Fruit Drink" and "Carbonated Beverages with Fruit Juice" would attract 28% of GST and 12% of Cess.

A uniform rate of 18% would be charged on all paper and paper board containers.

Overloading charges at toll plazas are exempt.

Entry tickets in amusement parks would now attract 18% GST, and if casino facilities are being provided, then the rate will be 28%.

Alcoholic liquor is not to be considered as food, and the job workers providing the services related to alcoholic liquor is liable to pay the tax at the rate of 18% instead of 5%.

A presentation was made on the issue of usage and exhausting of the compensation cess collection from June 2022 to April 2026. It was decided that the amount should be used in respect of the repayment of borrowings and debt servicing made to bridge the arising gap in 2020-21 and 2021-22. Council also thought it through to set up a group of ministers to look into the matter of inverted duty, rationalizing rates and exemptions under the GST Act.

ADVICE ON GST LAW AND PROCEDURE

Relaxation in filing FORM GST ITC-04 (Details of goods/capital goods sent to job worker and received back)-

1: The report is to be furnished once in six months, in case the annual aggregate turnover in preceding financial exceeds Rs 5 crores.

2: The report is to be furnished annually, in case the annual aggregate turnover in preceding financial is up to Rs 5 Crores.

Retrospective change in the law that the interest to be paid by a taxpayer will be on Ineligible ITC availed and utilized instead of ineligible ITC availed. The rate of interest will be 18% with effect from 01.07.2017A change may also be introduced in the provisions of transfer of unutilized ITC balance in cash ledger between distinct persons without going through the whole process of refund.

It was also discussed and decided to issue clarifications for removing ambiguousness through circulars for the taxpayers to benefit from. The issues and disputes are related to-

Scope of intermediary services

Interpretation of “merely establishment of distinct person” in case of export of services.

Some other clarifications related to debit note issuance date need of carrying a physical copy of tax invoices under Rule 48(4).

Provisions regarding procedure and time limit for filing refund of tax paid wrongfully.

FACILITATING AND STREAMLINING OF GST COMPLIANCES

1: Aadhar authentication has now been made mandatory for taxpayers wanting to take the refund and applying for revocation or cancellation of registration.

2: A refund of GST will be made in the same bank account to which the PAN is linked.

3: The late fee for Form GSTR-1 will now be auto-populated in the next return in Form GSTR-3B.

4: A registered person shall not be allowed to furnish FORM GSTR-1 if he has not furnished the return in FORM GSTR-3B for the preceding month. (w.e.f. 01.01.2022)

These recommendations were made after thorough deliberations and discussions. Many issues were brought up in view of the current COVID situation, problems related to GST structure, ambiguity and hardships that a taxpayer goes through. Many steps are to be taken which will prove to be beneficial and welcoming for the taxpayers.

The above-mentioned points were made only in the form of recommendations and are yet to be enforced through issuing notifications and circulars.

Authored by CA Manish Gupta & assisted by Khushi Khandelwal

For any queries or suggestions, reach at [email protected]

Disclaimer-The information given above by the author is to provide a general guidance to the readers. This information should not be sought as a substitute for legal opinion.

Source:https://www.manishanilgupta.com/blog-details/45th-gst-council-meeting-discussion-recommendations

#45TH GST Council Meeting #GST

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