#IT HAD NO BUSINESS BEING THAT SAF

[sweatervest-obsessed]

To Make Sure I Stay Sane

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: ~4k

TW: Blood, Torture, swearing, guns, police, violence, knives, trauma, slight ptsd but horrible coping mechanisms, mental illness, depression, ANGST.

A/N: I'm picturing season 4 Spence but y'all can picture whichever one you want. Inspired by Six Below by Flipturn! I thought y'all deserved an extra Spencer bit since I made you wait so long for the last one. A sweet treat if you will. Enjoy babes!!

I am a man on the run Running on two empty lungs Running from my own mind And things I hide inside Some call it sweet temptation

Only a handful of people get the extreme privilege of having their cover blown by the FBI, specifically the BAU, and even more specifically, Derek Fucking Morgan. 

If he had followed orders, and kept his mouth in line, then maybe this would have turned out better, maybe you’d be back in your house, checked in with your handler, and able to sleep for another night. But no. He pulls you over in the middle of the bar you worked at, and regardless of how hard you tried to get away from him, your efforts were ignored. He then ambushed you in the parking lot, trying to get you to listen. Talking to a fed could get you killed, and you were about to face that fear.

Freezers are quite comfortable when you’ve worked in the restaurant industry for long enough, but something about the way the mold perfumed the air in this one really seemed to bug the shit out of you. 

You had been trying to keep track–maybe 36 hours— of how long you had been tied to this chair. You’ve only seen three people, but considering you had seen so many places struggling for able bodies, having three goons to rotate watch on someone was very impressive to you. If you weren’t tied to the chair, and not an undercover fed, and it was a different life, maybe that third one would have been your type. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the freezer squeaking open, and a woman walked in.

“Safya…”

“Alice.” She nodded, pulling up a chair across from you. The slightly attractive goon left the room, closing the freezer door behind him.

“You know why you’re here…”

You shook your head. “No I–”

“--I’ll let you know when you can speak and defend yourself, yes?”

You nodded and she continued. “Now. I was told you had been speaking to the same FBI agent who’s been pushing doors open that should stay closed. Is this true?”

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“And what did he ask you?”

“About y-you, and about what you and I-I had been, um, doing together.” You licked your lips, trying to speed up your breathing–maybe you should have become an actress, and then all of this could be stopped with a simple shout from a director hiding behind some hidden cameras. 

“And what did you say exactly?” The gun on her thigh flashed as she leaned forward, catching the reflection of the singular light. 

“I told him I only knew you as a customer.” You looked at her, telling the honest to god truth. “That you we-were one of my regulars, and that was it. W-whatever your business is, is-is-isn’t my business.” 

She nodded. “Good good. It’s such a shame really…”

Your eyes widened. “W-what?” 

“Because I know you’re telling the truth. But if he was suspecting you, that means I have to let you go…” 

“Saf please, I-I-I’ll keep my mouth shut, I-’ll Never–”

“Stop.” You closed your mouth, panicking outwardly as you internally tried to come up with some sort of escape plan, or at least some way to tell your cat how much you were going to miss him. “You have three hours once I let you go, to disappear. Understood? If I so much as hear that you’re back, it’s over. Clear?” 

You nodded, suddenly formulating a completely different plan. If she watched you get into an unmarked van when you got out, you’d be fucked, completely. And you’d be jeopardizing the mission. 

So now, instead of getting to do your job, you had to change everything about yourself, and go into hiding without letting anyone know for at least a month, doing your best to let the investigation continue without you.

So that’s what you did. Packed up everything into a small suitcase, gave your cat of three years to the girl on the corner, and picked up your last paycheck, before disappearing to god knows where. Running away.  

Sometimes I don't trust myself Cameras on old empty shelves I live inside my brain To make sure I stay sane Good God, I think I need help

You had been fine, really, a month in some small town in the middle of Georgia, nowhere really. You had never been there before, but truthfully it was very peaceful, and across the country from your assignment. You had been there for only a month before Derek Morgan showed up at your door. 

You were in biker shorts, a large sweater for a top–very Princess Diana of you. It was slightly colder, since it was now March, but you weren’t up in the mountains, allowing you to have some sort of reprieve from the freezing winters you used to live with. 

Opening the door made you mad. You were glaring at him, and a man who seemed to be his partner. 

“You need to leave. Now.” You tried to slam the door, but Derek was quicker than you were, pushing the door open causing you to stumble back. Once the two of them were in your house, you quickly shut the door. The blinds and windows were never opened anyways, and the entrances and exits were all locked, save for the front door. 

“Listen here you motherfucker. Do you know how much you’ve ruined my life?! Because I could fucking tear you apart with my bare tee–”

“Woah, woah, calm down there Agent.”

His partner watched as you flinched at the title, having not heard it in over a month. 

“I don’t think you understand. If I’m seen with you here, I’m dead. Three years of my life, down the drain because you couldn’t take no for an answer. Not very consentual of you Derek. Get out of my house.”

His partner spoke up. “Don’t you want to know why we’re here?” 

“Not really, no.” 

“I’m sorry Agent Morgan blew your cover.” said the skinnier of the two, but you didn’t look at him, still glaring at the Agent in question. 

“Thank you so much. That makes everything sooo much better.” 

“We want to put you in protective custody.” 

That got you to tear your eyes away from Derek and look at the other agent. “I’m sorry, who are you?” 

“I-I-I’m Doctor Spencer, uh, Reid.” You raised an eyebrow, curious about his sudden stutter, his sudden nervousness. 

“What, are you not sure?” 

“N-No–Yes, I mean.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Something about flustering Doctor Reid made him seem incredibly endearing, almost cute. But if this was some other life, you meeting him could have been different and under much better circumstances.

“I’m sure that’s my name.” He mumbled, causing Derek to snort at Reid’s inability to look at you again. 

“You think that’s funny Derek? Ruining other people’s day to feel tough?” You crossed your arms, lips pursed, ready to deck this guy in the face. 

“Okay sweetheart—”

Before he could finish even his thought, you had him pinned down on the ground: face down, ass up. His arm was out straight behind him while you had a death grip on his wrist. Your knee was on his back, holding him in place as you whispered in his ear. “Call me sweetheart again and I won’t stop at just the arm lock. We clear?” 

Derek let out a groan and tried to shift under you, but you dug your knee a little further into the point between his shoulder blades. “What was that Agent Morgan?” 

“yes–Yes! Okay, jesus.” He grumbled, sighing in relief as you got off of him, looking over at Spencer. 

“Would you like something to drink, Doctor Reid? I have tea or coffee…water?” 

Spencer was simply dazed with the way you switched between agent and yourself, it was surely some skill you had to pick up while being in deep cover for three years. 

“Spencer?” 

“Y-Yes, sorry. Water would, uh, water would be good. Thank you.” 

That’s when you killed him, stopping his heart in one simple motion. 

It wasn’t even a full one, but the corner of your mouth lifted up, providing him with a glimpse of a genuine smile, a crack in the stone cold facade you placed to protect yourself. He smiled back as Derek got up, rubbing his wrist and grumbling in pain. 

“I assume you like black coffee Agent Morgan.” you called from the kitchen, to which all you got was a grumbled “yes, please.” followed by what seemed like a laugh from Reid. 

Spencer looked around the bare walls, the bare furniture. There were pictures around, sure, but they were of places you had visited, or at least pretended to. There was only one photo frame with a picture of yourself, and based on the edges, he could tell it was folded. From far away it seemed to be just a picture of you; your family hiding in plain sight. 

He picked up the image and tried to determine how old you were. All he knew was that this photo was taken at some sort of wedding. You were laughing, smiling, dancing. 

“I don’t know why I keep that picture anymore.” You spoke softly from the kitchen doorway. “Maybe it’s to remind me that I’m not just an echo of who I was before cover, ya know? I feel like I have to close her off sometimes.” You placed the mug down on the coffee table in front of Derek, along with a packet of sugar. (Derek was astonished that you had managed to deduce that about him). You also placed Spencer’s water down on the coffee table, sitting on the ottoman that was in front of the couch. “Sometimes I don’t trust myself. Feel like I have to keep her with me to make sure I stay sane. Like I constantly have to remind myself that I’m doing this bullshit for a reason.”

“That’s why we’re here.” 

You nodded at Derek, flashing a quick, but hard, smile in his direction. 

“You mentioned Witness Protection?” 

But they say: "oh to be young" Innocent of what's to come

Witness Protection felt like a fucking joke. They had moved you to D.C. so that your favorite, and least favorite, FBI Agents could keep an eye on you. They would check in periodically, calling you from across the same park, walking past you on the street, it was bullshit really. And they had these two idiot, beat cops staying outside of your house each night, with a second undercover bodyguard who followed you around no matter where you went. 

Suddenly you were more paranoid than before because now you knew people were watching you. Just because they claimed to be the good guys didn’t ease any sort of panic you felt. 

Good was subjective. Good for who?

But It was lonely. You were bored. 

You were young. You were hot. You wanted to go out. 

Obviously this was immediately vetoed by your favorite FBI agent, who was no longer your favorite at the moment. 

“You’re ridiculous if you think you’re losing your tail and sneaking off to a club. That is so unsafe Y/N. Do you even know how many people get kidnapped from clubs, especially women? It’s the perfect hunting grounds for rapists and killers and—”

“So come with me.” You bit the side of your cheek, trying not to smile too heavily at yourself in the mirror as you continued to fix up your hair. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Why not? You get to personally guarantee my safety, plus, you don’t have to drink. You can just be my chaperone. Please Spencer! I haven’t been allowed to go out for the past three and a half years.” 

You continued on when he started to protest again. “I’m going out Spence. Whether you come is completely up to you.” 

You took his prolonged silence as a victory. “Pick me up at 9 then Lover Boy.” You went to hang up the phone before quickly throwing in a “No sweater vests!”

Oh, to be beautiful, each mistake excusable Give into sweet temptation

Somewhere in between the phone calls and the quick brushes past one another, you had fallen for Spencer. The attention to detail, the way he knew everything under the sun and yet nothing at all, the way he would swipe his hand over yours as he sat on a park bench next to you, two companions posing as strangers. 

He would tell you the most fantastical stories, most of which came from what his mother used to read to him. Listening to the way he spoke, the way he would ramble on about anything you could possibly image. You could hear him sighing now, fantasizing about the night to come, the date you had set up for the both of you. He was never one to make the first move.

Which is why you suddenly became nervous at the idea of Spencer seeing you like this. Party girl outfit, hair done, makeup perfectly executed, tits out. Was this who you even were? What if Spencer saw you dressed like this and realized you were just some regular girl, and not this person he had been talking to for the past six months.

It’s not like you had time to change, considering there was knocking at your door, causing you to quickly exit the bedroom and open the door. 

 You barely had time to register who it was before a cloth was pressed over your mouth, and suddenly the world was black. 

So, tell me what do I do? Am I just playing a fool? That never learned to grow old And still has no self-control

Warm. It was too warm. Your eyelids were heavy, and you couldn’t bring yourself to open them just yet, but it felt like you were back in the southwest. Your wrists tried to circle, but failed stunningly considering they were zip tied behind your back on whatever shitty wooden chair you were stuck on. 

“She’s alive!” goosebumps. Your body entered fight or flight mode, immediately causing your eyes to pop open, squinting until they adjusted to the shitty lighting. 

“Safya.” You mumbled. “Long time, no see.” 

“You look so good dearest. What were your plans? Night on the town with that sweet Doctor?” 

You didn’t react, only looking straight ahead at her, mentally preparing yourself for whatever she was about to throw at you. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll get you to talk soon enough. You had to have assumed we would find you, I mean really. How foolish did you become? And lacking in such self control–it’s embarrassing.” 

You felt your entire world crumble, dissolve into nothingness. But your face stayed motionless, betraying nothing. All you could do was hope that Spencer was not far behind them, dealing with whatever it was that you had managed to get yourself into. 

I know what everybody knows Die young or you can grow old Until they bury you six below

There was a joke you had with your dad growing up: “Die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” He would crack that joke at you when you would shit on his old people music or when he would take away your phone because you were grounded. 

Part of you had never fully understood the meaning of the phrase until tonight. 

Your face was pristine, not a scar on it. 

The rest of your body? The same could not be said. 

It ached. You were exhausted. And somehow you barely remembered any of it, just knowing that sometimes she would use knives, other times you wouldn’t be so lucky. 

So when she placed the gun against your head, standing off against the BAU, you finally got it. The trauma, the scars, the emotional devastation. 

Even worse, you sighed out of relief when she did.

She had spent over thirty hours torturing you, except you had no idea of what day it even was, considering you were halfway here, mind retreating in on itself.

You had been investigating Safya for her innate tortures of those close to her–it’s why you were undercover in the first place. The deaths surrounding her were all genuine suicides, she would never touch them after they were released from the warehouse. But their tragic end was posted in the morning edition several days later. 

“It’s over.” You heard some man’s voice call out. It was stern. It sounded authoritative. If you wanted to open your eyes, you would’ve watched as the agents attempted to distract the woman, holding you tightly against her own body. 

It felt nice to stand after so long, your legs barely supporting you. The stinging sensation of the cuts and burns melded with the sensation of your legs waking up. Your mind was enjoying the feeling. Some sort of fucked up post-torture torture, enjoying the fact that you could still feel your legs. 

People were talking across you, but all you could do was fall into your mind further. This was a win-win for you. Safya shoots you, and boom–dead. Safya doesn’t surrender, and the likelihood of you being in the firing range, boom—dead. At least you’d be able to rest then, finally able to let the ache in your bones, in your mind rest. 

But then you heard his voice. 

That same voice that had kept you sane while you were hiding away from the world. The same voice that provided the only routine you were allowed. The same voice that talked to you from sundown to sun up, letting you relish in the knowledge he carried with him.

Spencer.

It was somehow still soft, but you could tell he was very serious at the moment. You aren’t sure what he said, but you started to laugh. It started small, your mouth twitching and laughing through your nose, but it grew and grew, until suddenly you were almost doubled over in laughter. 

The entire room was silent, except for the sound of you losing your mind. 

Safya released her hold on you, letting you drop to the floor, a small smirk across her face as the gun clattered to the ground. 

What a sight you must’ve been, barely holding your chest up with your arms, laughing maniacally into the ground. 

She had broken you. 

The smirk didn’t leave her face as SSA Derek Morgan roughly placed cuffs on her wrists and shoved her out of the warehouse. 

Your laughing didn’t stop for another whole minute. And Spencer waited. He sat next to you as your laughs slowly turned into sobs and your whole body collapsed into him. Your blood was all over the floor, all over the tools on the table she had, all over you. But he didn’t care. 

He just held you as you cried and cried into him, eventually willing to let the EMTs take a look at you, on the condition that Spencer held your hand the entire time. 

Once you were out of the warehouse, and stuck snugly in the back of a large, black SUV, Spencer beside you, you leaned your head against the window. There was no recognition as cars passed by, no jumping when horns blared, you just sat still, mind far off. 

Spencer held your hand the entire ride, but it didn’t feel like enough to bring that girl back you once knew. It didn’t feel like living was worth anything now that she had disappeared from your view. 

You saw the photo burn in your mind, watching as the flames consumed your smile, leaving you with nothing but a pile of ash and the pieces of a mind that might not ever be placed back together again. 

So you lived, but at what cost? 

Live long enough to tell your sons Things you learned when you were young So maybe I can have some self-control

Years later, you would sit in your new apartment, watching the sunset with a mug in your hands and a blanket around your arms. You unconsciously ran a hand up and down your thigh, feeling the healed marks and the scars that added texture in a place that should have felt smooth. 

Something in the sky told you the day would not stay as beautiful as it had started. Your phone beeped, a message from Spencer. 

He checked in with you every night he wasn’t home with you, letting you know he was okay, letting you know he was coming home to you. You quickly sent a text back, telling him you were excited for him to return tomorrow. 

You heard the footsteps before you saw the person they belonged to. Your name was said softly as you placed your phone down on the counter, picking up the little boy, who was still half asleep, wrapped in his dinosaur pajamas and dinosaur blanket. 

“What’s up bud.” You whispered, trying your best at the moment, considering your mind was somewhere far far away. 

What he ended up mumbling out was some varying words that eventually amalgamated to the fact that he couldn’t sleep. 

You nodded and kissed his head. “Want a story?” 

You felt his head nod as he curled into you, not three years old and still so small. You picked him up, carrying him back to his room, and placing him in his bed. You adjusted his nightlight, before picking up one of the thousands of books Spencer had gotten for your son. 

Once he was sound asleep, you placed a soft kiss on the crown on his head, and slowly snuck out of the room, leaving the door open a crack in case that story ended up not sufficing. 

You heard your phone go off, quietly running to pick it up before your child woke up again. 

“Hello?”

“She’s escaped” 

The exhale you let out was a shaky one. 

Spencer had been there to hand you piece after piece as you slowly placed yourself together again. He was there when you screamed in the middle of the night, and he was there when your eyes would flare dangerously with something more than hatred for the woman who had caused you such grief. You still barely wore skirts or shorts, opting to cover every inch you could whenever possible. Spencer watched as you struggled to stay put, mind wandering as far as it could. 

“Y/N?”

“Sorry. Sorry. Just…”

“I know. Spencer is flying home as we speak. I still wanted to call and let you know before hand. Just, uh…You know.” 

“Thanks Derek. I’ll see you soon.” 

It felt wicked. The smile that spreads across your face. And it felt even more devious when you pulled the bottle of champagne off of the shelf it was so beautifully perched on, waiting for a special occasion to pop its cork. 

You didn’t even grab a glass as you looked in the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back at you. You toasted to yourself, swinging out of the bottle, enjoying as the bubbles slid down your throat as you pulled a chair out into the hallway. You unlocked the top cabinet above the fridge where your son could never reach, and pulled out the gun you used all those years ago. 

Sitting in front of the only door in or out, all windows locked. Your safety was off, and the champagne made you feel invincible as you stared at the door, just waiting for her to knock on your door again, giving you the satisfaction of the opportunity to hurt her the same way she had hurt you. 

Self control had never been your strong suit anyways. 

Live long enough to tell your sons Things you learned when you were young So maybe I can have some self-control

[blackbackedjackal]

asking in genuine good-faith; why do so many people not take issue with fur farms? most of the reasoning i see from people who are pro-fur farms is that real fur is more environmentally friendly than faux fur, which is true. however, it is also difficult for me to understand how keeping animals like foxes in a fur farm environment provides any real quality of life for them. i also feel that comparing things such as injuries occurring from overcrowding foxes or them being culled by farmers to death/injury from natural causes from life in the wild isn’t logically sound, as those are two completely different situations. i don’t understand how people who are against foxes being kept as pets or used as props out of concern for their welfare, can then be alright with them being kept in fur farms. i would really appreciate hearing your perspective.

I'll go ahead and say this but I'm sure you're aware @/is-the-fox-video-cute has plenty of resources backed with sources to explain why fur farming is not an inherently bad practice. Because of that I'm just going to talk about my opinions on the subject.

I share properly researched information about fur farming is because PETA and other Animal Rights Activist groups are full of shit. They are constantly spreading misinformation about animals in general, but their anti-fur propaganda has been so successful it's nearly impossible in the US to find actual scientific or first-hand sources talking about fur farming. ARA propaganda about fur farming has done more harm than good for both the industry and the animals. This includes ARAs staging footage of animals being abused and killed. They will literally do anything to spread their propaganda.

I'm not a fan of commercialized animal agriculture in general, but it's more of an issue of wanting better standardized welfare regulations for the animals and employees then the actual practice of raising animals for food and other resources. In places where proper welfare standards are met, the foxes are very well cared from start to finish. They have to be because the quality of the fur is directly dependent on the health and wellbeing of the foxes. But the constant push from ARA groups and anti-fur lobbying hinders progress. It makes it difficult to improve the industry when half the time you're having to fight just to be able to run the farms in the first place. I want to see the welfare standards improve more and more over time (and they defiantly have), but ARA groups are actively preventing that from happening on a larger scale.

Fur is much more environmentally friendly than faux fur, but fur farming also keep pressures off the demand of fur from wild populations. There are wild red fox subspecies and other furbearers who's populations are threatened due to overhunting and commercial trapping of the animals. Again, in farms where proper welfare standards are met, animals are regularly checked by the farmers/staff and given regular veterinary care. An injured fox in a fur farm is far more likely to be treated than a fox that was injured in the wild.

Most pet foxes descended from fur farms and even now Save A Fox purchases her (very poorly bred) foxes directly from fur farms. So what I don't understand is how people are ok with having animals from fur farms as pets, yet choose to spread lies about the fur farming industry and lie about their sources. Like you wanted a pet fox so badly you bought multiple ones from an unethical fur farm??? Gross. Again, if the industry had better overall welfare standards, it would help improve the lives of these animals. Theoretically, that would make it more ethical for people to own pet foxes, but as things currently stand it's only promoting bad business practices and directly financing bad fur farms. The reality is that fur farms that follow proper welfare standards take better care of their foxes than most private owners, and yes that includes SAF.

I'm not trying to convince people to be 100% ok with the practice without thinking critically about the issues it does still have in it's current state. I just want to lobby for better welfare standards in the fur industry. I want to see the industry improve because that improves the lives of the animals involved and could help with setting better welfare standards in other parts of animal agriculture. Spreading misinformation isn't going to help in the slightest, especially when people are out here actively harming the animals to do so.

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Hey, sorry to trouble you. Unsure of your time zone so i hope this is sent at a good time! (Sorry if it isn't!)

Could you maybe do something with Vox and a Reader who saves him from a surprise attack via a Sinner or Angel?

Kinda the Reader just like 'Oh sorry i got blood on you. Glad you're okay.' With Vox unsure if he wants this person under contact or to kiss them. Or do whatever go nuts!

(I have no idea what timezone I’m in tbh, I’m too lazy to check. As I’m posting this it is 10:50 AM where I live, if that helps anyone. No worries, though! I love answering all your asks and writing out posts based on your requests!)

“Walking downtown, avoiding the paparazzi…” Vox muttered to himself. He’d really done it this time. He was trying to avoid being out of the Vee tower for too long, but he’d taken a detour with almost no Voxtek cameras. Now he couldn’t teleport. It made him uneasy. “God fucking damnit…”

“Stop right there, bitch,” a sinner demon said, pointing a gun at him. Vox froze, but not out of fear. He was surprised first, that a sinner demon would try to hurt an Overlord. This one must be new, or arrogant. But as he looked at the gun, he couldn’t help the tidal wave of emotions that over came him, all memories of compromising situations- similar situations- he’d been in when he was alive. “That’s right, now… put your hands where I can see them.”

Vox absentmindedly complied, still partially reliving every single time he’d had a gun pointed at him before. Every wound he’d received, every bullet he’d had to fish out of his own flesh.

“Good, now-”

The sinner demon was cut off brutally. With an axe. To its neck. Its head came off with ease and you stood behind it, looking surprised. Vox’s eyes widened. Now he was vaguely afraid.

“Oh. I didn’t expect it to be so… fragile,” you said, nudging the corpse of the demon lightly. “Huh. Well, in any case…” you looked up to Vox, an apologetic look on your face. “Sorry about that. Did I get any blood on your suit? I can cover the expenses.”

“I… uh,” Vox was speechless. He’d just frozen up in front of a lowlife sinner demon and had been saved by another, who was now apologizing to him. What the fuck. Something had to be wrong with him, especially with these weird feelings he had in his chest. Felt all fluttery and stupid like butterflies. “My suit is fine. I narrowly avoided the splash zone, I think. Thank you for your offer.”

“Of course! Not a problem,” you said with a smile. Vox noticed you hadn’t stepped any closer to him, you’d kept your distance. But you’d put your axe away. You knew who he was and how dangerous he was, how defenseless you were in comparison, but you were still talking to him. Did you feel superior to him just because you’d saved him? No, that couldn’t be it… you seemed so… genuine. “Seedy part of town for a business man like yourself to be in. I’m guessing the paparazzi were a nightmare today?”

“Oh absolutely,” Vox said with a grin. He was quickly regaining his confident demeanor. “It was absolute torture at that interview! Ah, but don’t tell anyone I said that. It wouldn’t be good for my image. I’m sure you can keep a secret,” he said, linking his arm in yours and walking with you. This was a test.

“Definitely,” you said, with a small laugh. “It’d be far more embarrassing for me, anyway. I mean, the fact I interrupted your walk through town? With murder, no less! That was quite rude of me.” You smiled, carefree and lighthearted as he walked you away. You didn’t even know where he was taking you, but you were still so upbeat. “No worries. If you don’t tell anyone about that little incident back there, I won’t say a word about your occasional distaste for public attention.”

“Wonderful! Sounds like a deal, then,” Vox said, looking down at you. He was pleased with how this whole thing had gone. You hadn’t even seen him as weak for freezing up in front of that other sinner demon! You probably thought he was annoyed or planning to kill the demon himself. His image was safe, you didn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how vulnerable he’d been in the moment back there. “Say, how about we make another, more official deal? Something with some actual benefits.”

“Really?” You asked, looking surprised. “I mean, I don’t have much to offer. We only just met and-”

“And you’ve piqued my interest, dear,” he said with a smile. He held your arm tighter, more protectively. Whether you agreed to anything or not, he’d be keeping you around. “I have a feeling we’ll get to know each other very well.”

[humaforever]

A kiss underwater for Huma, I feel like they'd have fun with it. Is Harry drowning? Well maybe but do you think he cares??

Yay I wrote a thing. I took the "Harry might be drowning" bit very seriously. Enjoy!

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Well, they were swimming. But like usual, now they were kissing. It's called multitasking, because they were still in the water, they were still swimming. Just, with kissing now.

Harry found himself being supported by Uma, her tentacles wrapping around him as she kissed him tentatively. His fingers caressing her soft arms, as his mouth moved to her neck. They slowly started to sink below the water. Uma losing focus to stay above the surface, lost in the blissful feeling of the kisses.

Harry moved his lips back to her mouth, realizing that his oxygen was going away. He hoped to gain some air by using Uma's breath, or however the fuck that worked. Well, it wasn't working, Harry was pretty sure he was swallowing water, but whatever. Uma bit down on his lip, making him lose all train of thought as he gasped. Except there was no air to gasp on, and the amount of sea water he was ingesting was making him feel a little dizzy.

Harry was either losing consciousness or he was just so lost in Uma's kiss that he forgot how to function. It was probably the second one. Though he couldn't explain why his movements were becoming so much slower and sloppy. It was probably just... Well he wasn't sure, something to do with Uma probably, because he was so enchanted by her and what not. Yeah definitely.

That was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

That didn't last long though. At least as far as he was concerned. Next thing he knew he was laying in the sand, and hey Uma was still kissing him! Except she was also pounding on his chest really uncomfortably with her hands. Some would call this CPR, Harry would call it being lucky that Uma was touching him and putting her lips on his. That was disrupted by the fact that he felt like he was going to throw up though.

Harry jerked suddenly, leaning to the side as he coughed up large amounts of water. Uma sighed in relief, sitting on her knees and watching him.

"What happened?" Uma questioned

"What do you mean? We were having a good time?" Harry said confused, still choking slightly

"No I mean, you started drowning. That wasn't supposed to happen, I was using my magic so you could breathe" Uma said

"Well, I think you may have gotten a little distracted" Harry said smirking

Uma looked away embarrassed

"If the curiosity of your tentacles was anything to go by" Harry continued

Uma shook her head

"You were getting pretty touchy as I recall" Harry flirted

Uma snorted out a laugh "Shut up! Weren't you just dying like two seconds ago?"

"Yeah but then this beautiful goddess of a woman saved me, which was really hot by the way. So Hades is just going to have to try harder to get my soul. Harry said

"I don't think he wants your soul" Uma commented

"That's his loss. People would pay good money for that" Harry said

Uma quirked her brow "You're so weird"

"And you're the one who's always making out with me, so I don't know what that says about you" Harry smiled

Uma laughed again, feeling the sand beneath her fingers. She moved to Harry's side and laid next to him, placing her hand on his chest. Harry grinned brightly, wrapping his arms around her.

"Hey, don't scare me like that again. If you're drowning please swim to the surface" Uma told him

"But you were busy, and I was having fun " Harry said. Uma clearly didn't realize what was important here.

"No 'but's' Harry. I do need to remember that you can't stay under water as long as me though" Uma said

"I can" Harry insisted

"Oh yeah? Since when" Uma said sarcastically

"Since I decided I don't really need air" Harry said

"Clearly" Uma said, recalling how she had to drag his limp body out of the water because he supposedly didn't need oxygen anymore. "I'm serious Harry. Have some concern for your safety"

"Fine" Harry said

Uma wasn't sure she believed him. But that was a bigger problem for another day. They laid on the beach in silence, enjoying the feeling of the skin to skin contact. Uma smiled looking up at Harry.

"So... You wanna go for a swim?" He asked

Uma's smile fell.

[mysafehaneul]

Chapter 8 Part 2

It had been two days since you all returned from the Jeon summer mansion and your conversation with Rema. You wanted to talk to Wonwoo about the conversation that was left unfinished in the car, as well as the will. However, that afternoon, when he went to the office, he had to fly out to Malaysia due to an emergency at the hotel there.

In the evening, Chan came home and started packing Wonwoo's bag. You leaned against the door frame and jokingly asked, "So, how long have you two been married?"

He chuckled, zipping up his bag, and replied, "About 5 years now."

You prodded further, "Does he always do this?" nodding toward the suitcase he was packing.

Chan nodded and rolled the suitcase away. You couldn't help but feel a little sad that Wonwoo hadn't called to inform you about the trip or that he wanted his bag packed. Why did he have to be so spoiled? He could have come and packed his bag himself and said goodbye. Then you scolded yourself for being sulky. After dinner, Noel went to catch up on his classwork, and you decided to soak your sore body in a warm bath.

When your phone rang, it was Wonwoo. You hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to pick it up or not. After a few seconds, the call ended, and then it rang again.

"Yes," you answered, your tone a bit reserved.

"Yes? No hello or how are you?" Wonwoo teased.

You sighed and replied, "Hello, Wonwoo. How are you?"

"Hello. I'm good, just about to take off."

You couldn't help but tease him back, "And you thought, 'How about I inform the person I live within the same house that I'm going out?'"

Wonwoo chuckled, and you could picture him with a smile on his face as he continued, "I'm not going out; I'm going on a business trip."

You retorted, "Yes, your assistant came to pack your bag and told me."

“What are you more mad about? Me not telling you or Chan coming to pack my bag”

Wonwoo was sitting inside a luxury private jet. Two of his workers were in the back, while Chan sat opposite him. The interior was sleek and stylish, oozing opulence. A flight attendant approached, and Wonwoo took a warm cup of coffee from her.

"Mr. Jeon, if it's okay with the pilot, we're ready to take off," she informed him professionally.

He nodded and raised his hand to signal five more minutes. The flight attendant bowed and went to inform the pilot.

"Why would I be mad?" you mumbled, a small pout forming on your face.

He could picture your adorable expression and the way you were probably sulking. "What are you doing right now?" he asked.

You replied, "In the bathtub," resting your head back and enjoying the sensation of the hot bath.

"Taking a bath?" he teased.

You rolled your eyes, and a mischievous grin crept onto your lips. "No, Wonwoo, I'm making kimchi in the bathtub. Do you want to try?"

 he mused, "So she can be sarcastic too."

You had a hint of impatience in your voice as you replied, "She can be a lot of things, but right now, she's kind of upset because she had something to talk about."

Wonwoo nodded and assured you, "You know how these matters are. I'll try to wrap up as quickly as possible, and then we can talk."

You responded thoughtfully, "Hmm, yes, well, it can't be helped, I guess. Did you have dinner?"

He inquired, "No, we will in a while. Where's Noel? Did you both have dinner?"

"Yes, we both had dinner. He's in his room doing homework," you informed him.

Concerned about your well-being, Wonwoo gently inquired, "How's your pain now?"

You massaged your sore thighs, feeling a lingering ache. "It's okay," you replied, not wanting to worry him.

Wonwoo hummed and whispered in a low voice, "If I were there, I'd massage them for you."

Playfully, you retorted, "No, you wouldn't," and both of you shared a hearty laugh.

With the airplane's engines now rumbling more loudly, Wonwoo knew it was time to depart. "I have to go. See you in a few days," he said.

You countered, "Make it two."

"Noted," he affirmed.

With a hint of reluctance, you offered your goodbyes, "Have a safe flight."

Wonwoo's voice was soft and filled with affection as he responded, "Good night, baby girl. Take care. Don't miss me too much."

You playfully scoffed, "You wish," and promptly hung up.

Wonwoo switched his phone to airplane mode as the aircraft taxied into position, ready for takeoff. The cabin lights dimmed slightly, and the atmosphere became more serene. The airplane's engines roared to life, and with a gentle jolt, the jet began its journey into the skies. Wonwoo settled into his seat, his focus on the world outside the window. The landscape below grew smaller and smaller, and the bustling city was soon transformed into a patchwork of lights. It was a breathtaking view, reminding him of the vastness of the world beyond the city's boundaries.

Chan was in his laptop, engrossed in his work, but he couldn't help but notice Wonwoo's reaction to his earlier teasing.

"What?" Wonwoo inquired, turning his gaze away from the window to look at his friend.

Chan, a mischievous glint in his eye, replied, "Nothing," and then repeated Wonwoo's words in a low, teasing voice, "Hmm, good night, baby girl. Take care. Don't miss me too much."

"So much for the plan," He taunted. 

Wonwoo's small smile faded, replaced by a frown. He was momentarily disappointed in himself 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, you placed your phone on the floor and closed your eyes. The sudden silence after the call left you with a bittersweet smile on your lips. 

....

....

Ambition can serve as a powerful force propelling a person from the ground to the moon. Yet, what is often overlooked is how that same ambition can leave an individual feeling isolated even when surrounded by others. In the relentless pursuit of their goals, people sometimes lose sight of the very reasons that ignited their journey. The unquenched thirst for success can lead individuals to unintentionally transfer this burden onto their children. It's truly heart-wrenching to come to the realization that you've been reduced to a mere instrument for fulfilling someone else's unfulfilled aspirations and dreams. Perhaps this explains why some mothers and daughters find themselves mirroring each other's lives, becoming a reflection of unfulfilled ambitions, carrying the weight of "You're all that I know, and you're what I couldn't become."

Eleanor gazed at the shimmering half-moon from her perch at the rooftop bar glass floor offered an intriguing view of the world below, while soft jazz music whispered in the background, creating an ambiance of timeless elegance.

Eleanor's mother, a woman driven by unrelenting ambition, had grand dreams for her own life. When those aspirations remained unfulfilled, she redirected her hopes onto her daughter, expecting her to be the embodiment of success. Eleanor became a vessel for her mother's unattained dreams, burdened with the pressure to ascend to the summit of achievement. Yet, in her quest for external validation, she inadvertently lost sight of her intrinsic self-worth.

As Eleanor sipped her lemon water, she pondered the turning points in her life, from her formative years to her experiences in London, her whirlwind romance with Wonwoo, and her subsequent marriage to Lee Joonsuk. Joonsuk, a man of superior standing, held dominion over every aspect of her life—age, family name, wealth, and personal value. His omnipresent reminder of her inferiority weighed heavily on her, an incessant reminder of her place in the hierarchy.

Eleanor felt someone slide onto the stool next to her, a deep French-accented voice cutting through the night.

"A night of reminiscence," he said.

"More like regret," she replied, taking a sip of her drink.

"Without the alcohol," he added.

"Well, as far as my experience goes, the combination of regret and alcohol doesn't go too well. You drink to forget, but it haunts you even more," she confessed.

He nodded, contemplating the moon like she was, and then asked, "So, what do you suggest to undo that regret?"

"Please, don't say 'let go,'" she urged.

"It depends upon the context, whether the regret is for a person or an opportunity," Eleanor replied.

"Let's say a person," he probed.

"Does that person feel the same way as they used to?" she questioned.

"I don't know, Eleanor. Does he feel the same?" Eleanor turned her head to see a man of striking beauty with platinum-blond hair and deep blue eyes, something unsettling in his gaze.

"Do I know you?" she asked, tilting her head. It was peculiar for someone to address her by her first name, especially a stranger. While she was from a well-known family, people typically addressed her as Mrs. Lee.

"Nikolai Bulavia," he introduced himself, extending his hand. Eleanor shook it reluctantly, her discomfort growing.

"Tell me, Eleanor, does he feel the same?" Nikolai inquired.

"I don't know who you're talking about. If you're from one of those gossip magazines, you should leave before I have them escort you out," Eleanor warned, assessing him closely. He was impeccably dressed and didn't seem like a typical paparazzo.

"I don't think any man who values his life would dare to lay a finger on me," he cautioned, picking up on a dangerous vibe from him.

"Please, don't be alarmed. I am here as an ally, not a foe," Nikolai assured her.

"What do you want?" Eleanor asked, her apprehension growing.

"Getting straight to the point, I see," Nikolai commented. He signaled to the bartender for a refill, turning his body to face her.

Nikolai leaned in slightly, his voice low but intense. "Eleanor, we both seek to undo the mistakes of the past and reclaim what was lost."

She considered his words for a moment, her gaze distant. Her thoughts traveled to a time when she had to make a decision, a decision that eventually led to a life filled with ambition and politics. But now, she was beginning to question whether the cost had been too high. She thought about Wonwoo, the man who had cared for her in a way that no one else had, the man she had left behind for her political career. Her memories brought back images of him taking her on dates, feeding her while she revised for exams, and holding her close in his arms when she was haunted by nightmares of her mother's abuse. She recalled the intense contempt in his eyes when she had crossed a line with him near the gazebo, but then she remembered how he looked at you when he thought no one was watching. She knew that look; it was the look of someone in love. She realized that way before then wonwoo, because he used to look at her like that as well. 

Eleanor's lips curled into a malicious smile. She turned her gaze to the striking man who seemed as alluring as a siren. With a determined expression, she responded, "I believe I have better things to do and care for than to waste my time and bleed to death by banging my head against a closed door."

She gave him a curt nod and swiftly left the bar, her handbag and coat in tow. Eleanor had a clear destination in mind, and her purpose was now set.

...

Eleanor walked into the majestic study of her father-in-law. The room was adorned with black and white chessboard-like tiles, giving it an air of regal elegance. Her father-in-law sat behind the massive wooden desk, puffing on a cigar, and gazing out at the garden.

His deep voice resonated through the room as he inquired, "Why did you want to meet?"

Eleanor met his experienced and keen eyes without hesitation. "I know you're running for the Prime Minister's office, and I want a ticket to the party too."

The old man's wrinkled face remained stoic. "Why should I do that?"

"Because you promised me that if I chose your son, you would support my political career."

A wry smile formed on his lips. "Well, I also said that if you managed to give my son a child within five years, then I would think about it."

Eleanor strode forward, placed a file on the desk, and opened it to reveal a sonogram and a doctor's note confirming her pregnancy.

"How can I believe this? You can fake these documents. It could be someone else's child. I'll have my doctors assess you," he stated.

"Faking documents might be your specialty, but it's not mine. Do as you please. Have me assessed, conduct DNA tests, and do whatever you see fit. But when you have your answer, don't back away from your words. If you do, it won't end well for you or your son."

She gave him a respectful bow. "You should make your decision soon before your son ruins it by bringing the child of his mistress into this house."

"You don't have to worry about that. They both will be taken care of," he replied.

"That is not my concern. I've sacrificed something that no amount of money or life can compensate for to be where I am today, and I won't let it be in vain. If I drown, I will take everyone with me."

She bowed once more and looked at the fuming man intensely. "Think about it carefully, abeonim," she said before walking out of the office. Eleanor had a new purpose in life, and this time, she was determined not to take it for granted.

(A/N: I cannot for the life in me write about women negatively, I just can't she's too hot for that) 

....

....

The two days crept by, shrouded in an unusual heaviness that made them feel much longer than they were. The silence of the house at around 7 a.m. was odd, given that it was typically the time when Wonwoo began his morning workout. He'd follow this with a refreshing shower, a protein shake, and a leisurely breakfast with Noel, who would soon leave for school at 7:30 a.m. Noticing these routines had become a part of your daily life, and somehow, you'd found yourself remembering them. Perhaps it was only natural when two lives intertwined in a shared space.

On this particular Thursday morning, a buzz at the front door broke the silence. The housekeeper went to see who it was – probably a parcel delivery or something equally mundane. You were engrossed in feeding a half-asleep Noel. His little eyes remained half-closed, and you couldn't help but smile at his sleepy, rabbit-like nibbling on a piece of toast. You reached over and gently wiped the crumbs from his school uniform.

In these moments, it was evident that Noel took after Joshua in his morning habits. Just like his father, he wasn't particularly fond of early mornings. Sometimes, while you and Noella would return from your morning hike, you'd find Joshua still slumbering soundly in her bed, as if the world outside didn't exist.

You felt a presence closing in on you, and before you could react, cold fingers covered your eyes. You asked, "Who is it?"

Then, an adenoidal voice you knew all too well chimed in, singing, "Guess who~"

Before you could even begin to guess, a gasp filled the air, and Noel exclaimed, "UNCLE JJ!"

"Surprise!!!" Jeonghan proclaimed and removed his hands from your eyes.

Jeonghan laughed and swept Noel up into a warm, tight hug. "How's you El?" he asked, planting a kiss on Noel's cheek and then on top of his head.

You rose from the chair and wiped your hands on a napkin as Jeonghan put Noel down and moved to hug you. "How's you?" you teased. "Already having the London effect?"

Jeonghan huffed and took a seat where Noel had been sitting at the head of the table, pulling Noel onto his lap. "God forbid," he responded.

He bounced Noel on his thighs and asked the little boy, "Are you going to school?" Noel, now fully awake, nodded energetically.

While Jeonghan was engrossed in a conversation with Noel, Mrs. Tham brought Noel's bag and your ringing phone in her hand. She mentioned, "It was the phone ringing in your room," and you thanked her.

You looked down at the caller ID, then glanced at Jeonghan, who was busy ensuring Noel drank his milk. You pondered how you should answer the call. Well here goes nothing. 

"So where is your hunk husband?" Jeonghan inquired.

"Malaysia, on a business trip," you responded, As you swiped right on the screen to answer. 

"Hi honey," Jeonghan looked at you with raised brows.

"Uhmm... excuse me, ma'am, can you please hand the phone back to my wife?" Wonwoo's voice came through.

"Haha, very funny," you rolled your eyes.

"How are you, baby girl?" Wonwoo asked.

You listened as Wonwoo talked about his late-night meetings and some pending work when Jeonghan said goodbye to Noel.

"Have fun in school," Jeonghan told Noel, who waved and said his farewells.

While Wonwoo was in the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped. "Are you with someone?"

"What?" you asked, a bit surprised.

"Is someone there with you right now?" Wonwoo's voice had deepened.

"Oh yeah, JJ is here to surprise us."

"I see. Well, tell him I said hi. Gotta go. I'll be there by tonight."

"It's alright, Wonwoo. Take your time."

"Y/N—" Before he could say anything further, you abruptly ended the call.

Keeping the phone on the table, you mumbled to yourself, "Can you believe this? I told him not to take more than two days, and today is the 3rd day, and—"

You looked up to see Jeonghan looking at you with amusement written all over his face. "What?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shrugged, bringing the cup of coffee your housekeeper had brought out for him and smiling behind it. "Just loving this look on you."

"What look?"

"The wife look."

"That's so absurd," you rolled your eyes and started buttering your toast. "Enough of that. Tell me how you've been?"

"How's London, where is the new house again?" you asked.

"In Hampstead," he said, putting the cup down.

"Hmm, lovely place. How are the neighbors there?"

"Like cunts."

You gave him a sidelong look as he placed a toast on his plate and continued, "You know, the day after we moved into the building, there was this old lady, and her poodle peed in front of my door, and she looked at me like it was my fault that the prissy dog peed there."

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad," you said.

"You don't believe me? Ask your husband; he studied there."

"Well, it's a new place; give it some time. Didn't you tell them you like baking? Maybe she'll invite you to their book club gathering to show off," you suggested, and you both shared a laugh.

"Hey, you don't mind me staying here, right?"

"How absurd! Of course, I will mind," you said, smiling behind your cup.

"So how're things between you and your husband?" Jeonghan asked, stretching out the last part, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You couldn't help but giggle at his theatrics. "What's with the voice?"

He wiggled his impeccably groomed brows with a sly grin.

"It's good, I mean, as it can be—" You started, but Jeonghan, interrupted with a melodramatic flair. "From the three months of knowing someone," raising one of his perfectly arched eyebrows.

You looked at him with a perplexed expression. How did he know?

"Y/N, I've known you for the last 12 years. Do you truly think that you would date someone for a year, and I wouldn't know?" Jeonghan said with a knowing look. His gaze seemed to see right through you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

"JJ..."

He waved a perfectly manicured hand, dismissing your concerns. "You don't have to say anything. I know why you did it."

You pressed your lips into a thin line, avoiding his perceptive gaze. Jeonghan had always been astute and could read you like a book.

"You like him, don't you?" Jeonghan whispered. A few minutes of silence passed between the two of you. When he reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze, you felt a warm, comforting presence beside you.

"And I'm sure he likes you too," he added.

You couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in your nose as if tears were threatening to surface. You shook your head with a smile, dismissing the notion. "That's just your wishful thinking, JJ."

Jeonghan tapped your hand playfully with his other hand. "Deny it as much as you like. I know when a man is smitten when I see one."

You chuckled, feeling grateful for Jeonghan's friendship and understanding. "And I'd say you're just a hopeless romantic."

He turned his body to face you and leaned in, clasping both of your hands in his. It was as if he was about to share a profound secret.

"What are you so afraid of? What's holding you back from pursuing this relationship in its truest meaning?" Jeonghan asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.

Your throat tightened, and your eyes welled up with tears. "To be the only person in it."

"Y/N," he whispered sympathetically.

"I don't think I have the strength in me to get my heart broken again, JJ," you confessed. You looked into his eyes, sharing your fears. "When two people fall in love, they know that one will catch the other. But when you fall alone, there just remain shards that keep wounding you further when you bend to pick them up."

You let go of his hand and rose from your chair, wiping away the tears that had begun to trickle down your cheeks. "And hope, my friend, is the biggest blessing and a curse to that fragile heart."

Jeonghan watched you carefully, taking in your words. He knew that your fears were valid, given your past experiences. Love hadn't been kind to you. It was true that there was undeniable chemistry between you and Wonwoo, but he also understood your reluctance to believe in something that might never come to fruition.

You sniffed and blinked away the remaining tears as you got ready to leave. The clock was nearing 8:30, and you had a meeting at 10 in the office.

"JJ, why don't you catch some rest? I'm sure you're tired," you suggested, giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze. "I don't have much work today, so I'll be back by 2 at the latest. How about we catch up at dinner?"

"Sure," Jeonghan replied. "My body is aching for some sleep."

You nodded. "Ajhumma, please prepare the guest room. And, JJ, please make yourself at home. I'll see you later." With that, you got ready and left for the office, leaving Jeonghan to rest. 

...

...

You were sitting in the office with Rema, engrossed in reading the rough draft of what to do with your assets, shares, paintings, properties, and jewelry, all neatly sorted. Through the window, cars zipped past on the highway, each one a blur of color and motion.

Surrounded by the warm glow of natural sunlight pouring through the large windows. The soft hum of the city's daily activities reached your ears.Beside you, Rema leaned over, both of you engrossed in reading.

"Rema, about the Chief Officer of the Switzerland branch, I'd like to propose Rachel's name," you mentioned as you scanned through the document, the words reflected in your thoughtful expression. However, the specifics of this decision could wait for another time.

Just then, Rachel's voice filled the room as she called in, notifying you of the arrival of Mr. Lee and Mr. Jeon.

"What? Why is Wonwoo here?" you reacted with surprise, a perplexed look briefly exchanged with Rema.

Rachel's voice reassured you, "I'm afraid this is another Mr. Jeon."

"My father-in-law?" Your eyes held a mix of curiosity and confusion.

Part 3

[wastrelwoods]

thinking abt my murder family dynamics as always and the specific problem of why abigail doesn't find a way to just escape the whole situation with hannibal and will, because she is definitely physically capable of doing that and she's not stupid, she knows hannibal is dangerous and might kill her

first place! she's an adolescent of an age group typically at least ready to TRY leaving home, but she's established as being particularly attached to her parents and having a close bond with them. maybe she didn't look forward to leaving home any more than her dad did, and she would have gravitated back home any chance she could like elise nichols. when she's orphaned and loses her home at the start of the season it fundamentally unmoors her emotionally. in a lot of ways she's still a child and not really keen on the idea of striking out on her own in the face of all that loss. alana bloom wants to support her to be more self sufficient or at least not to try to replace her parents with substitute figures right away, BUT, CRUCIALLY,

its not JUST that she doesn't want to be alone in a purely homesick sense. she cannot SURVIVE on her own. she's physically powerless, and worse than that she is in very immediate danger of being charged as an accomplice to her father, and that's not a danger she can shake off by being independent and starting over with a clean slate. she ropes alana in to feeling as much like a guardian as a psychiatrist and seems to foster that protectiveness in her, and does the same to hannibal and will. she latches on to all of them as they latch on to her and does everything she can to put them in a position to protect her. even freddie gets the honorary abigail guardian treatment, though the connection is less 'will you be my mummy🥺' and more 'i will be the goose that lays golden eggs if you help me look innocent'

it helps in hannibal's case that he is doing the same work right back and they immediately become codependent as shit. he thrives on making people with less power feel dependent on him, she needs someone to ensure her survival, she lets him know that she has dirt on him, he puts her in a position to get in trouble and then rescues her from it, they hide a body together. its a blackmail based relationship on both sides that immediately turns into playing house and fostering genuine emotional connection.

will fundamentally can't really offer her the same sense of safety because he's visibly unstable and also carries the risk of turning her in if he finds out she's guilty, and then she's afraid that he's just flat out a threat to her safety (and he IS, there is a part of him that feels betrayed by her and wants to kill her in retribution or to protect her by making her safe in death or whatever jumbled up mess of her father's feelings he's stewing in)

so will isn't safe for her and alana keeps a little too much professional distance to protect her the way she needs, and then hannibal pulls the rug out from under her and reveals that he is much, much more dangerous than she had assumed. and in that moment there's an implicit threat that she will let him help her by faking her death or he will kill her outright. evolve or die.

but after that? she could find a way to leave any time, after hannibal hides her away and gets busy with his long-distance flirtation with will and the FBI. she's not tied up in his basement. she's a free agent, she may even be in a separate safe house. but she never runs away. maybe its not totally rational: the emotional connection is there - she reminds him of his sister, he reminds her of her father. but i think she knows very well that his caring about her doesn't make him less of a threat to her safety. still, while the relationship is obviously precarious, he has always helped her and done exactly as he promised to do, and she has no reason to believe he will betray that. AND she has a good reason not to act out against his wishes in any way even if to do so WOULD make her safer and more in control. when she dug up the body they hid together, he gave her an implicit threat: his protection is conditional.

if she stays and does what he tells her to do, she trusts that he'll keep his promises. if she runs, she does not have that guarantee. it's a very smart calculation - but (scorpion and the frog parable) she realizes too late she was wrong about that

[trashworldblog]

For the ask game, 2 and 4!

2: did you watch bfu or worth it before?

yes!! big buzzfeed unsolved true crime fan since way early. i remember watching the db cooper episode and laughing my ass off and immediately thinking that i had to see what these guys are up to. i always kept semi up to date on new seasons, but with the way buzzfeed is set up, i never actually knew when a new season was coming out, and i didnt really give a shit about what buzzfeed was doing at that point. i cared earlier, but by 2016/2018ish i moved on from the feed, besides them, the worth it boys, saf, and the try guys.

i do remember having some favorite buzzfeed videos, and when i went back to watch them after watching bfu and worth it i started recognizing that some of them were made/hosted by shane/ryan/steven and being really suprized that i had seen their work before

i never really joined the fandom either! (i was busy in the phandom)

also fun fact: when i started watching bfu (in middleschool) i didnt watch supernatural because i was scared and actually belived in ghosts. and now im a complete shaniac and get to easily watch ghost files and bfu supernatural

i watched worth it quite a bit too. back when the trending page was good, id look through it and worth it was basically always up there and was always a good watch. but again i had no clue when their seasons stopped and ended. so i probably havent seen everything. i had traveled around the states quite a bit, and had eaten a lot of local food, so it was fun to recognize a cuisine i had tried before. its nice to remember a vacation while watching a video from that location.

4: do you have a favorite co founder?

how dare you ask me this question /joking

ummmmm yeahh

well

okay its hard to answer and not feel bad

ill say i have a bias because that feels better

so my bias is shane because he is the most relateable to me. someone on pod watcher will ask a question and me and shane answer the exact same way. idk why, maybe because we're both chicago suburbanites who went to columbia? we both love the schaumburg mall? idk i guess we're just similar which is fun cus he just gets it. we love a creative, artistic, and funny guy

of course, steven and ryan are absolutely incredible. i love how steven will fully commit to a bit, its so funny, he's incredible. and ryan is the kind of guy im often inspired by, he has such great and funny ideas, how?

[mythtakcn]

⋆ sophia ali, 178, cis woman, she/her — did you see princess safiya moonsong walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the wolf shifter is known to be resourceful and tempestuous, but who knows if that’s true. the princess/artist seems to fit the vibe of ripped and paint stained jeans piling up on the floor and a messy greenhouse with a canvas sitting in the corner

1. FACTS

name Safiya Moonsong Moore nicknames Saf age 178 date of birth April 11th zodiac Aries species Wolf Shifter gender Cis Woman pronouns She/Her sexuality Lesbian

faceclaim Sophia Ali height 5ft 8 hair colour Dark Brown eye colour Naturally Dark Brown tattoos Two bands that wrap around her left arm, floral artwork sleeve on her right, sketch of a wolf on her left leg piercings Double lobes in both ears. three helix piercings on the left ear, two helix piercings on the right distinguishing features nails always painted, perfect manicure but short. Eyes will glow orange when in an emotional state. Crescent moon shaped birth mark on her right shoulder.

positive traits Resourceful, Easygoing, Spontaneous negative traits Tempestuous, Insouciant, Conniving likes fine art, tattoos, fashion, poetry dislikes rules, being proper, politics, her bio mom, fears settling down, ruling hobbies shopping, partying, painting, paintballing, martial arts, going to the gun range, stick and poke tattoos (but not the shit kind) habits combing her fingers through her hair when she's stressed

2. HEADCANONS

Safiya has had multiple bodyguards in her life but there was one in particular who believed the Moonsong children should be able to protect themselves in both forms. Learning martial arts was step one and step two was learning how to disarm someone and step three was knowing what to do with a firearm and how best to hold a knife. Safiya particularly took to the guns and has been known to frequent the gun range.

Despite her status of bastard child, Safiya has a full princess title and her father made sure her illegitimacy has no bearing on the line of succession, much to Safiya's annoyance who wants nothing to do with the shifter throne.

Safiya has a birthmark on her shoulder that she shares with the king and some of her other siblings.

Definite party animal, she's had more than a few one night stands and has no qualms about the species of anyone she beds.

Has her own personal 'fixer' who always tries to clean up her mess and deal with the negative press.

3. BIO

The second in line of the Moonsong throne and bastard of the Shifter King, Safiya came into the world destined for the headlines. She was only two days old when she was abandoned on her father's doorstep and while some would have simply made her 'disappear', she was taken in and raised with her older brother and the rest of the Moonsong children that followed her.

They say it takes a village to raise a baby, and the pack was very much her village. When her 'parents' were busy, Safiya was often left in the care of one of her paternal grandparents or one of her wolf ‘aunties’. Everyone was considered family, even if they weren’t blood related.

Of course Safiya was an unruly kid from the get go and while she did attend the finishing school her father made her go to, she also took part in self defence training and other activities that weren't particularly ladylike. She took a shine to the families collection of cars and learned to drive as soon as she could, never letting anyone else drive her. A series of parking and speeding fines have followed her ever since, but it's nothing that her family haven't made go away over time.

Art has always been Safiya's method of relaxing when she hasn't felt like partying. She has many pieces of clothing that are paint stained and just as many thrifted jackets that she's purposefully painted to create a unique fashion item.

4. CONNECTIONS

Siblings - All the different sibling relationships please. Safiya is a bastard child of their father so it'll be interesting to have different relationships amongst the siblings, positive, negative, etc.

Mother - her bio mom. Safiya officially carries her mother's last name but she chooses not to use it whenever she has to write her name or sign up for anything. As far as she's concerned that's their only tie.

Ride or Die - Her partner in crime and wing person. Their parents thought that they might end up together but they've never seen themselves as anything more than friends.

Positive Influence - Safiya is a little bit of a black sheep and wild child, often partaking in behaviour that isn't befitting of a princess. Your muse acts to curb some of their crazier impulsive decisions.

Protector/bodyguard - Someone who Safiya often gives the run around to. She's not an ideal client.

Fixer - someone who follows her around making sure her less than noble activities aren't picked up by the press.

One night stand - It's no secret that Safiya has had her fair share of hook ups, what she didn't expect though was someone who would show up again and again in her life afterwards.

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Meanwhile in San Myshuno, Megan headed over to Iseul’s apartment to hang out with her. Iseul buzzed Megan into the building and opened the door to let her in. She smiled as she saw Megan and Megan smiled back before hugging her. “You’re wearing your nerd glasses, Liao.” She teased lovingly as they both pulled away. Megan grumbled playfully. “Excuse me Kang, they’re my regular glasses.” She said. “I know, they look nice on you.” Iseul said, and cleared her throat. “Thanks, Is.” Megan said.

Megan took off her shoes by the door, and she and Iseul sat on the couch to watch tv and chat. Iseul put on Forged: San Myshuno, and Megan grinned and poked Iseul’s shoulder as the theme song came on. They watched as four contestants made a llama themed blade, and Megan blushed as they showed a contestant she had a crush on, a woman named Lisa* who had short black hair, tattoos, and was muscular. “Holy simsus llama, she’s cute, that jawline, her arms, her tattoos, her confidence.” Megan said, fanning her face as Lisa grinned and winked at the camera and then some footage of her talking about what materials she used was shown. Iseul grinned too. “What? Lisa’s super cute. I have a billion types of women I like, but I definitely love confident women with short hair, angular jawlines, muscles, and tattoos.” Megan said, then blushed as Iseul gave her a mischievous smile, and Megan realized Iseul fit that description too**. “I mean Tessie is confident and has short-ish hair and she’s muscular and has tattoos so she fits that too, so it makes sense, plus Tess and I are both okay with each other having crush on celebrities or fictional characters and so on-Is, stop making that face at me.” She rambled, and Iseul laughed. “I know Megs, I just love teasing you and seeing you ramble, it’s kind of cute.” Megan grumbled again, mostly to hide her face feeling like it was red as hell.

Plus, Iseul made some Nasi Lemak for herself and Megan in her slow cooker. “Simsus llama, Is, you made enough to feed a whole party of 8.” Megan teased as she set the table while Iseul set the platter of food down. “There’s this thing called leftovers, Megs, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of it.” Iseul teased back, and Megan laughed before lightly punching Iseul in the shoulder. “Nope, never.” She joked. “How’s Grace?” Megan asked as they both dug in. “She’s busy with work and taking care of her cat Aloo after his surgery, but she’s doing good.” Iseul said, smiling as she thought of her girlfriend. “That’s good.” Megan said. “How are your kids?” Iseul asked, and Megan grinned. “Good too, Saf’s graduating college this year and I’m so proud of her, Amir is getting ready to go off to college with his cousin Piper, and Emmy is already being grown up and independent and it’s making me and Tessie sappy because it seems like just yesterday when she was born and my little snugglebug.” Iseul grinned. "I get that." She said. Plus, Iseul told Megan about the new baby in the Kang family, Nguyệt. She showed Megan some photos on her phone and Megan oohed and awwed as Iseul flipped from photos of her brother Min Jun holding his granddaughter and looking so happy, her sister-in-law Paenji lauhing as she tickled Nguyệt's tummy, Cam making silly faces at her niece, and a sleeping Nguyệt held by her umma Cece while her mama Hanh sat next to Cece and had an arm around her and the two of them smiled at each other. "She's so cute." Megan said as she and Iseul both bent their heads over Iseul’s phone. "Yeah, I can't believe I'm a great-auntie. I feel so old but in a good way." Megan grinned.

[yesterdaysnewts]

Hi yes hello here are a random assortment of saf aus i have some of which I have already talked about but hahahah branrot

Saf x pacrim au

right so essentially Curt and Owen are jaeger pilots but then Owen 'dies' so Curt retires, only returning for the end of the world where it turns out Owen isn't dead but instead took up a different role within the PPDC

Teacher au

Curt's a maths teacher and Owen's an english teacher, with the two becoming close while having to be form tutors for the same form. The student body thinks they hate each other however hence funny stuff enues. Easily one of the more happy aus in this collection

Childhood teenage? friends au (canon era)

Curt (round about 16) gets outed as being gay in his hometown so he runs away. One a train up north he meets a guy who owns a mechanics shop in London that's currently short on staff during WW2, the guy offers him a job and Curt excepts landing him in London. There he meets a young Owen, still dealing with the grief of his parents deaths and currently homeless because of the blitz, and the pair of them form a bond

Childhood again teenage? friends au (modern era)

In which Curt's grandparents own a campsite where they have a little cafe on site where Curt works when he's not busy. One morning after a storm that has had Curt running about, helping his grandparents prepare food and ushering guests inside before they get blown away with their tents, Owen and his family show up. Curt and Owen become friends being similar ages.

Actor/Celebrity au

Owen is a theatre performer and Curt is and action movie star. They meet when put on a celeb special of show. or alternatively they put in the im a celeb jungle cause i think thatd be funny

sports au

Owen is a rugby player and Curt is a baseball player. They meet at some fuckjng sports gala idk how professional sports work and get so drunk they have a one night stand, the two are now left to deal with their feelings and fending off press due to some images taken.

thats all for now i can feel myself going delusional as its almost midnight and im i am tieed as fuck id any of this deosnt make sense it is because i am tired i am always tired but my body does not wait when it comes to my specialist baby girls

[jlonejacketwthe30out]

new project: i like my town

this new 5 week(?) long project is centred around becoming familiar with the area near campus, elephant & castle.

the group i was part of tasked to look at a community area.

a member of my group (Hannah💪) already knew about a community area which was pretty close so we went around the junction and underneath the railway to find a whole street of latin-american stores!! our group focused mainly on one of these shops in particular: Don d’ William Panadería Y Pastelería.

as a group we spent a pretty long time discussing the area and this bakery, as well as eating some food which was very wholesome; i got candy and chorizo y arepas. was rlly putting my spanish gcse to work trying to read the menu here too🫡 i should maybe begin studying again

during our time here we spoke to the two Colombian owners, William and Julinna by asking them questions about the bakery and the business, which we had translated into english. They have been open for 18 months and it had opened during the pandemic out of necessity. William likes the area, el arco del centro because the people are kind and there is a latin community here to share his baked goods with. His favourites are the empanadas and the buńuelo. They also bake everything fresh and he teaches Julianna how to run the store like an apprentice!

while here, we also made sketches of the panadería and after i while i wondered off a little to a shop that was nearer to entrance; the Topless Boutique which sold women’s clothing!! i was really interested in the organisation of the clothes here but i don’t think i captured this too well in my sketches💀

as well as sketching, i tried to take some ethnographic notes of what was going on during our time here, like what songs were playing, what people were doing etc. some of my favourite interactions were:

the owner of Topless opening up a broken toy dispenser for Saf (group mate ^^) and i

an old woman coming up to me while i was sketching to ask “��hablas español?”…..i had to say no🙁 i need to start learning again

the owner of the pastelería giving us all free sweets and a extra donut to Matilda (group buddy 🤭) as we were leaving

being on this road, i definitely grabbed some ephemera. one being a scrap from a poster advertising an old club event, the left over thingies from the toy i got, and candy wrappers (i forgot to ask for a receipt i think.)

all in all, i thjnk this project will be pretty eye opening as elephant & castle is more or less completely new to me; i haven’t really explored yet and haven’t had any reason to other than this. i’m sort of looking forward to what’s to come!!

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hi its anon friend- i was scrolling through my dash when i saw your last post and wanted to say that however you feel about that news is 1000% valid even if that means you dont know how to feel. take care of yourself and im here if you need <3

tysm anon friend :') <3 i've actually been aware that there was like a 50% chance for the past couple weeks so it wasn't a big surprise yesterday but just the fact that it's happening to me feels like trash D: she was crying on the phone & was clearly scared which made me feel bad for her but then she started shifting the convo to how i should visit her so :/ i do get affected in the moment but i'm so sick of her crying to me when she hasn't allowed me to cry all my life & made me suffer in silence like maam u have a grown ass adult man u r legally married to. go depend on him, not ur children

but yea last night i was ✨emotionally unstable✨ and hit up a guy i had kissed but probs shouldn't have last week due to once again being emotionally unstable (it's kinda crazy so i posted abt it before but it was so long i had to delete akdsjf;saf). thankfully he was busy and in the meantime i figured out that my friend was pulling an all-nighter so i called up another friend and we all sat on her room floor (dorm life lol) for like an hr. they asked me why i'm up so late (usually im the first to go to bed lmao) so i told them (well not the whole parent backstory but just the sick part) and their reactions were actually pretty good & made me feel better idk why i hadn't just told them earlier.

today i've emailed my profs & am skipping all my classes to take a mental health day™️! i bought myself some soup and the cafe i go to had new holiday drinks so now i'm drinking a gingerbread latte :)

[virginiaprelawland]

The Kouri Richins Case

By Elizabeth Wolnik, George Mason University Class of 2024

December 15, 2023

Kouri Richins, a Utah native who wrote a children’s book about coping with grief after her husband’s passing is now being charged with fatally poisoning him [1]. Prosecutors say that the medical examiner found five times the lethal dose of fentanyl in Eric Richins’ system. Kouri Richins is alleged to have delivered a Moscow mule to her husband that contained the fentanyl as a celebratory drink after Kouri closed a business deal [2]. A year after her husband’s death, Kouri wrote a children’s book called “Are You With Me?” about a deceased father watching over his sons [1]. During a press tour, Kouri told news outlets that she decided to write the book after her husband died, leaving her widowed and raising three boys [1].

Kouri is also facing a lawsuit filed by Eric’s sister Katie Richins-Benson. Katie accuses Kouri of taking money out of Eric’s bank accounts and diverting the money to her own account before his death in March 2022 [1]. Katie is seeking over $13 million in damages and asks for Kouri to be barred from selling her children’s book and to turn over any money made from it. According to the lawsuit, Kouri’s financial misconduct went further back than just before Eric’s death since Kouri “began having serious financial troubles in 2016 and started stealing money from her husband” [1].

Between 2015 and 2017, Kouri was accused of purchasing at least four life insurance policies on her husband totaling nearly $2 million [2]. In September 2020, Eric Richins discovered that Kouri had obtained and spent a $250,000 home equity line of credit on their home and had withdrawn at least $100,000 from his bank accounts and had spent over $30,000 using his credit cards. Prosecutors say that Kouri was “appropriating distributions made from Eric Richins’ business for the purpose of making federal and state quarterly tax payments and not paying the taxes”. Eric confronted Kouri about the money and she agreed to pay him back [2].

In October 2020 Eric consulted with a divorce lawyer and estate planning lawyer and without Kouri knowing, he changed his will and formed a living trust and placed his estate under the control of his sister Katie [2]. Eric also transferred his partnership interest in his business to the trust and designated the trust as the beneficiary of his $500,000 life insurance policy. In early 2022, prosecutors alleged that Kouri changed Eric’s life insurance policy to list herself as the beneficiary [2].

Beginning in February of 2022, Kouri began contacting an acquaintance known as C.L. to ask for fentanyl [2]. C.L. later told investigators that she obtained the fentanyl and gave them to Kouri in a hand-to-hand transaction on February 11 or 12. At this point, Eric became worried that Kouri was trying to poison him after Kouri prepared a meal for him and Eric had trouble breathing and broke out into hives. Eric warned his family that she was to blame if anything were to happen to him. After this, Kouri allegedly contacted C.L. again and told her that the fentanyl pills “were not strong enough and asked that she procure some stronger fentanyl” which C.L. did [2].

The day before Eric died, prosecutors allege that Kouri talked to a money lender to whom she owed at least $1.8 million and had a phone call with the IRS. Documents also state that Kouri had outstanding state and federal tax liabilities totaling $189,840 and owed Eric at least $514,346 [2].

On March 4, 2022, Eric Richins died of a fentanyl overdose with the fentanyl being described by the medical examiner as being “illicit, not medical grade” [2]. Kouri told authorities that she fell asleep and woke up to find Eric “cold to the touch”. Kouri also said that she attempted to perform CPR but when medical personnel arrived at the house, they noted that it did not appear as if Kouri had done CPR. A few days after Eric’s death, Kouri had a locksmith drill into Eric’s safe which contained between $125,000 and $165,000 in cash. In July 2022, Katie Richins-Benson hired a private investigator to follow Kouri. Katie and Kouri have been in a legal battle over Eric’s trust and estate since his death [2].

Kouri Richins has continued to deny the accusations that she poisoned her husband, even though prosecutors site copious amounts of evidence that incriminates her [2]. Evidence includes Kouri’s internet searches of “What is a lethal dose of fentanyl” and “Death certificate says pending, will life insurance still pay?” [3]. The lawsuit filed by Katie Richins-Benson also says that “Kouri committed the foregoing acts in calculated, systematic fashion and for no reason other than to actualize a horrific endgame- to conceal her ruinous debt, misappropriate assets for the benefit of her personal business, orchestrate Eric’s demise, and profit from his passing.” [1].

Kouri Richins is being held without bail in the Summit County Jail in Utah [5]. The time Kouri has spent in jail has included an intense legal battle with prosecutors and her defense team with prosecutors debating on whether or not to seek the death penalty against Kouri and alleging that Kouri has engaged in witness tampering.

In September of this year, Kouri wrote a letter that appeared to encourage her brother to provide false testimony, but Kouri claims that it was just part of a fictional book she was writing [3]. Prosecutors say that the six-page handwritten letter accounts to witness tampering because it allegedly contains instructions for Kouri’s brother to repeat a “false narrative" that would suggest Eric Richins had gone to Mexico to buy pain pills and fentanyl. Kouri defended the letter in a phone call to her mother by saying “When I first got in here, I was telling you I was writing a book…those letters were not a paper to you guys, they were a part of my freaking book”. Kouri’s attorney Skye Lazaro asserts in the defense motion that it appeared that the state obtained the letter in a “potentially illegal search” saying that the letter was found in a labelled envelope. Prosecutors deny the claim saying that the letter was found inside of Kouri’s LSAT prep book during a legal search of her cell [3].

After much consideration, prosecutors decided in August that they will not be seeking the death penalty against Kouri Richins [4]. A Notice of Intent was filed from the Summit County Attorney’s Office and said that “This decision was made in careful consideration with Eric Richins’ father and his two sisters, who are Eric Richins’ personal representative and victim representative, respectively”. Kouri’s aggravated murder charge will now be handled as a noncapital first-degree felony. On top of that charge, Kouri faces charges of criminal homicide and three counts of possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute [4].

Currently the defense and prosecution are in the midst of discovery and filing pre-trial motions. Kouri Richins’ attorney has estimated that there is already 1.2 million individual pieces of evidence, mostly cell phone data, to comb through [6]. Richins’ defense team filed a motion to dismiss the case based on prosecutorial misconduct over the recent filing of Kouri’s alleged witness tampering letter. Judge Richard Mrazik ruled that the trial will proceed and that a third-party attorney will be reviewing material written by Kouri to see if any attorney-client privilege exists [7].

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[1] https://www.cbsnews.com/news/kouri-richins-accused-fatal-poisoning-husband-profit-from-death-lawsuit/

[2] https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/timeline-utah-mom-kouri-richins-husband-death-fentanyl-rcna85787

[3] https://www.cnn.com/2023/09/20/us/kouri-richins-husband-fentanyl-murder-letter/index.html

[4] https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/19/us/kouri-richins-husband-murder-utah/index.html

[5] https://www.parkrecord.com/news/kouri-richins-case-not-up-for-capital-punishment/

[6] https://www.kpcw.org/summit-county/2023-09-03/kouri-richins-murder-trial-isnt-happening-any-time-soon

[7] https://www.cnn.com/kouri-richins-murder-case-utah/index.html

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First transatlantic flight using 100% green fuels to take off

By Katy Austin

Transport correspondent

The first transatlantic flight powered only by alternative fuels will take off from the UK on Tuesday morning.

Operated by Virgin Atlantic, it will fly from London’s Heathrow to New York’s JFK airport at 11:30 GMT.

Airlines see the flight, which is supported by government funding, as demonstrating that a greener way of flying is possible.

But a lack of fuel supply remains a challenge, while other technology will be needed to hit emissions targets.

The flight is a one-off of its kind so far, and is not carrying fare-paying passengers.

So-called sustainable aviation fuels (SAF) can be made from a variety of sources, including crops, household waste and cooking oils.

For this flight, a Boeing 787 will be filled with 50 tonnes of SAF. Two types are being used, with 88% derived from waste fats and the rest from the wastes of corn production in the US.

Following test and analysis, the flight was approved by UK regulator the Civil Aviation Authority earlier this month. A number of companies have been involved in the project including engine-maker Rolls-Royce and energy giant BP.

The aviation industry is particularly difficult to decarbonise, but airline bosses view SAF as the most effective tool available to help bring its net emissions down to zero.

Planes still emit carbon when using SAF, but the industry says the “lifecycle emissions” of these fuels can be up to 70% lower.

Shai Weiss, chief executive of Virgin Atlantic, said the airline’s flight on Tuesday was “proving… that fossil-derived fuel can be replaced by sustainable aviation fuel”.

“It’s really the only pathway to decarbonising long-haul aviation over and above having the youngest fleet in the sky,” he told the BBC’s Today programme. “It is a really momentous achievement.”

However, he said there was not enough SAF currently. “The issue is how we get enough production here in the UK as part of an industrial revolution and more importantly around the world.”

He admitted that due to the fuel being more expensive, flight prices would end up being higher.

Guilt-free flying not in easy reach – scientists

Using pig fat as green jet fuel ‘will hurt planet’

SAF is already used in small amounts, blended with traditional jet fuel, but accounts for less than 0.1% of the aviation fuel consumed around the world.

It currently costs more than kerosene, and relatively small amounts are made. Aircraft are usually only allowed to use up to 50% in a blend.

There are no dedicated commercial SAF plants in the UK, although the government aim is to have five under construction by 2025, supported by grant funding.

Airlines see the first long-haul flight using 100% SAF as a significant milestone. But experts say such fuels are not a magic bullet.

Dr Guy Gratton, associate professor of aviation and the environment at Cranfield University, said: “We can’t produce a majority of our fuel requirements this way because we just don’t have the feedstocks. And even if you do, these fuels are not true ‘net zeros’.”

He said the growing use of SAF had to be treated as “a stepping stone towards future, genuinely net zero technologies”.

“This might be e-fuels [which are manufactured using captured carbon dioxide or carbon monoxide, together with hydrogen], it might be hydrogen, it might be some technologies that we still really only have at the laboratory stage.”

The policy director of the Aviation Environment Federation campaign group, Cait Hewitt, said the idea that the flight meant the UK was closer to “guilt-free” flying was “a joke”.

She said that the hope is there will be better technology in the future to cut carbon emissions but, for now, the only way to achieve this is to “fly less”.

UK ministers and the industry have insisted they believe “net zero” by 2050 is achievable with passenger numbers increasing.

Transport Secretary Mark Harper told BBC Breakfast: “There are those campaigners who want to tell ordinary people that they can’t fly. That’s their view, they’re entitled to it. The government doesn’t agree with them.

“Using sustainable aviation fuel means that over its life cycle we produce around 70% less carbon emissions than traditional fuels so that is a really big step forward,” he added.

“We are also involved with supporting the industry develop hydrogen and also electric flights for shorter-haul flights, so all of that technology is being developed.”

Mr Harper acknowledged that using sustainable aviation fuels “is not the only solution” but he said: “It is a really important step with those other technologies to make sure we can carry on flying and protect the environment.”

The UK government plans to require 10% of aviation fuel to be SAF by 2030.

Airlines UK, which represents UK-registered carriers, said they must be able to access enough affordable SAF to meet such a requirement, with as much as possible coming from the UK.

Its boss Tim Alderslade said: “The last thing we want is higher fuel costs for UK passengers compared to the rest of Europe and the US, with worse sustainability outcomes and thousands of new jobs lost overseas.”

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Future Tech Episode 08: Silicon Valley Bank Collapse Explained & AI Dete...

This week's top stories of the week include: 0:15 Silicon Valley Bank collapse explained - On 10 March, Silicon Valley Bank (SVB) failed after a ‘run’ on the bank from customers wishing to draw cash. The bank didn’t have enough funds to pay them. So federal regulators had to step in and shut it down. Silicon Valley Bank is the biggest US bank to fail since the 2008 financial crisis and the second-biggest ever. Just a few days ago, it was a respected player in the tech space, with thousands of venture capital-backed start-ups among its customers. So how did things go wrong so quickly? Watch the video to learn more about the Silicon Valley Bank collapse. 2:14 Aviation will be net zero by 2050 - Altogether, aviation is currently responsible for 2.5% of global emissions. Without action to reduce emissions, demand could see this soar 300% by 2050. 65% of the way to net zero will come from switching to sustainable aviation fuels (SAF). Its production uses a fraction of the carbon footprint generated by petroleum fuel. 3:49 AI detects lung cancer better than humans - It reads routine chest X-rays to highlight up to 29 abnormalities. Including the patient’s risk of lung cancer so a radiologist can take a look. Usually, human radiologists scour X-rays by eye. But 20% of lung cancer risks go undetected this way, causing a potential delay in diagnosis and poorer outcomes. The new tool was developed by Qure.ai and is being scaled up in partnership with AstraZeneca. The tool was trained using over 4 million X-rays. In trials, it was 17% more sensitive than a human. Early data indicates impressive accuracy for identifying risk of malignancy 5:18 Researchers restore movement for stroke victims - Doctors implant electrodes in the patient’s neck. These stimulate undamaged parts of the spinal cord and bring movement back to paralyzed arms and hands. _____________________________________________ The World Economic Forum is the International Organization for Public-Private Cooperation. The Forum engages the foremost political, business, cultural and other leaders of society to shape global, regional and industry agendas. We believe that progress happens by bringing together people from all walks of life who have the drive and the influence to make positive change. #SiliconValleyBankCollapse, #SustainableAviation ,#AIHealthcare, #StrokeRecovery, #GlobalAgenda

[whattheabcxyz]

2023-02-21

People

Bao Fan is latest high-profile Chinese businessman to go missing - probably being “re-educated” by the f**king CCP

Singapore

Despite ban, vaping here is still a problem & on the rise

SAF healthcare hub launched at Kranji Camp III - for service personnel

Survey finds fresh tech graduates from local unis bag highest starting pay of over $5.6K

Jail for money mule who worked with member of Nigerian love scam group & had child with him

Wage hikes for nearly 40K administrators & drivers starting from next month

2 teens dealt with under ISA - 15-year-old student is youngest-ever detainee... read how terrorist groups target youth online through games & chats

Fish wholesale firm proprietor gave at least $43.5K in bribes to FairPrice senior team leader

Health

Coroner explains how worker’s death was ruled as a result of COVID-19 vaccine - now we know why vaccine death rates are lower than reported globally: as long as there’s something else they can pin the blame on, the vaccine won’t be considered a cause!!!

Travel

Singapore: Vivian Balakrishnan urges China to restore flights & connections to pre-pandemic levels - shameful how we need to rely on 1 of the worst countries in the world to survive

Food

How to reduce arsenic in brown rice - all brown rice contains some levels of arsenic (from the soil & other pollutants), but you can reduce some of it by discarding the water it’s boiled in

Don Don Donki warns that it may not be able to find/remove all parasitic worms from its sashimi - fair warning given; eat at your own risk!

Sembawang eatery knowingly gave customer a smaller portion than usual of food - forget fairness... we should all just stop giving these eateries any business at all!!!

Eggs from Brunei now being sold in Singapore @ NTUC

Society

Alaska teen pleads guilty to killing “best friend” for money - the murderer looks like she has Down syndrome & has an IQ to match

Gossip

^ Singapore: Elderly fans run into Tony Leung @ Gardens By The Bay

Politics

Biden pledges more aid on surprise Kyiv visit ahead of Ukraine invasion anniversary

Putin’s latest propaganda speech