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Yazma Alışkanlığı, Fazla Genel Bir Kültür ve Toparlama

Eveet, biraz geç kaldığım yazma pratiğimin ikinci gününden (gecesinden) selamlar arkadaşlar. Hikayeye devam edeyim dedim, birazcık ettim de ama şu an oraya yazacak gibi hissetmiyorum. O yüzden burada boş yapayım istedim, çünkü neden olmasın. O halde en sevdiğim klişeyle başlayalım:

Şimdi ben buraya neden çıktım, niçin çıktım, nasıl çıktım? Bunu izaha gerek yok, gördünüz, yürüdüm, çıktım. Ama çıkmamış da olabilirim. Çıkmışsam çıkmışımdır, çıkmamışsam çıkmamışımdır. Görünen köy uzakta değildir. Buraya çıktık da sonradan çıkmadık mı dedik? Bunlar bir takım uydurma laflardır. Sahi ya, ben buraya neden çıktım? Kim çıkardı lan beni buraya?

Parçamızı da verdik. Ne yazacağım hakkında hiçbir fikrim olmayan bir an. Müthiş korkutucu ve aynı derecede özgür hissediyorum. Siyasete girip tüm bu yazıyı bok etmek gibi bir olasılığım da var, genel kültür yönünden etki edecek şeylerden bahsetmek gibi bir olasılığım da. Şahsen hepimiz malum parti ve siyasal islamcı ahmaklar yüzünden yeterince siyasete doyduk, bıktık, tükendik ve daraldık. O yüzden oraya pek girmek istemiyorum. En azından bu yazıda kendilerini bir kum havuzuna (sandbox) kapatalım, orada takılsınlar. Diğer senaryoya girmek için üstteki sandbox güzel bir başlangıç olabilir. Sandbox (kum havuzu) genelde dijital sistemlerde kullanılan kontrollü bir kapalı devre sisteme verilen isim. Böyle söyleyince çok karmaşık gelmiş olabilir, o yüzden şöyle anlatayım. Örneğin bir siteden bir program indirdiniz. Ancak o siteye zerre güvenmiyorsunuz çünkü daha önce hiç oradan bir şey indirmediniz. İndirdiğiniz dosyanın virüslü olup olmadığını bilemiyorsunuz. İşte sandbox dediğimiz şey tam olarak burada devreye giriyor. Sandboxie vb programlar, indirdiğiniz dosyaları güvenle açabileceğiniz mini oturumlar oluşturuyor. Tek tıkla silebileceğiniz ve ana dosyalarınıza ulaşamayan bir alt sistem gibi. Örnek olması için ben aşağıdaki video dosyasını sandbox sistemde açtım.

Bu videoyu istediğim kadar izleyebilirim, istediği kadar virüs barındırabilir. Videoyu kapattığım anda sistemim üzerindeki tüm izleri pıt diyerek silinip gitmiş oluyor. Çünkü ilk aşamada zaten sistemimde hiç çalışmamış oluyor.

Örneklemeye çalışırken daha da karışık hale getirmiş olabilirim. Tek cümle özeti: Güvenmediğiniz yazılımları güvenle açmanızı sağlayan kontrol odası mekanizması.

Evet bunu artık geçebiliriz sanırım. Size Ted Lasso'dan bahsettim mi hiç? Muhtemelen bahsetmişimdir ama yeterince bahsettiğime inanmıyorum. Özellikle de henüz izlemeye başlamamışsanız. Kabul, fazla iddialı bir cümle ama yapımın kendisi de bu iddiayı destekleyebilecek kalitede.

Ted Lasso, içinde bulunduğumuz bu saçma dönemde kalbimizin en içine başarıyla dokunan, yeri geldiğinde kahkahalarla güldürüp, yeri geldiğinde ağlatan, ana konusuymuş gibi göstermeye çalıştığı futbolu arka plana atıp, müthiş karakterleri bize tanıtan, hayata harika bakış açıları kazandıran bir dizi.

Bu diziye başlayışımın da uzun zamandır hiçbir şeye odaklanamayışım ve başlayamayışım sebebiyle "amaan bakayım, sarmazsa kapatırım." düşüncesiyle olması bana ufak bir utanç kaynağı tabii.

Ted Lasso için her ne düşünüyorsanız şu an bırakın. Çünkü sizi her noktada başarılı bir futbolcu gibi ters köşeye yatırmayı başaracak. Benim için böyle bir yapım oldu ve iyi ki de oldu. Kendisi henüz ilk sezonunu bitirmek üzereyken Comfort Showlarım arasında yerini aldı.

Comfort Show kavramını bilmeyenler için de (söz bu kez uzatmadan) tekrar tekrar izlemekte zevk aldığın, izlerken güvende hissettiğin diziler için kullanılan bir kavram olarak anlatabilirim. (heheh, kısa demiştim.)

Benim için bunlar: Ted Lasso, Doctor Who, Forever (2014) (2014 parantezi çünkü benzer isimli farklı bir dizi daha var, sevemedim onu), Friends, How I Met Your Mother, Person of Interest, The Mentalist, The Big Bang Theory, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Avrupa Yakası, Geniş Aile. En azından aklıma gelenler bunlar. Ay ne kadar çorba bir yazı oldu bu.

Ee buraya kadar sabırla okuyan sevgili arkadaşım. Sen ne düşünüyorsun? Söylediklerim hakkında ya da genel olarak mesela. Ya da senin comfort show olarak izlediğin diziler var mı? Ya da "yeter kardeşim ne saçmaladın, iki dakika bir şeyler okuyalım dedik kafa ütüledin?" mi diyorsun? Sahiden şarkı biteli de epey oldu tabi. O zaman bir tane daha bırakıyorum hemen buraya

Nev bey de birden kaybolup gitti gerçekten. İlginç bir havası vardı, TSM Sanatçısı ile Rockstar arasında gidip geldi, en son arafta kalarak hiçbir şey olamadı galiba. Ya da ben takibi kaçırdım orada. Her halükarda kararsız kalmanın ne kadar zararlı bir şey olduğunu görüyoruz diye düşünüyorum. Görüyoruz di mi? Görmüyorsak bunu da konuşup kapatalım bu metni artık. Kararsızlığın zararları sadece mental de olmuyor bu arada arkadaşım. Fiziksel olarak vücuduna da zararı oluyor bu durumun. Çünkü bu süreçte beyin de ne yapacağını şaşırıyor ve organları "eeaahh sizle mi uğraşıcam kardeşim, bugüne bugün beyin olmuşum, biraz bakın başınızın çaresine" edasıyla kendi hallerine bırakması ve beraberinde gelen cilt problemleri, ülser gibi stresle tetiklenebilecek şeysilere de sebep olabiliyor.

Tabi bu söylediklerimi tıp okumuş daha bilimsel bireyler eminim çok daha mantıklı cümleler kurarak detaylıca anlatabilir ama gecenin üçü ve benim buna enerjim yok inan bana. Mutsuzluk gibi kararsızlığın da insan sağlığı için iyi olmadığını bil lütfen.

İyileşen yaraların, kaybolan izlerin olduğu bir hayatta mutluluğa bir unutkanlık kadar yakın olduğumuzu unutma ve en kötü kararın kararsızlıktan iyi olduğu da hep aklının bir köşesinde olsun.

Evet ben yine çok konuştum, boş konuştum sanırım biraz da. Artık gideyim. Bıkmadan, usanmadan buraya kadar okuduysan teşekkür ederim. Neden okudun bilmiyorum tabi ama sabretmişsin ve bu bence takdir ve teşekküre layık bir durum. O yüzden teşekkürümün yanı sıra tebrik ederim jfdglfdjf

Lütfen kendine çok çok dikkat et. Hadi baybay!

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Truths of Our Past Series

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader!Wife

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he��s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

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Intro ←→ Part 1

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You still remember the first time you had seen him. It was the beginning of Junior Year. Autumn of 1963. You had been riding the bus across Campus watching leaves fall from the trees. As most people your age conversed loudly over the latest parties and hardest assignments, five rows ahead of you sat a doe eyed boy wearing a beret and nose stuck in a book. Pride and Prejudice. You had never seen a male read Jane Austen before and at that seem to enjoy it. A smile crossed your face before your mind even caught up with your heart. Because somehow, just five rows ahead, was the man of your dreams. So you stood up on the moving bus, ignoring the complaints of elbows you bumped in the aisle, and sat next to him.

You smiled wide again as you thought of this. Watching that same boy sit across from you in the living room, readers rested low on his nose, and his eyes scanning the pages of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. You had now known the man across from you for six years, married for three. He still read like he did that day on the bus, transported to another world, not even a fire able to gain his attention. Love for him seeped out of you and you found yourself discarding your own book and standing to cross the living room. His eyes stayed trained on the page, unmoving until you were settled neatly in his lap.

“Well hello Mrs Dalton” his eyes finally met yours, an amused smirk painted across his features. He dropped the book once your arms curled around his neck, free hands now sneaking around your waist in return.

“Hi Mr Dalton” you smiled sweetly at him, nose nudging with his own as you removed the readers from his face.

“To what do I owe the pleasure in the presence of my beautiful wife” he asked calmly, lips pressing a soft kiss into your cheek. You smiled, snuggling closer.

“I missed you” you told him earnestly and he chuckled.

“I’m right here darling” he told you, not quite understanding what you had meant.

“Well your physical form is, yes. But your soul, that was somewhere in 1912 Brooklyn” you told him and he laughed, forehead pressing against your own.

“Williamsburg Brooklyn to be exact dear” he teased and you shoved his shoulder before curling back up into him, embracing the feeling of his warmth. His hand rose up your back, rubbing comfortably and now giving you his full attention. "What did you do today?"

"I wrote an article about the possibility of there being a draft, awfully depressing. Then I came home and talked to Chris on the phone before cooking dinner" Charlie smiled as you recounted your day, still writing for the NY Times under a pen name since you were a woman.

"How is Chris and Knoxie, and my favorite nephew Johnny?" Charlie asked, a fond smile on his face at the mention of his friends.

"Healthy, Knox got a promotion and Johnny got an A on his spelling test. Chris wants to enroll him in Welton but Knox isn't quite sure" you felt Charlie tense up at the mention of Welton, long and hard school days spent there now long behind him.

"If that old tool Nolan is still running the school I wouldn't want Johnathon there either" Charlie said, voice bitter in the warm air of the home. You sighed against him, wishing he talked about his time there more than he did.

"Chris said he retired three years ago, the only thing holding her back is not having Johnathon live with them, but he has such a bright future it might be a price worth paying" you explained but Charlie shook his head, eyes now dark and recalling a place in his heart he didn't quite like.

"I hope they think about it, Knox remembers what it was like" Charlie said and you felt guilty for bringing it up, you always felt guilty bringing up that place. Your life with him had always been in the heart of the big city and when the mentions of small town Vermont came up he was more tense, less him. You knew vague details, horror stories of lifeless teachers, and being expelled from school, losing a friend.

"You know Chris, she'd last a day before she brought him home and hugged him for a week straight. I never even figured the kid would go to Kindergarten considering she cried on the phone with me for an hour after leaving him there" you told him and finally Charlie was smiling again, laughing lightly at your accusation which was more than likely true. Chris was a helicopter parent, but Johnny was such a good kid.

"You’re probably right. She sure as hell loves that kid" Charlie said, bouncing his legs so you bounced in his lap. You giggled sweetly while looking up at him and he finally pressed his lips to yours.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, you coming?" you asked sweetly and he smiled before nodding and kissing you once more. His sweet and beautful flower.

"Right behind you, I'm just going to go through the mail on my desk and then I'll be there" he told you and you nodded while he helped you up from your spot on his lap. He watched as you disappeared down the hall into your shared bedroom. Once you were gone he pushed himself up to his feet and walked to his study. You had left the stack on mail in the center of his desk and he smiled as he sifted through the bills and letters from his mother in Paris. He only froze when he saw one with a Vermont return address.

Charlie felt his stomach drop over the thought of returning to Vermont. He had done it before, to see Knox and Chris. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be in attendance but every time it brought back memories he wished he could forget. Setting the invite down he realized there was a letter underneath the invite.

A week. A week in Vermont. Charlie hadn’t spent a whole week in Vermont since his Senior year of High School. Even as fear consumed him, heartache numbing his lungs, he pictured quiet and mousy Todd. The same Todd he watched grow from a shy boy to a successful man. The kind of guy you could never ever say no too. So Charlie sighed as he plopped into the chair of his desk and pulled out a piece of paper to respond.

And just like that Charlie agreed to visit the past but only because Todd Anderson asked him too. Dead Poets Honor. A promise Charlie would never break.

a/n: this is a possible series I was hoping to explore. If anyone would be interested please let me know and I would love to follow through the plot. Y/N will be used very little, it would be a short series that tugs on the heart strings. Any feedback would be appreciated greatly. please enjoy xx

[dylan-duke]

Will you write when/how Brooklyn and Ryan got together? Did something shift at prom or after prom? How did it jump to the boys chirping him about being whipped

it was at the post prom party

they had all taken a party bus to brooklyn friends lake house and when they get there its loud inside and they hang for a bit before sneaking outside

"thank you," brooklyn mumbles as she leans back between ryans legs,

"what for?" the youngest leonard asks,

"for coming, for making tonight worth it," ryan smiles,

"anytime brooklyn seriously,"

the two sit in silence before ryan lets out a breath,

"brookie," ryan says softly,

"hm," she hums,

"can you? uh i-" brooklyn turns around looking at ryan confused,

"whats up?" ryan bites his lip before reaching up and cupping her cheek,

"can i- uh can i kiss you?" he breaths out. brooklyn nods and lets herself lean into ryan.

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Short-Lived: .01 The Humdrums and the Noteworthy Next Chapter: .02 Dinner With Archie 2465 words TW: Mentions of alcoholism, alludes to depression

Synopsis:

Five months into the Gaelis case, I found an anonymous note on my desk; had I known at the time what damned rabbit hole I���d be led down, I would have given it more than a second thought. My price to pay may have been small in comparison, but my role in the case had become quite a bit larger.

The first thing people tended to notice about my crowded little office was this potent staleness in the air that I’d never found an issue with. Perhaps it’s the deteriorating binding of the tired books tucked away on their shelves. Maybe it’s this building itself–it hadn’t changed a bit in the few years I’d passed it. Either way, I’d given up keeping the windows open to air out the place. It’s too much of a hassle nowadays.

Still, it wasn’t as if the place was without cherish. The oversized double window across the way from the door was overtaken by a good few hanging and potted plants, most of which I kept healthy enough–healthier than myself, at least. What sort of man my age was already dealing with an achy back? It cracked as I pulled my shoulders back, eyeing the rest of the space. A big, oaken desk of drawers to my right greeted me with an array of utensils scattered across its surface. A worn, ruddy-patterned rug took up most of the middle of the room. A pull-out couch that looked old enough to have been in the office since it was built sagged warmly to my left.

Oh, yes, and the lamps. I had a thing for lamps. The overhead light was left abandoned if I could help it.

I took a great whiff of that dusty air as I shut the door behind me. The sun had already taken to casting a glare on my glasses. Late morning. The rest of it had been wasted in a weekly meeting with my colleagues on the Gaelis case–really, an email or two would’ve sufficed, considering the event itself consisted of little besides tense pleasantry.

The Gaelis case had been my primary source of investigation for a decent amount of time now. It was, put simply, the most severe and enigmatic case of disappearances the country had seen in the past decade: 34 missing in the past month investigated and over 200 in the past year. They were seemingly random disappearances spread throughout Brooklyn. The victims had little in common besides the general area they’d been last seen and their stage in life–almost half were college-age, attending one of the few nearby universities. That was about as far as conclusive evidence had gotten my unit.

Personally, I believed they were drugged somehow–Benzodiazepines, or something even stronger, like the rising Xyzlazine, could be at play. It wasn’t even entirely known if the orchestration was carried out by the same people or whether this was a case of multiple unrelated parties. My suspicions indicated the former, though a gut feeling wasn’t anything to go off of. Moreso, the lack of evidence as compared to other cases was what gave me that confidence.

It really was as if these people had disappeared into thin air.

I had initially been assigned solely to the case of Stanley Gaelis’ disappearance. However, as the connected cases arose, my partner and I were unwittingly promoted to head the investigation. Ah, yes, and that was without so much as mentioning the societal backlash to it all. My reputation was actively rusting.

“Young, academic prodigy promoted early from Officer to youngest-ever Lieutenant Detective after showing promise and prowess in the field.” Pish. Now I was nothing but a poor hire, according to the positively shortsighted Chief of Detectives.

The media was a hindrance and, frankly, made the lot of us investigators out to be fools. And our “apparent inaction” was scorned with more vigor than it ever had. It was bullshit. It got to me more than it should’ve. Possibly I was being harsh, but late nights began to stretch longer now, and my patience grew at a slower pace.

But, most importantly, people were still missing. And, without identifying and incarcerating the culprit, or more likely, culprits, the situation would only escalate. Families would lose parents, lovers would lose partners, and folks would lose lives.

It weighed on me heavily, that guilt. So I kept at it, nose to the grindstone. Planning dispersions of investigative teams, reviewing reports, and conducting my own research. And yet, despite it all, the missing persons allegations continued to pile up. It was maddening.

Even my partner, Lovelace, had seemed put out. And that woman had more ardor than most. My sister used to insist it was fate that we’d ended up stuck working together so often and that she balanced me out. Made up for me being a, may I quote, “string bean of a man with a stick up his arse.”  I’d yet to come up with a suitable response to that besides a scoff.

I thought about her too often these days.

I worked, and my paperwork blurred to monotonous gray.

…

“Okeanoú.”

The knock, expected as it was, didn’t spare me from the deep exhale that rattled through me post-flinch. I knew those three successive raps. The sun shone dimly on the swaying pothos. It took me a second to catch my breath.

“Sylvan, we need to talk.”

I wasn’t given the common courtesy of chosen privacy, the sharp click of heels and protesting wail of hinges grating my ears. Lovelace, while I held her dear to my heart, took our friendship to mean that my office was a shared space. It was not. I glanced over my shoulder, and she’d already found a place behind my chair to rest her elbows.

Lovelace was an open sort, a bit loud in her speech and bold in her stance. She was only just shorter than I with these dark, owlish eyes that bored into a person’s soul. Analyzing. It was unnerving, even after all these years, the way she stared. I’d never been one for eye contact. Or…whatever sort of close contact she was initiating now.

We’d been close for far longer than the duration of the case itself. In some ways, I acquiesced to the occasional prod that we were something of an old, married couple, bickering in the most strange of manners. In others, the metaphor of a married couple couldn’t be further from the truth. At least the thought was humorous.

Still, she was a warm presence otherwise. I could almost convince myself I minded the company but fell short. The look on my face must’ve been humorous, too, as a flash of a smile caught the edge of my vision.

“Tamia. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I tsked, flicking up my glasses a touch higher on my nose. “I can’t imagine you’ve anything left to add that wasn’t already discussed in excruciating detail this morning.” Part of that was an exaggeration. Part of it was entirely true.

Now that got an actual chuckle out of her. “And I thought you’d already used up all of your venom in that very same meeting. You never cease to surpass expectations, Syl.” Tamia gave my left shoulder a gentle flick, setting down a few manilla folders beside me. “I will say, though, I’d appreciate it if our colleagues weren’t so…long-winded. And, before you say it, I know, ‘that’s rich coming from me.’”

Her little dimples came out. I didn’t find it in me to laugh, but still, I relaxed back in my chair, eyeing up the stack of what I could only assume were more documents for me to go through. Scheduling, perhaps, or more likely, reports on investigations that had led to nil. Part of me missed the fieldwork.

“More paperwork, I’m assuming?”

Pursed lips smirked, but something about it was off. “Maybe. But don’t let yourself slog through that just yet.” She let out a loose sigh, shoulders sagging as she bent down a touch. My brow quirked, and I spun my chair. She caught my hand, hers dark and warm on my pale, ghostly own. “Do you have a minute?”

I didn’t care for the cushion in her voice. This had been coming. I just hoped it hadn’t.

“Sylvan. Hey, look at me, would you? Please?” She knelt, took my hand, and I didn’t have the heart to stop her. Begrudgingly, I complied. There were grooves above her brows, and I didn’t know how I’d missed it, but her eyes were marred by rose. “Are you alright?”

God, the way my body stiffened was not something I was proud of. Tamia made no tell of noticing.

“Lovelace-”

Her gaze hardened, sharp as tempered steel. “It’s been a year now, Sylvan; you’re still…you’re still quiet. You’re hungover. You’re skin and bones, and it’s- it’s not healthy, what you’re doing to yourself. Throwing yourself into your work like you’re some kind of…some kind of machine. You’re human, Syl. People grieve. People grow.” The empty shot glass on my desk was a suncatcher, dispersing prisms of yellowed rainbows on her blouse, her neck. They looked like healed-over scars and twinkled like harsh starlight, stale and serene and mocking. “I’m hurting too. I doubt the hurt will ever fade completely, but I’m trying to move past it.

“And I’m damn afraid that y- I’m worried for you.” Her voice broke a little, just at the tail end, clumsy. I felt a grimace pull my lips back. She took my other hand. She squeezed them both.

I closed my eyes. It was today, the twenty-first. Just past the equinox. There was still snow on the ground–the slushy, slurry kind of muck that poured down like heavy rain. It was cold enough that it had started to freeze again over the bridges but sat in dreary puddles in the ditches. I pulled my hands away and knit my fingers together. Lined up rows of cars. A drunk driver. An accident on the highway. My sister and I had been driving home from the hospital, her still in her scrubs, the ones with the lilac print like Mum’s. She’d been worried she was too exhausted after a double shift to drive home alone, and I was working a late night anyhow. I picked her up in the Accord. No warning, no reason, just chance.

“That’s enough.”

A few moments of sharp breath kept time between us, air electric and stale. My tongue was dry and heavy, and I didn’t have the will to lift it. Her expression was a false blank, lips pursed, thin, and strained.

“You don’t have to be alone tonight. My home is yours if you need it, Sylvan,” she breathed, each word slow and steady. “I respect you, and I want you to at least consider the fact that you have a friend if you need one.”

Pity. Oh, and what a pity it was she pitied me. Did she think I was some poor, depressed soul lingering on the memories of yesterday? I had moved past everything. I wasn’t a man who allowed sorrows to dig their talons into my side everlastingly. Perhaps I was colder now, but what Tamia implied was a grossly warped version of myself. She was projecting her own troubles. My scars, physical and mental, had healed over.

Hers? I wondered about hers. She spoke of hers more than I. That surely implied something.

“I appreciate the concern, but I am fine. If you need…support, just say the word, but I don’t need your sympathy,” I closed, pushing stray lengths of hair from the spots they’d taken in my vision. My brow furrowed. Still, I didn’t amend those words.

“I…okay.” When I said nothing, I heard her breathing dip. “I’m only ever a phone call away, Okeanoú.”

I gingerly plucked the first of the manilla folders from their haphazard stack on my desk.

“Thank you.” I fingered the lip of the opening, thumb catching on the paper in a way just so. If I’d pressed harder, I’d have given myself a papercut. “If that’s all, Lieutenant, I have work that needs doing.”

She knew I wouldn’t call. I avoided her shoulder-thrown glance on the way out, knuckles white on her grip on her shoulder bag. That was the final time Lieutenant Tamia Lovelace acknowledged me that morning.

…

The day passed heavily. It got to be drizzly beyond the safety of my office, the skies a nasty shade of slate and rumbling like a bobcat giving thunderous warning. I had worked my way into the late afternoon, exhaustion pulling at my tired wrists and foggy mind. Part of me was grateful. Part of me wished not to think.

The other felt terribly useless, utterly small.

The meeting still weighed on my mind. Some of my colleagues had been unnecessarily harsh, but more importantly, none had much to contribute regarding new findings. Just yesterday, Bennet and Jacobs investigated the site we suspected the latest victim was abducted. Ms. Verity Jones was her name. She was a college student and undergraduate at Kingsborough and hadn’t been heard from in just under a week before being reported missing.

In the case of my work and the Gaelis disappearances, this disappearance, along with all others attributed, were long-term missing persons cases. This meant our evidence and follow-ups were not done until over 60 days subsequent the person was reported missing. Unfortunately, this left a good amount of time for details to become misremembered when either myself or my colleagues began our own investigations.

I hadn’t personally spoken to her parents and roommate; it was a rarity nowadays with how much else I had on my plate. I had papers, but God, the report gave a disappointing lack of insight. Or, really, even anything remotely interesting.

Except for the note.

I was surprised neither of the officers had mentioned the note. I hadn’t a clue where it originated, but it had been stuffed in the folder with everything else. I’d missed it at first glance, actually, only noticing the way the adhesive had stuck it to the inside flap of one of the papers after I’d come back from a short break.

It was a simple post-it written in hasty, dark ink, but for the life of me, I couldn’t determine what it said. There was some gibberish near the top, but what really got me was the little flower that had been practically crushed into the paper. It would’ve almost reminded me of a love note had I not known better. An illegible one, at that, but a love note, nonetheless.

Holding the little slip in my hands, I ran my finger over the little indentation, finding some kind of powder flaking off and onto my desk. Normally, I’d be upset with the mess. Normally, I would contact Bennet or Jamison about it or call someone from forensics to look at it.

But something compelled me to pocket the little thing.

So I did.

And when I left to drown my thoughts in liquor that night, I’d forgotten about it.

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10 Days| 1| Band of Brothers x Masters of the Air crossover

*So I went back and forth about posting this but I figured since I liked it so much that I may as well post it. I know its not likely that this happened but for the sake of fan fiction, it will work out. *

Summary: Most of the men of first and second platoons of Easy Company heads to the Stewart household at the head of the family, Franklin’s urging. And for the first time since August they were from the constraints of having Sobel around watching their every move and they were able to fully be themselves and explore those building feelings that weren’t able to explore under his watchful gaze. 

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One: 10 Glorious Days. 

East Company.

January 1943

10 days. 10 glorious days without Hebert Sobel and Amber Scott sounded like an absolute dream and to be able to go home and celebrate Christmas late and Marla's sweet 16. 

Made it all seem so much better. This was the first time since June that Bobby and Edward would be home since June and the first time that Olivia would have seen any family since July.  

The whole thought made being stuck on a hot sticky rickety bus with a handful of the smelly men from 1st and 2nd platoon and Dog company worth it. 

"Look at that smile.' Bull Randleman teased as he reached forward and poked a fat finger in the dimple that appeared on Olivia's cheek when she smiled brightly, like she was then. 

"What? I can't help it." She returned, pushing his hand away from her face. 

 "10 Sobel and Amber free days? It's a dream."

 "Not to mention," Bobby commented from his seat across the aisle from his sister and Liebgott, "Our grandparents are throwing a party for Marla. And that means that Olivia gets to get all prettied up." 

"Your point?" She shrugged, "After wearing uniforms for 6 months straight, I would even wear a damn corset again. If it meant being free of this."  

Bobby pulled a face, he went to Atlanta with Olivia and their aunts for the premiere of Gone With The Wind and Cissy insisted that the girls wear the corset and Bobby had to cut her out of hers at the end of the night. 

"I personally," Liebgott started turning his head to talk directly into her ear, "Can't wait for you to wear dresses again. Easier access for me.' 

Olivia flushed and slapped his shoulder, since they had started sleeping together, he was more open to teasing her and finding ways to get her into his bed or him into his bed.

There was just one rule, don't flaunt it around the boys. They didn't need any fights breaking out, again. The one fight between Joe and Bill was enough.  And honestly, Olivia didn't want to deal, there was only so much that she could handle and she was nearing her limit of bullshit and they all knew it. 

They had all hoped that the 10 days away from Amber and Sobel and the extra stresses that she had piled on with being the first Lieutenant would help reset her.

"Did Amber go with Sobel back to Chicago?" Lily asked peering around Pat Christenson to look at Olivia who shrugged her shoulders again. When it came to Amber and Sobel, she tried in vain to not know anything about them  

"They went to Brooklyn.' Lewis's voice carried from the front of the bus where he was sitting with Dick, Edward, and Ronald Speirs; they had been listening to their conversation mostly for amusement. They all became more animated and alive, the further away from Sobel they got. 

"Why do you know that sir?" Mike Ranney asked surprised, no one ever cared enough about Sobel or Amber to know these things. 

"I have my ways." 

"And this is exactly the reason why most of the girls are scared of you Lew." Edward Stewart groaned. 

"There is only one girl that matters and that is your sister.' Lewis returned, there was only one person that knew what he knew about Amber and her family and her relationship with Sobel and that was Dick and he was keeping his mouth shut. 

Especially since it was tied to Olivia's safety.  The oldest Stewart sibling dropped his chin down to his chest and groaned, his sister's personal relationships were so complicated and he hated that he knew anything about it.

Her fake marriage to Lewis, he knew about and backed up because he was there when the fight happened and Lewis claimed that they were married. 

But her relationship with Bill, Dick Winters, Joe Liebgott, and Floyd Talbert, he didn't need to know about. As far as he knew and wanted to claim that his sister was innocent and only slept in the same bed with Lewis to upkeep the charade.

The rumor mills had been running rampant that Olivia and Dick had hooked up when she had left Liebgott behind in town after a fight and spent the rest of the 48-hour pass in her shared barracks with Dick. It had gotten to the point where both Olivia and Dick had been brought into Sink's office and questioned about it. He had even pulled aside afterward and asked her about it. She had been so embarrassed that he asked her about it that she shut down on him completely. 

He shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts and looked out of the window in time to see the generational Stewart family home come into view and his 3-year-old son standing on the front porch holding onto Marla's hand, their youngest brother Steven was standing next to him, his big brown eyes dancing in excitement much like Olivia's had been since they got up that morning and boarded the bus, their nephews and lone niece surrounding them. 

"Bobby, Liv, look out of the window.' He called back, causing Bobby to get out of his seat and cross the aisle into the seat that Olivia and Liebgott shared.

"The only kiddo that I don't see is Katie." Bobby commented.

 "She is probably sick again." Olivia frowned, their youngest sister Katie had been sick on and off her entire life and none of the doctors or specialists that they took her to couldn't figure it out.

"She will be fine." Bill threw out, he had seen the worry from all of the Stewarts when they had to take her to the hospital when she was just shy of a year old.  He had even taken turns sitting with the girl himself after school some days to give Andie a well-deserved break. "All she needs is a visit from her older siblings." 

Joe's hand found Olivia's and squeezed it, she had told him and Talbert one night about her youngest sister's health issues and how they had been told to prepare for her to pass before her time. 

The bus driver threw open the door and Edward was off the bus and scooping up his son who was squealing in excitement. The rest of the boys stayed in their seats letting Olivia and Bobby exit the bus to go up to their siblings and the littles to greet them first. Two older gentlemen, one in uniform and the other not along with an older lady stepped onto the porch to greet them. 

Liebgott's eyes were glued to Olivia who took her youngest brother Steven from Marla and pressed kisses on his face leaving behind red lipstick stains behind causing the little boy to complain and wipe his cheeks off. 

The pull he had felt towards Olivia tugged again, this time stronger. They all knew that Olivia was going to be a good mom with how she acted with them when they were hurting but seeing her with a kid just made it more true. 

The night before, she and the nurses were in the barracks with them and she had snuck into his bunk and curled into him, making him want to make the dream of her being his wife true. At first, the thought scared him, he didn't want to get married right away or have a baby and it wasn't because of the war, it was because of his mother and how she left him and his five younger siblings alone. He didn't want to do that to happen again or to be the one who left. It wouldn't be fair to his partner or the children. 

"Joe.' Her soft voice shook him out of his thoughts, he was the only one left on the bus, "Come on, Nana and Papa want to meet you." She held her hand out to him, which he took instead of letting her lead him off of the bus, he pulled her into him and pressed a needy kiss to her mouth. 

She whined and pressed against him.

"Stay with me tonight." He muttered against her mouth. 

"My room. You will be with Tab and Chuck.' How she knew that he didn't know but he was okay with sneaking into her room to be with her.

"Alone?" He nudged his nose against hers not ready to get off of the bus and put on a show that they were nothing more than friends. "Mhm, perks of being a Stewart."

"Olivia Franklin! If you don't get off of that bus right now young lady."  The older woman ordered, causing her to laugh and pull away from him.

"Coming Nana.' She returned pulling him off of the bus behind her. Ellen Stewart was standing alone on the porch, a slender hand on her hip, the rest of the group had already moved into the house, and she had wanted to meet the man that her granddaughter was writing home about. 

See if he was worthy like she had hours before when John Egan showed up with her step-granddaughter Isabelle. All they wanted was for them to be happy and if they were happy with men in uniform then they weren't going to stand in the way.

"Nana, this is Joe Liebgott." Olivia started hiding their clasped hands behind her back, "Joe this is my nana, Ellen."

"It's nice to meet you ma'am. Livia has told us a lot about you." He took the older woman's hand in his and was surprised when she tightened the grasp and stepped in closer to him, her blue eyes much like his Olivia's studied him closely, "She has told us a lot about you too. All of you boys in fact." Ellen said before releasing his hand. 

A wild fleeting moment, he was worried that Olivia told her grandmother about their romps in the shower and in the alleyways. The two normal places for them to hook up. If they had the chance tonight to be together it would be their first night in a bed and he was planning on taking full advantage of it. 

"All good things I hope." He started as Olivia squeezed his hand and stepped in closer to him. An instance that never happened before. 

Not even with Lewis. Sure, Lewis gave her confidence and loved her but just by looking at the two, Liebgott was head over heels for Olivia and she was head over heels for him. 

She could tell that they were ready to admit to each other and he wasn't ready to settle but the moment it happened was the moment that everything was going to fall into place for them.  

"All very good things." She returned as a little voice called for Olivia causing her to smile and step away from him. 

"Come 'ere Katie girl." She squatted down and held her arms out to the little girl who rushed into them. Dark blue eyes peeked over her sister's shoulder to Joe who offered her a smile and wink.

 "Who's that?" Katie asked, fisting her hand in the dark green material of her sister's uniform.

"I am Joe." He started going over to the older Stewart girl's side and squatting down next to her, 

"I am friends with Livvy and Bobby." 

"Like Lew and Billy?"

"Exactly." His mouth quirked at the corners hearing how easily the little girl called Bill, the wild one of the bunch, Billy.  

"He is cute sissy." She tore her eyes away from Joe to look at her sister.

 "Yes, he is."

 "You gonna marry him?"

 "Katie." Olivia groaned, causing her to laugh, every time Olivia brought a boy home who wasn't Bill, she asked her the same thing.

 "We will see Katie." Joe started after clearing his throat, surprised that she asked that. 

"Don't lie like Bucky."

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

"Oh, Izzy is here with a couple of the boys for the 100th bombers" Ellen explained, skipping over the language, she had figured that both Izzy and Olivia learned it from being in uniform and around young men who didn't have to follow social norms.  

"Izzy is here?" Izzy was Andie's oldest daughter who had gone to England 4 years before with her father and they had only ever exchanged letters since and the lack of return letters made sense. 

The worry that Olivia had held at bay came back tenfold and sensing it Joe put his hand on her lower back rubbing it. 

"Yes, it's a long story Liv. She got hurt at the airbase and while she was recovering she came here, she has been here for about 6 months." 

"How did she get hurt? How did she get involved with the 100th then?" 

"That you will have to ask her. She is mum about it." She returned, "We set her up in Maureen's old room.' 

Maureen was Franklin's younger sister who was killed in 1864 along with his twin sister Lydia, their mother, and youngest brother, and her room was attached to Olivia's by a bathroom. 

 "Go on up and talk to her, I will show Joe to his room."  She nodded her head before turning and pressing a kiss to Joe's cheek. Katie pulled away from her sister to stay with her grandmother and Joe. 

"I will come find you when I am done."  She muttered, pressing a kiss against his cheek and slipping into the house to find her sister. “Do me a favor Joe.” Ellen started as Katie took his hand and to lead him into the house. “Just don’t hurt her. She has already been hurt enough by Bill.”  

The words I promise felt heavy on his tongue for the reason that he hadn’t been able to let go of Mary and fully be with Olivia like she had asked him to do nor had he been honest about his previous relationships. He had made up a story that at the time sounded good but now that he had gotten to know Olivia, he had realized that the story was a stupid one and he shouldn’t have blurted it out. And Ellen seemed to know what was going through his head, instead of forcing him to say anything, she just patted his shoulder and turned to go into the house. 

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You're Replaceable.

Raise your hand if you’ve been personally victimized by your boss. I’m currently raising my hand.

I’ve had some terrible bosses in my professional life and all three of them had something in common– they love to stretch a bitch out and put as much work on you as possible to get their money's worth out of that sad little salary they so graciously gave you.

My first toxic boss was a real wake up call. He was the president of a major modeling agency, about 5’2, gay, and was “sober” from a wild past life in the fashion industry of the 90’s. He loved making comments as he walked by in his sheer scarf and whatever flamboyant fedora he found laying around his home that morning to cover the balding that was consuming the top of his sun-kissed-shiny-little head. His favorite line to say to me was during lunchtime on his way to his office. “Wow, that’s a lot of food”. You could almost guarantee that he’d bring his frantic energy to every meeting and leave still not knowing what was going on.

When disputes broke out in the small workspace my co-workers and I shared, his remedy was bringing us all in for a “team meeting” then revealing that this was actually a meeting to discuss our issues with each other. I always thought it was his way of pretending to be Andy Cohen refereeing a Real Housewives reunion as a means to get some type of entertainment in his new sober life. Surprise! It never resolved anything, only made our tiny, shared-space more tense and awkward than we left it.

I silent quit after 6 months and remained employed for another 2.5 years babysitting models and going to fabulous parties only so I could sneak a few hor dourves because I could barely afford groceries. 

My next toxic boss came right after that. The universe was testing me, surely. She referred to herself as a “billionairess” and lived on her daddy’s estate. She walked on a crutch due to being thrown off a Zebra on her honeymoon that her parents paid for, of course. My office was the nursery her and her brother were raised in above the garage that held her father’s eccentric car collection and various pieces of fine art. 

She was an artist herself who graduated from Pepperdine in Malibu and got bored one day so she started her own talent agency. Not only did she expect me to represent all her semi-famous friends but she also expected me to represent her as a talent. Her most notable “claim to fame”? She installed art pieces for a very famous family whose last name started with a K. When I couldn’t book her on jobs (because no one cared who she was), she would pout like a 5 year old princess who got told “no” by daddy… as if that was supposed to make me say “you know what, let me call and see if they can change their mind just for YOU”. 

I loathed that woman. Hearing her complain made my jaw clench constantly– she had no clue what the real world consisted of and had no clue I was waking up at the ass crack of dawn to catch the bus to Beverly Hills and walk 40 minutes up her long winding canyon road only to walk for the longest 15 minutes of my life, up her gated, inclined, very chic driveway. I do miss walking past the lemon trees when they were blossoming. To this day, lemon blossoms are still my favorite smell. 2020 came like an answer to my prayers. She had to lay me off and I was finally at peace for the first time in my adult life for the next six months.

My peace came to a screeching halt as I realized this pandemic thing wasn’t going to last the rest of my life, unfortunately. I met my final toxic boss. She lived in Brooklyn, was a lesbian, scorpio, and had major coke rage. I’ve never had someone call, text, email, and slack more frequently and erratically as her. From 8a-11p she wouldn’t stop… she would take adderall in the morning, drink during the day, and cap her nights with lots of cocaine at some fabulous party her PR firm was running. On many occasions she would disappear for a few days at a time, reassuring us upon return that she had only been in jail for a domestic public dispute with her just-as-psycho girlfriend but that everything was “fine”.

The smallest things would set her off. Not adding certain punctuation throughout our meeting notes that was only shared internally. Not responding to her almost immediately after she blasted off texts, emails, and slacks and wondering why we couldn’t get all our day's work finished by 6p on the dot. Requesting time off. The list could go on and on, it really just depended on if she needed to use you as a punching bag that day or not. I never knew which version of her I’d get on the other end.

After 6 months of torture, I woke up one morning, saw her slew of messages awaiting my reply, closed my laptop, blocked her number, and never heard from or spoke to her again. I went back to school, switched careers and am now much happier with a less-cool job in tech. The entertainment industry had chewed me up and spat me out.

What I learned from these three traumatic experiences is that all we have in life is our time and if you’re miserable at the job you’re at every day you wake up, just fucking quit. You’re very replaceable…. And so are they.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (14-20 Jan 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

Death in Soho (Augusta Peel #1) (Emily Organ, author; Sarah Nichols, narrator) - acceptable cozy mystery set post-WWI. Perfectly cromulent and will probably read another when I'm craving an uncomplicated read. Did appreciate that Miss Peel is middle-aged, not an ingenue/flapper

Ever Since New York (AHM1121) - 94K, shrunkyclunks omegaverse - just a really satisfying omegaverse fic, loved these versions of them

Running on Air (eleventy7) - 74K, drarry - it's 8 yrs post-war, draco's been missing for 3 of them and harry's been assigned the cold case. There's driving and melancholy and eventually sorting out feelings and stuff

💖💖 +199K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Quench (AidaRonan) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 9K - reread, all time forever fave with possibly my fave description of thick steve: 'built like a mack truck made out of ribeye' (all the simile action in this fic is fantastic tbh)

This Light-Struck Country (TentacleParty) - The Witcher: eskel/oc (monster), 18K - some truly quality monsterfucking

sunrise supplications (liadan14) - The Old Guard: kaysanova, 12K - great modern AU enemies-to-lovers with a very clever spin on joe & nicky's canonical meeting

Slow Boat to China (Penguinjava) - A Charm of Magpies series (KJ Charles): Merrick & Lucien, 7K - wonderful vignette of the boat trip to china after lucien's horrible father banished them & the foundation of their relationship

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Brooklyn Nine-Nine - s8, e1-4

Dirty Laundry - s3, e10

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Summer Breakdown" (s21, e2)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Fs Get Defgrees" (s16, e2)

Mrs Sidhu Investigates - s1, e1-4

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

⭐ Desert Island Discs - Greta Gerwig, writer and director

What Next: TBD - Is Your Car Tracking You?

Ologies with Alie Ward - Carcinology (CRABS) Part 1 with Adam Wall

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Our Emmys Recap

Switched on Pop - Soundalikes: Lil Nas X and Ariana Grande

⭐ The Sporkful - The Hidden Battle Over Grocery Store Shelves

99% Invisible #566 - Imitation Nation

Code Switch - The women who masterminded the Montgomery Bus Boycott

⭐ Films To Be Buried With - Joel Kim Booster

Just One Thing - Take Vitamin D

NPR's Book of the Day - 'The Golden Screen' chronicles the films that shaped the Asian American diaspora

Vibe Check - Wesley Morris, or Wesley Snipes?

Welcome to Night Vale - Bonus Ep: Riddle Guy

NPR's Book of the Day - 'The Frozen River' tells the fictionalized story of a real 18th century midwife

Sara & Cariad's Weirdos Book Club - Monsters: A Fan's Dilemma by Claire Dederer with Winnie M Li

Today, Explained - How the war in Gaza ends

99% Invisible - Power Broker #01: Robert Caro

Dear Prudence - I Spend Hours a Day Having Intense Romantic Daydreams. Help!

Endless Thread - Where's the Beef?

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'80s Pop Party

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Tips to choose the best party bus

People have changed a lot in thinking more things in a creative way in that case if you wanted to conduct a party then booking a place is not a new trend it has become an old trend. If you wanted to arrange a party then you can book a bus which will change the setup completely into a party mode along with the decorations and this will give you good vibration. If you get down to the market you will be able to find a lot of party buses available but choosing the best one is in your hands of yours and here are some of the ideas on how you have to choose them.

Quality of the bus

 Whenever you are choosing the party bus you will have to check for the quality of the bus and make sure that there are no issues in the bus's condition. If you take the Party Bus NY they will provide you with the bus as a trial which will help you to know about whether to choose them or move to some other.

 Price range

 The most important thing that you need to consider from one with the other is the price range of the vehicle when you take them for rent. The price range should be quite reasonable and if you wanted to find that kind of party bus then it is available at Party Bus Rental Manhattan.

Interior set up

 Taking the Party Bus Rental Brooklyn they will ask you what kind of team you wanted to have for your party and they will suggest a lot of designs in how you can recreate the bus finally this will come out well according to your mindset.

Bottom line

Getting to the end of the article you have got some simple ideas about how you have to choose the best bus that will be suitable for your need. Even though this puts you in a lot of confusion if you make your decision better then you can get a good result.

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Today's compilation:

Old School 1993 Funk / Hip Hop / Electro

I think what's most striking about this very dope collection of mostly 80s party jams is that, when this album was originally released in 1993, people were *already* referring to this music as being representative of the "old school." I mean, the latest song on this thing is Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock's 1988 classic, "It Takes Two," and while that's universally regarded as a hands-down old school party-rap standard today, it's wild to think that people were willing to call it "old school" *just five years after* it first came out. Like, imagine considering literally any song from 2018 old school right now?! Crazy, right?

But this fantastic release seems to have already known the deal: three years after the 80s had ended, and still to this day, we were going to refer to a lot of that decade's output as definitively old school. And the brass at Thump Records were clearly proven right by this notion, because, even in these current 2020s, we still refer to this album's overall sound—that electro-synthy-fat keyboard bassline-post-disco-boogie-funk stuff—as 100% old school; not much of the material that preceded it, and no agreed-upon opinion about anything that came after it, either; but one thing that we all seem to know for certain is that the 80s were definitely a part of the old school era.

So, if you're looking for some of those vintage clap-and-stomp old school block party grooves, then this CD is simply essential listening. We've got total classic good-time party-rockers all throughout this thing, like Parliament's "Flashlight," George Clinton's "Atomic Dog," and the Rick James-produced "All Night Long," by the Mary Jane Girls. Also another big hit that topped Billboard's Hot Soul Singles chart in 1981 with Frankie Smith's "Double Dutch Bus," which famously featured a bunch of Ebonic lyrics that would later go on to be sampled by Missy Elliott in her own 2002 rap smash, "Gossip Folks":

Teena Marie comes through with her #3 R&B hit, "Square Biz" as well, and pioneering Brooklyn rap crew, Whodini, deliver two cuts off of their 1984 platinum-selling LP, Escape, with one of their biggest singles, "Friends"—whose spine-tingling electro keys would find their way into Nas' "If I Ruled the World," and whose chorus would also get interpolated by Everlast during his rootsy folk-blues phase on "Ends"—and its B-side, "Five Minutes of Funk."

And, really, I could've picked pretty much any other random handful of songs from this album and written as glowingly about them as I did the ones above, but I don't wanna overload this post. So just know that just because I didn't end up devoting a few words to most of these songs, that doesn't mean that they don't deserve an equal amount of praise, because they definitely do.

A terrific CD, from top to bottom, that makes for an awesome way to channel 70 minutes of some of those beloved and bygone 80s old school party vibes.

And if you want *3 and a half more hours* of 80s goodness like this, I also have my very own Spotify playlist that's of a slightly different stripe, which includes more dance-pop and freestyle on it, along with classic electro, hip hop, and a little bit of new wave too 😊.

Highlights:

Frankie Smith - "Double Dutch Bus" D-Train - "You're the One for Me" Tom Browne - "Funkin for Jamaica" Parliament - "Flashlight" Whodini - "Five Minutes of Funk" George Clinton - "Atomic Dog" Mary Jane Girls - "All Night Long" One Way - "Cutie Pie" Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock - "It Takes Two" Teena Marie - "Square Biz" Whodini - "Friends" The Gap Band - "You Dropped a Bomb on Me" Spyder-D - "Smerphies Dance"