#PRU 4

[m-u-n-c-h-y]

I went and quickly designed a Fem!Gage for a fem slash fic I wrote, and I'm just gonna say it. 

 Gage should have been a butch lesbian.

[gerbits]

we're back!

[kyyypo]

"Hetalia Unofficial Fanbook preview: "Sparkling, Summer, Soda~!", featuring the BTT!

Basically, 28-ish pages about France, Spain and Prussia having their beach episode!"

...is what i wanted to say, but nope, its just a fake preview to fool around (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ i had fun drawing these, but i dont think i have the patience and skills to draw an actual doujin (?) 😭 maybe someday...

u can pretend ur reading a doujin preview here ↓

front cover || back cover.

(read from left -> right from here on, pls excuse me for any grammar mistake TT)

that's the end of the "preview", the rest of the book gonna be three old men doing silly things at the beach. but wait, i got more !! right down are the 4-koma that will probably end up in the book if its even real ↓

you can see the last page is rlly rush bc i kinda gave up after a week working on this 😭 theres another page reveals that theyre staying at miss seychelles' house, but ive reached the image limit 🥲

also if youre wondering why france and spain call prussia "pru-chan", then its beacause they just wanna tease him, but prussia is like "they call me that bc im as cute as a little bird!!" so it doesnt affect him at all.

[brenhotapplepies]

White cat named Prudence, huh Astrid? Who had a white fluffy cat last hmmmm? HMMMM?!!

I see you. I SEE YOU!!! You Bren simp, you.

Also though:

Prudence pru·​dence 1: the ability to govern and discipline oneself by the use of reason 2: sagacity or shrewdness in the management of affairs 3: skill and good judgment in the use of resources 4: caution or circumspection as to danger or risk

I see you too Matthew. Perfect characterization in the smallest way. Fucking masterful.

[officialgleamstar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Oxventure (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Corazón de Ballena/Dob/Egbert The Careless/Merilwen/Prudence Characters: Prudence (Oxventure), Egbert the Careless, Merilwen (Oxventure), Corazón de Ballena, Dob (Oxventure) Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, except its 4 + 1 but yknow that format, Possessive Behavior, Denial of Feelings, OT5, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Polyamory, Prudence-centric (Oxventure), Getting Together Summary:

“That was… very kind of you, Pru, but I could have handled that myself.” Merilwen’s troubled expression broke into a lopsided grin. “I was in the middle of a gentle letdown when you came in fists blazing, actually, though that was quite the show of strength.” “Since when did you throw punches instead of just blasting everyone with scary tentacle beams?” Dob asked, incredulous, and Prudence’s brain finally caught up with the present. She stiffed, holding herself very still as she scrambled for a response that warranted punching a face in the stranger. After too long of a moment, she remembered that she was Prudence and she could do whatever she wanted. “Just felt like it. No one comes onto my Merilwen.” “Awww.” “Shut up, Dob.” “I’m not yours, Prudence,” Merilwen replied, still amused more than anything, and Prudence shrugged. “Sure you are.” She tried for an arrogant, above all of you silly good people tone, but from the look Merilwen gave her, she wasn’t succeeding. - 4 times Prudence was possessive with no right to be, and 1 time they truly were hers.

woe. 4+1 OT5 fic be upon thee <3

[saltyskeletonkidpasta]

I think people were a bit confused by the flashforwards in the finale. They are NOT canon and its literally confirmed by the writers/actors. They're each characters imagination of the what the future could/what they'd like it to look like. So jandy endgame=not canon just Andy's dream and hers was while she was unconscious so it might not even be what she wants, marina's future family is not real just carina's imagination etc. The only thing set in stone for the future is that andy eventually becomes chief and maya is captain, and this would be at least 15 years into the future as pru would have to be atleast 18 as she becomes becomes a firefighter when she is older and she's like 3 or 4 right now,so they eventually run the place like they always wanted it was a good end for them and smart by the writers to cover things people wanted to see in the characters imagination but also making it not real so they can easily pick up where they left off if the show was to ever get renewed and the only thing that restricts them is they cant kill off andy or maya as their future is confirmed but they were always the least likely to get killed off anyway so that doesnt spoil anything imo. They can easily fill in that gap with whatever they want or if it doesn't get renewed then it's up to the fans imagination what happens.

[overthinkingbelle]

Aaron Tveit appreciation post.

Movie appearances/roles:

2008-Ghost Town (Anesthesiologist)

2010-Howl (Peter Orlovsky)

2011-Girl Walks into a Bar (Henry)

2012-Premium Rush (Kyle)

2012-Les Misérables (Enjolras)

2013-A Dream of Flying (The Young Man) Short film

2015- Big Sky (Pru)

2016-Undrafted (John "Maz" Mazzello)

2016-Better Off Single (Charlie) Previously named Stereotypically You

2017-Created Equal (Tommy Reilly)

2018-Out of Blue (Tony Silvero)

TV roles/appearances:

2009–2012 Gossip Girl (William "Tripp" van der Bilt III) 10 episodes

2010 Ugly Betty (Zachary Boule) Episode: "All the World's a Stage"

2010 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit(Jan Eyck) Episode: "Beef"

2011 Body of Proof (Skip) Episode: "Point of Origin"

2011 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (Stevie Harris) Episode: "Personal Fouls"

2011 The Good Wife (Spencer Zschau) Episode: "Executive Order 13224"

2013–2015 Graceland (Mike Warren) Main cast; 38 episodes

2016 Grease Live (Danny Zuko) Television movie

2016 BrainDead (Gareth Ritter) Main cast; 13 episodes

2017–21 The Good Fight (Spencer Zschau) 3 episodes

2019 The Code (Matt Dobbins) 5 episodes

2020 One Royal Holiday (Prince James Gallant) Television movie

2021 American Horror Stories (Adam) Episode: "Rubber(wo) Man Part Two", (Jay Gantz) Episode: "Feral"

2021–present Schmigadoon! (Danny Bailey) Main cast; 6 episodes

Theatre works:

2003 Footloose (Garvin) Merry-Go-Round Playhouse [2003 Regional production]

2004 Rent (Steve, u/s Roger, Mark) US national tour [January – December 2004 National tour replacement]

2005–08 Hairspray (Link Larkin) US national tour [August 2005 – July 2006 First national tour replacement], Neil Simon Theatre [July 18, 2006 – January 18, 2007; April 1 – May 4, 2008 Broadway replacement]

2007 Calvin Berger (Matt) Barrington Stage Company: [July 3–14, 2007 Original regional production]

2007 The Three Musketeers (D'Artagnan) North Shore Music Theatre [August 21 – September 9, 2007 Regional production]

2008–10 Next to Normal (Gabe Goodman) Second Stage Theatre [January 16 – March 16,2008 Original Off-Broadway production], Arena Stage [November 21, 2008 – January 18, 2009 Original Washington, D.C. production], Booth Theatre [March 27, 2009 – January 3, 2010 Original Broadway production]

2008 Saved! (Dean) Playwrights Horizons

[May 10 – June 22, 2008 Original Off-Broadway production]

2008–09 Wicked (Fiyero Tigelaar) Gershwin Theatre [June 24 – November 9, 2008;

January 20 – March 9, 2009Broadway replacement]

2009–11 Catch Me If You Can (Frank Abagnale, Jr.) 5th Avenue Theatre [July 28 – August 16, 2009 Original Seattle production] Neil Simon Theatre: [March 11 – September 4, 2011 Original Broadway production]

2010 Rent (Roger Davis) Hollywood Bowl: [August 6–8, 2010 Limited engagement]

2014–15 Assassins (John Wilkes Booth) Menier Chocolate Factory: [November 21, 2014 – February 8, 2015 Off-West End revival]

2017Company (Robert) Barrington Stage Company: [August 10 – September 10, 2017 Regional revival]

2018–22; 2023 Moulin Rouge!(Christian) Emerson Colonial Theatre: [July 10 – August 19, 2018 Original Boston production] Al Hirschfeld Theatre: [June 28, 2019 – March 11, 2020, September 24, 2021 – May 8, 2022, January 17 – April 9, 2023 Original Broadway production; paused due to COVID-19 , Won 2020 Tony Award for Best Actor in a Musical, Returning for limited engagement in 2023]

Feb. 9-May 12, 2023 Sweeney Todd (title role) Broadway revival, Lunt-Fontanne Theater (replacement)

Source: Wikipedia

[goldammerchen]

buncha quotes from over the years

History Copy Book no.2 (2015):

He will be living with Germany and not doing much for a while still, but even if he disappears, he would be happy knowing that his younger brother has inherited all his knowledge and awesomeness.

2013/2014 Halloween Comic – Page 5:

"I'm happy to mess around even for just a little while. When I'm at home by myself, I start thinking deeply about my own existence like a little bird (...)" "Most of the work is done by my super competent little brother. Meanwhile, I'm reading books with the speed of four in one day and effectively becoming a genius!"

Cleaning Mr. Prussia – Germany (Aug 31, 2010)

GER: Since the unification until now I’ve done everything by myself. GER: This kind of thing is no problem for me. PRU: Don’t overdo it! GER: Ah… PRU: Not just with this, historically speaking too, Germans are quick to overreach themselves! PRU: You’re not alone. PRU: Me and Saxony and Bayern… and Brandenburg and then there’s, um, Hessen and Holstein… GER: It’s ok, I got it, I got it. PRU: Don’t forget that all your older bros are with you! GER: Yeah… GER: You’re right…

September 4, 2010:

What are Germany’s brothers other than Prussia doing? Maybe they retired, maybe they disappeared, something like that. They are all connected to current Germany as they were all passing the baton from one generation to the next.

It’s a Treasure Box of Countries (2011):

Usually, when the culture or the country’s personality dies/disappears, the country would gradually disappear or entrust him/herself to the country that takes over him/her. There are also cases that him/her is not a country but continues to live leisurely as a representative of a region.

Hetalia World☆Stars – Chapter 436 (July 2022)

"You won't won't disappear if you put your heart into it!"

"We [nation-people] can come into existence from anywhere... As long as we have the will to become independent..."

last one added so this isn't a complete a bummer... just kidding: BOOM! Read Private Concert (October 31th, 2014), and re-read the quotes later.

[bridgertonandchocolate]

Doing another rewatch and it makes my brain go a little feral. Here’s some thoughts you didn’t ask me for about this scene right here:

1. What are you looking at Pru? Don’t think we don’t see you watching Pen walking over to Colin. Maybe in season 3 we see Pru being a little more aware of Pen and her actions and maybe she’ll out her sister about some things. She knows they were writing letters by this point so…it’s just interesting she is putting interest into what Pen is doing since no one else really cares much.

2. I mean we know Colin is a dumb boy but man he really doesn’t hold back in this scene. He gives the heart eyes and then we all know what he says at the end. Bless his heart for being blind.

3. Pen totally fishing for info on Colin’s “mystery” woman only to discover there wasn’t one. I use this scene as some of my evidence to hope and believe Colin still has his v card. He’s sworn off women, obviously.

4. Sorry. Back to dumb boy Colin when he tells her that it was her letters that encouraged him to start seeing himself the way she sees him. I take this to mean self love and discovery and dear lord. In the book Colin admits to being aware that Penelope had been in love with him and it made him uncomfortable. I’m not sure if at this point that’s what is happening here but I don’t think so because why would he even bring it up if it made him uncomfy? So…I’m going with he’s still just dumb boy Colin.

5. You’re my friend. Yeah whatever Colin Bridgerton. Why are you always reaching for her hands? Remember the look in your eyes seeing Pen upon your return home? Okayyyyy.

[timdrakequotes]

Owens: …so Pru walks up to Dusan like she was the Demon himself. The room went dead silent, everyone was just sure he was going to kill her. And she says to him, I swear I will never forget this… She says to him that he should really get some sun. He’s looking a bit pale.

Pru: How was I supposed to know? None of you bastards told me! I’d never seen an albino before!

Owens: He was called the “White Ghost,” Pru.

Pru: Well, whatever. You all enjoyed it, too, didn’t you?! You just let me keep going on!

Z: The White Ghost had broken seven of her bones, and she was still cursing at him. Soo he broke four more.

Red Robin: So me breaking your nose three times in the last four days really wasn’t anything new for you, was it?

Owens: Hahahaha!!

Pru: I hate you all.

--Tim Drake with Zeddmore Washington, Owens and Prudence Wood (Red Robin #4 – The Grail: Conclusion)

[dayables]

Fics I want to write

Tim Drake goes on a world tour for some reason (WE??? Finding himself idk??) Things promptly go wrong. Sort of a oneshot per chapter with an overarching arc about leaving behind the Robin mantle on his own voilition, the recognition that he is rich af and how his ability to make friends wherever he goes is an skill he can use as a vigilante. (Characters to call in would include: Core 4, Nightwing, Pru, Tam for a business adventure specifically, Babs, Cass/Black Bat, Steph/batgirl. ONLY BRUCE if the world is ending/the others are unavailable.)

The batfam play the trolly problem. (Bruce tries to stop the train, so does Damien at first until he sees how Bruce is doomed to fail, Cass tries to untie everyone on the tracks. Jason will always kill 1 less person UNLESS it's a criminal etc... need to work out Tim and Dick.)

Victor comes back to Sydney and Mitch's life. It isn't pretty

June decides to stick with Sydney, as to make sure she's 'safe' from Victor. Turns out she and Victor are lot more simular than they seem.

Serena Clarke character study <3

Scarian 3rd life role reversal

My Hero Detective Midoriya! AU

[grumpygreenwitch]

The Witches and Wizards Job 1-2

More writing! More fanfiction! This one combines two of my loves, the Leverage TV series and The Dresden Files books. It is, as usual for my fanfiction, written at speed, spell-checked only casually. However, this time continuity is a Very Important Thing, so I'm crossing my fingers. Also, since the Dresden writing style is so different from my own, I had someone speed-beta that section solely to check that the 'voice' was right.

The events here take place during Leverage's Season 4, a little after the Hot Potato Job. And at some point before Book 10 of The Dresden Files, but definitely after Book 5. Other than that the timeline's kind of scrungly.

In any case, it's no yet finished, so I don't know how long it's gonna go. It will update once a week here, but it's also up on AO3, where it will update much faster, if you don't wanna wait. Commentary is always appreciated, as would be a cuppa tea.

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1-2 + 3-4 + 5-6 + 7-8 + 9-10-11 + 12-13-14 + 15-16 + 17-18-19 + 20-21-22 + 23-24-25 + 26-27-28 + 29-30 + 31-32-33 + 34-35-36 + 37-38 + 39-40-41-42-43

ONE

Nate was fighting a one-man battle that he was very much afraid he was losing.

Boston and its surroundings spoke so very loudly of his childhood and younger years. Of times and memories he wanted very hard to forget. He would have pretended they didn't exist if he'd not been in the habit of being punctiliously honest with himself; he'd spend enough years letting a bottle lie to him.

But the truth was, he'd never hated Boston. It was home. The Common greeted him with familiar sights no matter what the season. He could go anywhere, look up, and know where he was by the sight of a familiar landmark, either the good ol' Pru, the timeless Triangle or the brand new Zakim bridge. He had fond, if mosquito-laden, memories of summers spent listening to either Shakespeare in the Park or sneaking into games at Fenway.

That love was coming back to him, no matter how he fought. He'd have to move soon or he might not be able to move at all, not without bleeding once again.

And yet, on that late summer afternoon, with a chilly sea breeze blowing in from Revere to warn the city that autumn was on its way, he lingered before the Eliot Hotel, and felt comfortable in the sights and sounds of a modern metropolis both like and unlike that of his childhood. He even fancied feeling the thrum of the Green Line trains just under his feet, even though he knew that was unlikely in the extreme. Traffic on Newbury blew past him, at its lowest ebb at the moment.

Nate had a meeting. He didn't like the meeting, he didn't like that he'd been asked to come like an errand boy to someone else's beck and call. At the pub he knew every nook, every cranny, every escape route, every weapon. Here, he knew he was at a disadvantage; worse, he couldn't tell how much of one.

But the name on the invitation had trumped all of that.

He trotted up the steps to the gracious hotel and offered the doorman the invitation. The man in his dapper uniform took it and smiled. "Ah, mister Ford." He opened the door for Nate. "You are expected."

"I'm sure I am," Nate muttered, but he still managed to offer a polite thank you. He was himself, as he always was, curling hair slightly rumpled, suit a little too loose here and there where it could have been better tucked in. He looked like a petty businessman who thought too much of himself and wouldn't see a con until it bit him in the arse.

It was a very good facade, and he only surrendered it for meeting clients.

A pert young lady in the hotel's uniform led him to the door attaching the nearby restaurant to the hotel. She held the door open for him with a bright smile.

And she closed and locked it between them.

The place was dark, the chairs up, shades lowered over the windows. The hours on the door proclaimed that it wouldn't be open for another hour, at least. Nate pursed his lips minutely.

"Hello?" he called out into the gloom.

"Mister Ford," a heavily accented voice replied. "Please excuse me, I am… surprised that you came."

"Well, you've got me curious if nothing else, mister Fedorov," Nate explained mildly, advancing in the dark. At the bar he met a man, a little taller than him, dressed in an custom-tailored three-piece charcoal suit with a very plain gold silk tie. The clothes did an exceptional job of hiding the heavy muscle across the man's shoulders, over his chest and along his arms, as well as the bulge of a gun in an underarm holster. Nate wouldn't have known either was there if he'd not expected they would be.

He had blue eyes and dark, curly hair cut and tousled artfully, and he smelled faintly of a very expensive aftershave only to be purchased in Vladivostok. Freshly shaven, his face was full of sharp, predatory angles. He didn't offer his hand, as if he knew Nate wouldn't take it. Instead he poured two cups from a nearby teapot, and the scent of the tea, heady and strong, filled the space between them. There was a laptop and a slim pile of folders behind the teapot.

Nate had run an extensive background on the man and turned up nothing he didn't already know. Vanya Fedorov was the Chief Financial Officer of a small but profitable cybersecurity start-up with offices in Cambridge, US and Cambridge, UK. He was halfway through his third decade of life, a Vladivostok native, he spoke seven languages fluently, and was a geology hobbyist. He was also third-in-line for the command chain of the Eastern Seaboard Russian mafia, after a meteoric rise to power that had him at loggerheads with his own father, the actual man in charge. He was being watched very closely by the real powers back in the Motherland because his uncle, the second-in-command, had all but tapped him already as the heir of preference. He was ruthless, intelligent, driven, ambitious, and his code of morals, if he actually had any, was known only to him. He was, to sum it up, the sort of man Leverage Inc. took down, not the sort they took on as a client.

And yet, here Nate was, having been summoned by a plea for help from, if not the last man on his list, someone pretty damn close to the bottom. He took the cup with a murmured thanks. "So, why am I here, mister Fedorov?" Before the man could speak, Nate lifted a hand. "Literally. Why."

"Vanya, please, mister Ford." When Nate's brows went up at the offered familiarity, the Russian sighed minutely. "A valid question. Believe me. It hurts that I have to come to an Irishman for help, particularly in this city. Particularly in this matter. But in truth, I am… out of my depth. We," he corrected pointedly, "are out of our depth." And with you and your people's reputation, I can only hope you won't be."

Nate sipped at the tea. "You've got my curiosity, and now you've got my attention. Still don't have my services, though."

Vanya snorted humorlessly, and dragged the laptop over. "Did you hear about the fire in Somerville? That fancy restaurant?"

"I don't think it wise for you to confess to any crimes to me, mister Fedorov," Nate pointed out mildly.

At that the Russian did seem amused, however briefly. "We did not do it, mister Ford. It was done to us." He opened the laptop and tapped a few commands before turning it over so Nate could see the screen, split into four separate camera feeds. Two belonged to the restaurant; the others were outside angles, likely from nearby businesses. "A very important member of the organization, a man in good standing, was throwing a private party, an anniversary celebration for his parents. A small thing, just family and friends."

"His friends, or the family's?"

"It was not business," Vanya persisted.

On the screen, Nate watched as one of the restaurant's cameras, aimed at the delivery area and partially covering the kitchen, was thrown into actinic brightness by a massive fireball. Plumes of black smoke quickly overtook the view of the other camera, at the front of the restaurant.

"You were, I am told, in the insurance business," the Russian said mildly. "You know what you are looking at."

"A firebomb." Nate was working hard at keeping a grimace off his face. No one needed a return to the bad old days where the crime syndicates of Boston fought more or less openly on the streets, not giving a damn who got caught in the crossfire.

Vanya's grin was sharp and thin. "I can smell your worry. Let me assure you, Ford. When I say this was not business, I mean it."

Nate couldn't hide his surprise at that. "It was not the Family?"

"It was none of the players," Vanya expanded, further catching him off-guard. "I have looked at them all. I suspected as much, but I had to do my job."

"You suspected. Why?"

"Because this is the latest in a string of attacks." Vanya slid the folders over to him, all but one. "They are not directed at our business. They are not even directed at one family within the business. But they are targeting us, all the same. Innocents are dying and we, I, cannot stop it happening. I am hoping you can."

Nate sucked in a deep breath as he flicked through the folders. A bridge collapse. An accidental lockdown and halon release in an art gallery. A train crash. The attacks, if that's truly what they were, were all over the place; it would be nearly impossible to find a signature, or any sort of commonality. Like the firebomb, they all looked like accidents.

Nate eyed the folder he hadn't been offered. "You have a suspect."

For the first time in their meeting Fedorov looked uncertain. "I have… something. In truth, I don't know what. Understand this, mister Ford. I like my other job. It is not just a thing on paper for me. I like security. I like technology. That job is the only reason I have found this one common thread binding all the incidents." He opened the last folder for Nate.

A dozen or so blurry pictures stared up at the mastermind. They were all of a woman, older, but that was all he could tell. Not one of the shots managed to catch her in more than broad strokes, as if the camera simply refused to focus. It was her, specifically - everyone else around her was perfectly clear, from the man helping her out of the train's wreckage to the two young teenagers escorting her away from some sort of flash flood.

"Who is she?" When Vanya didn't answer, Nate looked up to find the most profoundly uncomfortable look on the Russian's face. "Fedorov, who is she?"

Vanya shifted minutely. It might as well have been a shriek of alarm from a man in his position. Nate blinked. Waited.

"Baba Yaga."

"Excuse me?"

"I know what it sounds like."

"Really? Because it sounds like you're telling me a fairy did this."

"She's not a fairy. Grandmother is much more than that." Anger sharpened Vanya's accent. "She is a power, a dream, a nightmare. Something older than time." He blew out a sharp breath. "I am a rational man, mister Ford. I understand abstraction, I work in cybersecurity, after all. I do not know what to believe, but I must believe something, and I have nothing else." He stared at the pictures. "Unless you and your people find something else."

"We're not monster hunters, Fedorov."

"Then do not hunt a monster. Hunt me an explanation. Hunt me something that makes sense." The Russian tightened one hand into a fist. "Hunt me something I can stop, so innocents stop dying."

"An odd request from a Russian mob enforcer."

Vanya shrugged mildly. "I am a traditional man, mister Ford. I want a return to the old ways, when we offered real protection, not a pretense of it to extort money. When a man's word was worth something more than the bullets he carries or the pain his hands can inflict."

Nate stared at the pictures, at the videos. On the laptop's screen the first responders had finally arrived.

"What if it is Baba Yaga?" he asked, if only because Vanya had offered it as an option, forcing Nate to add it to the list of possibilities and to know what sort of contingencies Fedorov expected from him.

The Russian visibly paled but rallied swiftly, a half-smile curling up his mouth. "Then I guess we will do all we can to find out why she is angry at us, so we can correct the issue and beg her apologies." He let Nate mull on that. "Have I got your services, mister Ford?"

Nate played restlessly with a breath held in his mouth. There had to be a logical explanation, of course. Just because Fedorov hadn't found it didn't mean it wasn't there. But he couldn't readily see one.

What he did see was a man in a tremendously powerful position within the Boston underworld, interested in maintaining the fragile peace between the syndicates and willing to be in Nate's debt to achieve his goals. The latter alone was worth a lot.

He scooped up the folders. "I'll let you know," he said curtly, heading for the restaurant's front door. He paused with his hand on the knob. "Uh, this is a sushi bar, isn't it?"

"A Japanese restaurant, but they do serve excellent sushi."

"Why here? Why not one of your places?"

Vanya smiled wryly. "Because I no longer dare guarantee their safety, but I have yet to find someone willing to fuck with the Japanese."

TWO

"We're not monster hunters, Nate," Eliot said mildly as he nursed a beer and stared at the array of screens before him.

"I know, but -" Nate flapped his hand distractedly. "Just ignore the, ignore the monster angle, alright? We have someone, or a bunch of someones, who are responsible for fourteen so-called accidents. Someone who's doing such a flawless job that no one's caught up onto the fact that they aren't accidents."

"Flawless is right," Hardison pointed out, pulling up on one of the screens blueprints and reports. "Arson investigation, insurance investigations, police, Interpol, private security firms, they all ruled them accidents. But you put all their reports, all their data together, and some really nasty stuff starts taking shape."

"Ugh." Sophie groaned around her coffee cup. "So clever and instead of going after the actual bad guys they go after their wives, their kids, their parents. I thought that just wasn't done."

"It isn't," Eliot confirmed. "Few universal rules in organized crime, but that one's the second biggest: don't target innocents."

"What's the first?" Parker asked.

"Don't talk to the cops," Eliot, Sophie and Nate all replied at the same time.

The team crossed a look, equal parts surprise and amusement.

"I'm not even in organized crime and I know that one," Parker admitted.

"The point," Nate fought to herd the cats back together, "is that this is happening, it's affecting innocents, and it needs to stop. This isn't like one of our usual jobs, obviously, so I do have to ask: are we taking it?"

There was silence.

"I don't know, Nate, I don't like it," Eliot said at last. "Yeah, there were bystanders in at least half those places. There's no way there weren't a few innocent people on that train, or the nitrogen spill in Kuala Lumpur. But if the frigging Russian mob can't pin it down, someone else needs to step up and do the job, yes - I just can't see what the job actually is."

"There's nothing to steal," Parker protested.

"Nothing to hack," Hardison added. "All of these 'accidents' were mechanical in nature. Analog. Even the halon release was a faulty piece of equipment, not software failure. That alone is hinky as hell, halon tech isn't new but it's not old, either, but…" He threw his hands up helplessly.

"Nothing to con." Sophie shrugged gracefully. "Even this woman Fedorov thinks is Baba Yaga, who is she? A victim, the criminal, a bystander, the target?"

"I'd be happy with just being able to see her face," Nate muttered, staring at the collection of blurry pictures on one of the screens.

"I can do that much," Hardison perked up. When everyone's attention came to rest on him, he beamed at them. "Fourteen pictures, that's more than enough to create a composite." His hands flew over the keyboard, and on the screen the fourteen pictures began to spin sedately in orbit around a blank canvas that began to fill up with gradients of gray almost immediately. "She's probably using jamming tech."

"To look… to look blurry?" Eliot blinked at him. "That's only for the movies, isn't it?"

Hardison gave him such a look before returning his attention to the screen. "You know that quote from Clarke, 'Any sufficiently advanced technology is -'"

"'-indistinguishable from magic." Both Eliot and Hardison finished the quote together; Sophie, unseen to anyone but Nate, mouthed the words soundlessly and threw him a chipper little smile. "Yeah, but Hardison -"

"If you've got a smartphone you're carrying enough computing power in your pocket to out-compute anything that's twenty years old. For the record, that includes the first Playstation console and the second."

Eliot frowned, a hand automatically going to his pocket. "I thought you'd just souped up our phones."

"Well, I did that, too," Hardison admitted, typing more commands into his keyboard and staring at the increasingly refined composite on the screen. "Just didn't have to, in the case of some people." He looked meaningfully at Nate, who felt once again as if he had to defend himself from a crime he hadn't committed, or might not even be a crime altogether. "Do something with your phone, man."

"I make calls. I take pictures!" Nate protested.

Hardison rolled his eyes.

"It can play music," Sophie suggested mildly.

"So can the radio in my car," Nate grumbled.

"Nate, I am begging you. Hack something," Hardison pleaded. "Live a little." Before Nate could answer, the hacker stood up and straightened up. "Almost done -"

They all turned to look at the screen, so they were all facing it when it cracked from top to bottom with a sound like a grenade going off, showers of sparks flying in every direction. A massive puff of smoke belched out, and delicate circuitry began to drip out of the blackened guts of the screen, hissing as it struck the floor.

Cautiously, heads peeked up from behind wherever they'd ducked. A fire alarm was screeching shrilly. The loft reeked of molten electronic components. The screen had gone black. A piece of tempered glass fell off and shattered on the floor, making them all jump.

"Um," Hardison said in the silence.

"Hardison!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"It's your equipment!"

"And my equipment doesn't just blow up for no good reason!"

Eliot had no counter for that because he knew, they all knew, that it was true.

"She really is Baba Yaga," Parker breathed.

"Parker, no, just -" Nate pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's not real, alright? Baba Yaga's not real."

"Well, how do you know?" she challenged.

"Yeah, Nate, how do you know?" Sophie, ever willing to be the devil's advocate, echoed.

"I -!" He sighed in exasperation. "She's just not, alright? Can we please move on? Hardison, did you get the finished composite?"

"She's an evil Tooth Fairy, Parker," Eliot whispered to the thief.

"Not the finished one, but a few stages shy of it." Hardison printed out a single sheet of paper and began typing all over again. Somewhere in the guts of the building, heavy fans began to work. The fire alarm fell mercifully silent.

"The Tooth Fairy's not real, Eliot," Parker told him with great kindness, startling the hell out of the hitter.

Eliot sputtered for a moment. "How would you - you don't - how d'you know that?"

Parker had very vivid memories of being told to put her first tooth under her pillow, to have it exchanged for cold hard cash. She had equally vivid memories of feeling a hand sneaking up under her pillow and reacting to defend her property by snatching for a wrist, grabbing for a thumb, and twisting. Hard. "She's just not. It's just your parents." She charged over to where Nate was examining the printout. "I wanna see what Baba Yaga looks like."

"Parker, she's not -" Nate found the printout snatched out of his hands.

"Well, now we have to take the job," Sophie told him quietly. "Or she really will believe Baba Yaga's r-"

"Wait, this isn't Baba Yaga!" Parker protested, her tone betrayed. "This is just the old lady in the museum."

"The what?" Sophie asked blankly.

"In the where?" Nate added.

Hardison got a fire extinguisher.

"The old lady in the painting at the Isabella Gardner Museum," Parker explained.

"There's a painting of this woman at the Gardner Museum?" Nate demanded.

"Mm-hm."

"You went to a museum?" Sophie was stunned. "To actually look at the paintings, not to steal them?"

Parker nodded and beamed. "I have a lifetime membership."

"A… lifetime memb- how?"

"You know when someone stole all those paintings from them way back and they couldn't figure out who and they never recovered them?"

"That was you?"

"No, that was Astrid Somerset and her boyfriend -"

"Somerset, of the Arlington Somersets?" Nate asked, a little taken aback.

Unsurprisingly, he got a shrug and a vague noise in response; Parker didn't care about the woman's pedigree, only her technique. "Lousy thief. Horrible little snob," she growled, then beamed again. "So I stole back the one she hadn't sold yet and gave it back to the museum. And I've been working with them to improve security." Her smile turned mischievous. "You want me to get you in?"

Nate opened his mouth, thought better of it. "Hardison, you've got things here?"

Hardison and Eliot were taking down the neatly parted halves of the screen. The hitter looked nothing if not horrified when he pulled the heavy bit of tech away from the wall and overheated cables stretched gooeily after it like taffy.

"Yeah, we got this, man." Belatedly, as the other three walked away, Hardison called after them. "Nate, take pictures!"

[missielynne]

How would you rank the four Charmed sisters from your favorite to least favorite and why? I love them all so this is a very big challenge for me :) Also, which seasons were your favorite? I think I'd pick 4 and 1 (in that order), which are not popular opinions, but I'm weird :)

Phoebe (Love her so muuuuch and her relationship with Cole is one of my favorites in the whole world. I also love how she had the comedic side to the character but also had really good growth too.)

Piper (Love free-spirited characters but I also thought that what they did with her after Prue's death when she had to step up was really well done too and still felt true to the character.)

Paige (She was okay. She wasn't bad, but like, being the fourth sister who was suddenly brought in, even though they still counted as three, felt a bit weird to me.)

Pru (I never really connect with tough, kickass leader types. I don't know why. I wasn't really sad when her death gave Piper especially space to step up.)

Fave seasons are: Three, cause hello Cole! and Four because of Cole and Phoebe's marriage even if it doesn't end well.

[sexuallyfrustratedpineapples]

Hetalia Roleplay Information Area

Welcome! This is a place that I’ve made to allow you to read all of my information in one place without any of the bullshit of having to search my tumblr.

You can find starters, shipping lists, plot ideas, my favorite tropes and more!

**Please note, if you are under 20 years of age I ask that you disconnect with me. I am 27 and I do not roleplay with minors and would prefer not to roleplay with anyone under 20. If you roleplay with me or interact and you lie about your age, I will immediately block you. I take this very seriously.**

**All characters that I play are at least 18 years of age. I do not roleplay as characters under that limit unless it is a child/parent relationship.**

Ship List

Nyo! Northern Italy: GerIta, PruIta, EngIta, SpaIta, 2p! Germany x Nyo! Italy, DenIta, 2p! Denmark x Nyo! Italy

Nyo! Southern Italy and 1p! Southern Italy: SpaMano, GerMano, AmeriMano, EngMano, PruMano, and PortMano

Nyo! Prussia and 1p! Prussia: PruIta, PruMano, PrUk, Nyo! PruHun, PruAus, PruAme, PruScott, PruCan, 2p!Can x Pru and PrAnce

Nyo! Seborga and 1p! Seborga: PortBorga, SeyBorga, SpaBorga, and GerBorga

Nyo! America and 1p! America: USUK, AmeriMano, PruAme, DenAme, RusAme

Nyo! Canada and 1p! Canada: PruCan, RusCan, and GerCan

AU/Trope List List

Plot Ideas, Universes, Tropes

Soulmates

Flower shop/coffee shop/shop au

Omegaverse

And they were roommates

Fake dating

Unrequited love

Medieval

Prompt List

1. Why are you helping me?

2. We could get arrested for this.

3. Was that supposed to hurt

4. We have to be quiet.

5. You're trembling.

6. Tell me again.

7. I can't keep kissing strangers and pretending that they're you.

8. Do you regret it.

9. I still remember the way you taste.

10. We still need to talk about what happened last night.

11. Do you trust me?

12. What happens if I do this?

13. You're making me want things that I cannot have.

14. People are starting to stare.

15. Is this what you want?

16. Can't you see that I love you?

17. I cannot believe you!

18. Why would you do this to me?

19. Why now? You had all of these years to do it, but you picked now?

20. Where do you think you're going?

I am always open to new ideas and such! This being said, feel free to ask for other ideas or AUs!

[booklovershouse]

Oi oi, booklovers!

Vcs já sabem q eu costumo ler livros de classificação baixa (pq é mais difícil ter hot/palavrões), ent resolvi fazer dois posts indicando livros pela classificação: esse, com livros +12 e outro, com livros +14 - eu poderia até fazer de outras tbm, mas eu basicamente só leio nessa faixa, ent é oq tem kkkkkkk

» Caso queira mais detalhes, os links nos títulos irão te levar para a resenha específica do livro/saga!

🧁| A Seleção (Kiera Cass)

Tudo começa em um pequeno país chamado Illéa, onde a sociedade é dividida em castas. É como uma herança: se seus pais são Seis, você será Seis pro resto da vida, a menos que consiga casar com um cara de uma casta acima (caso seja uma mulher), entrar para a guarda real e se tornar Dois (caso seja um homem) ou que pague uma fortuna pra mudar de casta.

A Seleção é um evento onde jovens de várias castas e províncias diferentes são sorteadas para ir ao palácio e, se escolhida pelo príncipe, se tornar a próxima rainha de Illéa. Caso perca, a garota ficará com a casta Três - se não for uma Dois -, já que é difícil para as moças de castas mais baixas voltarem pra a rotina normal após o tempo no palácio.

America Singer é uma Cinco (apenas três níveis acima do fundo do poço) e sua mãe está tentando convencê-la a se inscrever para a Seleção a qualquer custo, mas a garota tem um temperamento forte - e um namoro secreto. Após muita insistência, ela resolve fazer o que a mãe quer, já que há uma grande possibilidade dela nem ser chamada...mas é claro que as coisas fogem do controle e então America se vê "brigando" por uma coroa que nem deseja.

~ resenha originalmente publicada no meu outro blog, em janeiro de 2023.

🧁| As Férias da Minha Vida (🇧🇷)

Um romance de verão durante as férias no Caribe, uma viagem que deveria ser pra comemorar os quinze anos, mas só aconteceu aos dezessete.

🧁| Instant Karma - Caos, Amor e Destino

Foi meu primeiro lido de uma das minhas autoras favoritas e conta a história da Prudence, q depois de muita luta pra terminar um trabalho em dupla com Quint Erickson - que todos amam, mas ela odeia -, Pru recebe uma nota abaixo do que esperava e decide refazer o trabalho, nem que tenha que suportar Quint outra vez.

Mas então, numa animada noite no karaokê, ela cai enquanto cantava, bate a cabeça no chão e recebe o estranho poder de fazer "justiça kármica".

🧁| Amor e Gelato

Depois da morte da mãe, Lina cai de paraquedas em Florença, na Itália, para morar com um pai que nunca viu na vida.

Maaaaas, no meio dessas mudanças, longe de seu país e de sua melhor amiga, há uma coisa boa: Lorenzo Ferrara. Eles logo viram amigos e saem por aí, visitando os pontos turísticos que aparecem no recém descoberto diário da mãe de Lina.

Agr olha, se vc viu o filme e não gostou, por favor, tente dar uma chance pro livro, pq nem a gnt q gosta da história achou o filme bom, imagina qm nunca leu 🤡

🧁| Trilogia Princesas Modernas (🇧🇷)

• Cinderela Pop: sinceramente, eu não lembro de muita coisa, só que a Cintia é DJ e tem All Stars.

• Princesa Adormecida: meu preferidinho. Ana Rosa vive com seus três tios super protetores e praticamente só sai de casa para ir ao colégio. Isso até as amigas dela a levarem escondido para comemorar seu aniversário e ela começar a receber mensagens de um garoto misterioso no dia seguinte.

• Princesa das Águas: Arielle Brotel é uma nadadora famosa, que está prestes a participar das Olimpíadas pela primeira vez, porém, ela é super protegida por ser a caçula da família e então ela é apresentada a um novo mundo...onde tem alguém que pode virar sua vida de cabeça pra baixo.

🧁| Um Estudo em Vermelho

O primeiro de uma saga com 4 livros e 56 contos, Um Estudo em Vermelho é a porta de entrada para o 221b da Baker Street e seus moradores que adoram um mistério não solucionado: Sherlock Holmes e seu fiel companheiro, o Dr. Watson.

Nesse livro, você vai ver como uma das duplas mais amadas do mundo se conheceram e solucionaram o primeiro de muitos casos espetaculares.

🧁| Minha Vida Fora de Série (🇧🇷)

Um dos meus preferidos da pré-adolescência, Minha Vida Fora de Série conta a história de Priscila, uma garota de 13 anos que, após o divórcio dos pais, se muda com a mãe (e alguns dos seus muitos bichinhos de estimação) para BH.

Cidade nova, amigos novos e, quem sabe, talvez um novo amor?

🍰| Conhecem mais livros +12? Se sim, conta aí, eu amo e aceito indicações!

Bjs e boas leiturassss <333

[myslodsiewniav]

2-4 grudnia 2022

Na szybko:

1

POV: kiedy masz ponad 30 lat, a Mikołaj (mama) przynosi w prezencie piżamę z Harrym Potterem z działu dziecięcego w rozmiarze 146-152cm i PASUJE. Awwww. Urocze. Mam mięciusią, cieplutką piżamkę. 

2

Rodzice przyjechali na Jarmark, ale na Jarmarku niewiele czasu spędziliśmy, bo... tata śpieszył się na mecz. Ech. W piątek przed ich przyjazdem miałam urwanie dupy w pracy - miał być spokojny dzień, ale NAGLE się wydarzyły rzeczy. Stres na pełnej, dużo pośpiechu, ale wszystko zrobione. Rodzice w tym czasie mierzyli rzeczy, które dla nich wyłowiłam w ciuchu - dwa płaszcze kaszmirowo-wełniane, dla taty koszulę, dla mamy dwa swetry. Idealnie. Oni przywieźli nam “od Mikołaja” owoce, słodycze i skarpety. Uroczo. Potem poszliśmy spotkać się z moim chłopakiem (z pracy wracał) na rynku, wzięliśmy rodziców na obiad w ładne miejsce, wleciał grzaniec bezalkoholowy (wszyscy zadowoleni) i pożegnaliśmy się PADNIĘCI ZUPEŁNIE. Ale w mieszkaniu jeszcze ogarnialiśmy mycie naczyń, wstępne porządki, rozwieszanie prania i robienie kanapek na jutro w góry. Jeszcze we mnie buzuje takie uczucie doczesnosci - że moi rodzice to nie ci rodzice, których pamiętam z dzieciństwa, że się starzeją i to mnie martwi... Ojciec nadal leczy ostrogę piętową, mama chce, abym kupiła jej czapkę... Szkoda, że nie są już tacy ciekawi życia. To znaczy są, ale nie tak, jak przed wypadkami. Tutaj czuję, że mam jakieś głęboko w sobie zapakowane swoje przekonania i oczekiwania, którym warto się przyjrzeć, jak będę miała przestrzeń...

3

W sobotę staliśmy o 5 rano, zapakowaliśmy siebie w sprzęt i jedzenie z lodówki w plecaki i ruszyliśmy na szlak. Testowaliśmy również nowe buty - obydwoje w tygodniu odebraliśmy butki i obydwoje jesteśmy bardzo zadowoleni (mamy buty z “agresywną” podeszwa, przyczepność jest zachwycająca). Jechaliśmy w jedną stronę bez opóźnień, ale podróż powrotna byłaby baaaardzo nieudana, gdyby nie SUPER PAN KONDUKTOR, który pomógł nam zatrzymując naszą przesiadkę. Świetny typ. 

4

Nie znoszę zimy i zimną. Było mi ciepło, ale czułam się jak ludzik Michelina. Miałam tak ograniczone ruchy, że UCH. Zła jestem. W dodatku obtarłam sobie uda... Zrobiliśmy ledwie 16 tys km, bo... wleźliśmy na najbliższy najwyższy punkt widokowy “Altana zakochanych”, tam pod daszkiem z miłością zażarliśmy żelki i jogurty czytając tagi i wersy na ścianach (upamiętniali swój pobyt w tym miejscu poliamoryści, wywoływacze duchów, małżeństwa co są razem 10 lat, życzliwcy życzący innym członka w prostatę, ktoś z Gdańska itp). Potem zeszliśmy do miasta do Kaplicy Czaszek, gdzie każde z nas mogło skonfrontować jak oprowadzanie po tym miejscu wyglądało w dzieciństwie i jak teraz oraz na ile zaangażowanie oprowadzającego wpływa na jakoś doznania oprowadzanego. Siostra zakonna, która nas oprowadzała była znudzona tym, że po raz niewiadomoktóry powtarza te same informację - po prostu je recytowała bez interpunkcji i intonacji, a hit był jak sprytnie ominęła opisanie czaszki osoby chorej na chorobę weneryczną na której widać deformacje spowodowane chorobą. xD Każde z nas było tu ze swoimi rodzicami za dzieciaka, więc sobie wzajemnie uzupełniliśmy opowieść, ale jednak to jeden z ciekawszych eksponatów. Była tam też potężnie wielka kość udowa mężczyzny, który mierzył sobie ponad 2 metry za życia, która w moim dzieciństwie była opisywana jako kość żołnierza po Potopie Szwedzkim. A teraz okazało się, że prywatni gwardziści króla Prus byli mężczyznami mierzącymi około 2m: specjalne służby wyszukiwały takich młodzieńców w całym państwie pruskim, a potem siłą ich wcielano (porywano) do gwardii królewskiej. To jest o tyle ciekawe, że Kaplica Czaszek została zbudowana jako grobowiec dla 24tys. szczątków z czasów wojen Śląskich toczonych przez Austrię i Prusy. Bardzo ciekawe.

5

Mieliśmy iść do Czech na szlak, ale po drodze zerkał na nas PIESEK *,* - podeszliśmy pieska pogłaskać przez płot (słodziak), a na ogrodzeniu widniał znak wskazujący jakąś lokalną atrakcję. Z ciekawości udaliśmy się w tamtym kierunku. Myśleliśmy, że to będzie lokalne muzeum. Okazało się, że w ramach biletu można nauczyć się toczenia na kole garncarskim. OFC, że bierzemy to! Obydwoje zachwyceni idziemy do pracowni, a Pani przy kasie nas informuje, że pokaz i nauka zaczynają się za 40 minut, że póki co zaprasza nas na ekspozycję i otwiera drzwi na podwórze. 0.o Zdziwieni wychodzimy za nią i okazuje się, że w ramach muzeum można zwiedzić kilkanaście tematycznych chat! I to nie wszystko! Okazało się, że mają tam minizoo! Były alpaki, lamy, owce, kóóóóóózki, małpki kapucynki, jelenie, daniele, WIELBŁĄD, zebra, jeżozwierze, więcej rodzajów bażantów niż myślałam, że istnieje, kury najróżniejsze, osiołki i od groma kotków. 

I przepadliśmy tam na 3h lub więcej xD 

Tyle z gór. Woleliśmy prawić komplementy jeleniowi. Co to za zwierzę! Obydwoje stanęliśmy jak wmurowani, gdy go zobaczyliśmy. Po prostu dech zaparło. Co za przepiękna istota! Co za RZĘSY! Co za poroże! I ten aksamitny języczek i chrapy! Po prostu słodziak! Cudo! 

6

Poszliśmy do Czech na szybkie zakupy - ja po Lentilki (jak to tak wjechać do Czech i wrócić bez ich dobra narodowego?), a O. po Studentską i Utopence (to drugie pierwszy raz na oczy widzę - kiszone kiełbaski, w zalewie, w słoiku. Jeszcze nie próbowałam, nie wiem czy polubię). 

7

Wróciliśmy do miasta, aby spotkać się z babcią O. (już skończyła zabiegi), ale po drodze trafiliśmy w mieście na jakąś imprezę Mikołajkową, na którą przyjechali ludzie starymi samochodami. Okazało się, że wiele z tych osób wraz z nami w czerwcu brała udział w rajdzie do Giżycka. :P Więc sami swoi i mój chłop przepadł przy oglądaniu felg, tapicerek, skrzyń biegów, mocowania zderzaków itp. Ja w tym czasie robiłam zdjęcia :P 

Spotkaliśmy się wreszcie z babcią, wyszliśmy na wspólny obiad (zaprosiliśmy ją, ale była najedzoną kuracjuszką, tylko z nami kawkowała), nauczyliśmy babcie jak robić selfiaczki i jak je wysyłać. Wszyscy szczęśliwi. 

8 

Po powrocie do domu szybciutko zadzwoniliśmy na ostatni gwizdek do Szwagra nr 2 z życzeniami urodzinowymi - dostali od nas (wraz z partnerką, która ma urodziny za 3 tygodnie) voucher na masaż xD (sami sobie nie kupiliśmy, ale jest nam baaaaardzo potrzebny, po wypłacie ustaliliśmy, że zrobimy sobie wzajemny prezent na mikołajki).

9

Kocham O. Są takie małe rzeczy, które do tej pory wydawało mi się, że robię tylko ja w związku i akceptowałam to, że taka jestem, takie ma potrzeby, więc to robię. Na przykład przygotowywanie czegoś pysznego, co lubi szamać ta druga osoba. A tu niespodzianka, bo mój chłopak w niedzielę na śniadanie zrobił pancakesy (na mące pszennej - tutaj pod siebie celował - i owsianej, tu po moje preferencje) z owocami, z nutellą... którą sam zrobił z prażonych orzechów laskowych. Bo wie, że ubóstwiam.  Ubóstwiam go! Tak bardzo miałam na to ochotę i tak mało czasu na robienie pancakesów (coś kosztem czegoś, wolę dłużej pospać). 

10

Miałam w niedzielę odpoczywać, ale stwierdziłam, że jeżeli tego nei zrobię teraz to znowu będzie się przekładać przez pół roku i.... zrobiła porządek w swojej toaltce. Zajęło mi to kilka godzin (akurat Polska przegrywała z Francją na mundialu, a kuzyn zasypywał mnie zdjęciami moich i jego starszych ubranych w narodowe barwy, z flagami w rękach przed telewizorem - nawet jego pies miał biało-czerwony szaliczek), zrobiłam jeszcze śniadania dla nas do pracy na poniedziałek i wtorek, a O. przygotował obiad. Pysznie było. Potem on posprzątał dokładnie łazienkę, a ja kuchnię - ze wszystkimi blatami. A na wieczór udało się nam odprężyć z podcastem i z puzzlami! YEY! Kolejne puzzle ułożone. :D 

11

Znowu mam niskie libido i zastanawiam się czy to nie jest po prostu związane ze stresem teraz? Nie wiem...