#false flags redux

[veliseraptor]

it's 150 words meme time. fewer options this time because I'd really really like to finish something in the near sometime.

the rules: send me up to three numbers from the list below and I'll write 150 words in the project(s) of your choice. go forth and go wild

1. Our lives together, Xue Yang said, and an awful feeling rose in him, anger and something more sour that he didn’t want to name as jealousy. He remembered that glimpse, hearing Xingchen’s laugh, Xue Yang taunting him, Xingchen’s glorious smile turned unknowing on a monstrous murderer. The boiling hatred he’d felt; the fury and the determination that he must save Xingchen from whatever dreadful fate Xue Yang had planned, and Xingchen would never need to know the nature of the beast he’d allowed into his life.

Xue Yang said our lives together and it made him think of three years about which he knew nothing. 

He realized that for all Xue Yang’s vicious words, he had never spoken in any detail of that time. There was his mention of a garden, his assertion that Xingchen had been happy, and that one brief goading allusion to a relationship that he didn’t want to acknowledge. Other than that…nothing. It would, he thought, be an easy weapon for Xue Yang to use against him, to rub Song Lan’s face in the knowledge of their – friendship, however false it had been. 

And yet there was silence there. 

That’s not yours, Xue Yang said, like memories were something he could hoard, possess, like a stolen sword or – or a piece of candy. 

Aren’t they? The thought came to him quietly. Didn’t your memories sustain you, for those years wandering, searching… (Walking Far From Home)

2. Vegas jerked his head. “Forget it. It’s fine.” 

It wasn’t, obviously it wasn’t, but Pete wanted it to be and was seriously tempted to just let it drop. It seemed like that would probably be dangerous, though. Vegas probably wouldn’t actually let it drop, just chew on it in his own head for days on end and be in a bad mood the whole time. Only he had no idea what he was supposed to say. 

He inched closer to Vegas. “It’s not your fault either,” Pete said. “You could just as easily say I should’ve been paying closer attention.”

Vegas’s jaw tightened. “You’re not–” 

“Your bodyguard, I know,” Pete said, though he had his own thoughts on that that weren’t quite the same as Vegas’s. “But I still look out for you. Same as you do for me,” he added. 

Vegas’s expression remained stubbornly unhappy. “I can’t afford to be careless,” he said tightly. “And you shouldn’t have to always be on the alert.” Pete bit his tongue before he said but that’s what I do, that’s what I’m for. Vegas wouldn’t like it even if Pete knew he was right. (Drift)

3. “Does he have any friends?” 

“A-Qing!” Xiao Xingchen said sharply. “That’s unkind. Of course he does. I’ve - well, I’ve seen them, at least. He doesn’t think we’d get along.” Xiao Xingchen had mentioned something about wanting to meet Xue Yang’s other friends and he’d laughed. Yeah, no, he’d said, like it was funny. They’d eat you alive. 

He’d also said friends is kind of a loose term, anyway, they’re all bitches. Half the time I don’t like half of them and the other half half of them don’t like me, but he didn’t think a-Qing needed to hear that part, and he wasn’t sure Xue Yang hadn’t been joking, either. 

“Or,” a-Qing said, “he doesn’t want you to know the kind of people he hangs around with when he’s not with you.”

“You always say I don’t have enough friends,” Xiao Xingchen said, “but now that I’ve found one you don’t like him. And you still haven’t said why.”

“Friends, yeah, not a whole-ass red flag of a boyfriend,” a-Qing said. (Redux)

4. Did Chan suspect him of being a traitor? If he did it was weird that he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t brought Pete in for more questioning. He was still technically off duty, not medically cleared yet, but it wasn’t like Chan to leave a potential security threat loose.

Weird to think of himself in those terms. Pete knew he was loyal, knew he was where he was supposed to be, knew he would fight and die for the main family without hesitation. Wasn’t that what he’d gone in prepared to do? He hadn’t given anything up (Vegas had never asked). There was still something deep in his core that whispered that he was a traitor, that he’d betrayed the main family, that he couldn’t trust his own loyalty.

He could’ve run and he’d chosen to go back. He’d given Vegas pieces of himself nobody else had, he’d pulled him in and smashed their mouths together, offered himself up and he was still there, or at least part of him was, still with Vegas, still Vegas’s and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get it back. Which was – which was fine, he didn’t want or need that part of himself, he was better off without it, whatever it was that had made him do what he’d done. (jiggety-jig)

5. “So what’d you want to talk to me about away from sensitive daoshi ears, Wei-qianbei?”

“A lot of things,” Wei Wuxian said. He pulled out Chenqing and started twirling it around his fingers; Xue Yang took a moment eyeing it to decide if it was a threat or just a fidgety gesture. “One thing I’m really curious about is – how the fuck did you convince Song Lan not to kill you? Xiao-shishu I know you had the advantage he didn’t know who you were until he’d already got attached.” 

Xue Yang didn’t like the sound of that. Like he was some kind of stray dog who’d wandered into Xiao Xingchen’s house. Even if it was pretty much true.

“But that couldn’t’ve been the case with Song Lan. You blinded him, killed his entire temple. Whatever you said, it must’ve been pretty persuasive.”

“I’m just irresistibly charming,” Xue Yang said. Wei Wuxian laughed, and Xue Yang grinned. “Maybe I seduced him. You don’t know.”

“You’re certainly shameless,” Wei Wuxian said. “And you don’t like answering questions.”“I don’t like answering boring questions,” Xue Yang corrected him. “If you had more interesting ones maybe I would.” (demonic cultivator team up)

6. The door opened. “Vegas?” said Pete, sounding a little anxious. Vegas pulled his gaze off Porsche.

“In here,” he said. “We’ve got company.”

Pete slunk into the room; that was the word for it even if his posture was perfect and he was smiling. His eyes moved fast back and forth between Vegas and Porsche. “I know,” he said. “I saw the car. And the guards.” Vegas could see him trying to read the situation, assessing threat levels, though Vegas wasn’t sure whose. How dangerous he was to Porsche or the other way around? 

“Hey, Pete,” Porsche said, smiling warmly. “How’re you doing?” 

“Good,” Pete said, his smile making Vegas itch. “I’m good. Uh – I didn’t know you were coming over.” (post canon vegaspete long(er) fic)

7. *Zichen,* Xingchen had said, gazing at the fire. He was sitting too close to it; he was often cold now, as though his body remembered the chill of death and couldn’t hold the warmth of life. *Can I ask you something?* 

Dread materialized in Song Lan’s stomach, but there was nothing he could deny Xingchen anymore. *Anything.* 

Xingchen took a shallow breath and held it for a few moments too long. *Xue Yang,* he said. *Do you know…where he is?* 

Song Lan hesitated. The reluctance to speak the truth returned in force. Lie, it urged. It would be a relief, surely, for Xingchen to know that he couldn’t do any more harm. It could provide some sort of closure, help him move on. But there was a nagging memory at the back of his mind that heard Xingchen’s laugh, saw him sitting side-by-side with the man Song Lan had hated more than anyone in the world. The friend he’d killed to save.

He deserves to know, he thought wearily, and so he said, *he is dead.* (Life After Death)

8. It was Pete he thought of. Everything he’d done to Pete. Every way he’d hurt him, and Pete said it was fine, Pete said he didn’t care, it didn’t matter now, but Pete didn’t know how much he mattered so he wasn’t exactly a trustworthy judge. Vegas knew how somebody else – anybody else – would see it, looking at them from the outside, and mostly he didn’t care because Pete’s opinion was the only one that mattered but if he thought about it– 

What goes around, he thought in English, and laughed a little. Him dying here wouldn’t make anything better. Might make some peoples’ lives a little easier, but it wasn’t like it would fix anything that he’d already done. But maybe it wouldn’t make anything worse, either.

Don’t you dare walk away, Vegas, Pete said. Vegas, look at me.

His eyes slipped closed again and this time he didn’t try to open them again. Pete was going to be so upset. His bodyguard friends who hated Vegas had better take care of him. Better than Vegas had. (All's Fair)

[taviewritesstuff]

BT Redux, FLaG Relance, and the Visions Behind Them

So one of the things I’ve been learning on this journey of reinventing myself and my skills is the concept of vision. Or rather, why having one is pretty important.

I admit, when I first started writing stories, I just thought of, “This would be awesome to write out!” Which would explain some of my crazier stories during middle and high school (which I still read from time to time to remind myself of my progress, and because of nostalgia!).

But since I’ve started making reboots of my larger works, I realize that if I want them to succeed, I need to have a clear, concrete vision of where I want the stories to go. Having a vision for something is just as important as doing it, because it gives you a clear direction.

And nowhere do I need that direction more than in the reboots of two of my bigger stories—Blazin’ Trails and For Love and Glory.

For Blazin’ Trails, it really just started out as a quick idea I had, and then it turned into multiple ideas. It wasn’t really supposed to be anything other than an outlet/story dump thing for Ricochet Rabbit and Droop-a-Long, but that changed drastically when my buddy Vulaan Kulaas and I started incorporating story arcs, and I realized that what we envisioned for the story then wasn’t working with the way the story was going now. I had envisioned a Gunsmoke like story with some Hanna-Barberian elements, which was obvious in some chapters. Adding purely serious stories just wouldn’t cut it in the current Blazin’ Trails, not to mention the timeline was all out of wack. Add in the new characters (which both me and VK were creating all the time, haha), and it was a crap show. For a while, writing this gave me some stress because I felt like I was a failure, promising all these cool plot lines and not delivering them in the next update.

The original For Love and Glory was kinda similar, but it differs in that I kinda had an outline for where I wanted to go with it. I was inspired by a comment that questioned how Toosh got his start as a hero, and I decided to answer that question with a DARK AND GRITTY story—to make him a flawed, yet relatable character, which is a good idea in concept, but I admit fell flat in execution. I actually did want to make it a full series, but the lack of response was disheartening, which made me falsely believe that the story wasn’t worth sharing. It’s why I never posted the sequels to the original, since I figured that nobody would read it. I questioned if people would really care, or if it was worth writing content for the two characters. Plus, looking back at the old story made me feel like certain things weren’t explained and the world building was incredibly poor. And unlike with Ric, I didn’t really get the hang of writing Toosh (Dum, though, was easier.) which kinda showed in the writing. Honestly, I was ready to give up on the story, even though a rewrite was always on the table.

Two things happened, though, that convinced me to not give up on these two works.

There was no really big epiphany with Blazin’ Trails, though. Vulaan Kulaas and I were talking about how the story needs to be changed, and she helped me to come up with the name, some plot lines, and of course, introduced lots of original characters. I went ahead and started changing up some plots, picking the most important events from the first story and cutting or consolidating the rest and cutting or revamping some characters. And with the new ideas that VK was giving me, I felt my creative mojo come back. I was now adding more stories and better character development. The “guest stars” actually had important roles! And now I’m spending more time on the wiki than I am on Tumblr, much to my buddy’s amusement XD

Then, I had a few silly ideas that fantasy elements could go into this story, and then they just stuck. And then I wrote it, and realized that the fantasy elements were just right for the new story I wanted to go with. And then I realized I’d have to redo characters’ backstories, personalities, and even the whole world. A Princess Connect/Symphogear-like story with some Hanna-Barberian elements would be awesome to write…but it wouldn’t cut with the original “DARK AND GRITTY” vision of the original. I feel like I’m finally getting a hold of Touché’s voice, and slowly but surely, some more details about the world will be added. And then of course, not helping is my current obsession with my OTPs for the story, Touché and Edith and Cat and Dum.

My vision for Blazin’ Trails Redux is a story that gives Ricochet and Droop-a-Long, as well as the large cast that supports them, the proper Western that they deserve.

My vision for For Love and Glory Relance, is to create, essentially, the best Touché Turtle story around, one that gives both him and Dum-Dum the proper story they deserve.

Now that I have a clear vision for what I want to do for both of these stories, I’ve been working on them full force (well, more the former than the latter). Who knows, I may or may not create a separate side blog specifically for FLaG, LOL.

Either way, I must admit, I am SO hyped to write both of these!

[codehunter]

Accessing a part of reducer state from one reducer within another reducer

I do not know how to access a boolean isLoading flag from reducerForm.js reducer in reducerRegister.js. I have used combineReducers() and I use isLoading to disable a button during form submit.

It's initial state is false, after clicking submit, it changes to true. After the form submission is successful, isLoading is reset to false again. Below is the relevant code for this issue:

actionRegister.js

let _registerUserFailure = (payload) => { return { type: types.SAVE_USER_FAILURE, payload };};let _registerUserSuccess = (payload) => { return { type: types.SAVE_USER_SUCCESS, payload, is_Active: 0, isLoading:true };};let _hideNotification = (payload) => { return { type: types.HIDE_NOTIFICATION, payload: '' };};// asynchronous helpersexport function registerUser({ // use redux-thunk for asynchronous dispatch timezone, password, passwordConfirmation, email, name}) { return dispatch => { axios.all([axios.post('/auth/signup', { timezone, password, passwordConfirmation, email, name, is_Active: 0 }) // axios.post('/send', {email}) ]) .then(axios.spread(res => { dispatch(_registerUserSuccess(res.data.message)); dispatch(formReset()); setTimeout(() => { dispatch(_hideNotification(res.data.message)); }, 10000); })) .catch(res => { // BE validation and passport error message dispatch(_registerUserFailure(res.data.message)); setTimeout(() => { dispatch(_hideNotification(res.data.message)); }, 10000); }); };}

actionForm.js

export function formUpdate(name, value) { return { type: types.FORM_UPDATE_VALUE, name, //shorthand from name:name introduced in ES2016 value };}export function formReset() { return { type: types.FORM_RESET };}

reducerRegister.js

const INITIAL_STATE = { error:{}, is_Active:false, isLoading:false};const reducerSignup = (state = INITIAL_STATE , action) => { switch(action.type) { case types.SAVE_USER_SUCCESS: return { ...state, is_Active:false, isLoading: true, error: { register: action.payload }}; case types.SAVE_USER_FAILURE: return { ...state, error: { register: action.payload }}; case types.HIDE_NOTIFICATION: return { ...state , error:{} }; } return state;};export default reducerSignup;

reducerForm.js

const INITIAL_STATE = { values: {}};const reducerUpdate = (state = INITIAL_STATE, action) => { switch (action.type) { case types.FORM_UPDATE_VALUE: return Object.assign({}, state, { values: Object.assign({}, state.values, { [action.name]: action.value, }) }); case types.FORM_RESET: return INITIAL_STATE; // here I need isLoading value from reducerRegister.js } return state;};export default reducerUpdate;

reducerCombined.js

import { combineReducers } from 'redux';import reducerRegister from './reducerRegister';import reducerLogin from './reducerLogin';import reducerForm from './reducerForm';const rootReducer = combineReducers({ signup:reducerRegister, signin: reducerLogin, form: reducerForm});export default rootReducer;

This is where I use isLoading:

let isLoading = this.props.isLoading;<FormGroup> <Col smOffset={4} sm={8}> <Button type="submit" disabled={isLoading} onClick={!isLoading ? isLoading : null} > { isLoading ? 'Creating...' : 'Create New Account'} </Button> </Col> </FormGroup>

Mapping state to props within the same component

function mapStateToProps(state) { return { errorMessage: state.signup.error, isLoading: state.signup.isLoading, values: state.form.values };}

https://codehunter.cc/a/reactjs/accessing-a-part-of-reducer-state-from-one-reducer-within-another-reducer

[dj-thermal-detonator]

THE HIDDEN PATH TO 9/11 - WTC BOMBING OF 1993: False Flag Terrorism, Cover-Ups, & Missing Links Pt 3 from Truther TV on Vimeo.

Originally Premiered August 11, 2022 [Part 3 - FBI informant, or opportunist? + Missing conspirators and pretext attempts against Iraq]

34. - History Channeling Emad Salem’s recruitment for the FBI 35. 3:31 - Dr. M.T. Mehdi, an introduction to a Salem character witness 36. 15:48 - Kunstler Vs. Kahane from the Grave – Salem-Kahane-Chai link exposed 37. 21:26 - JDL = International-Terrorism 38. 25:02- By Way of the Masada, A brief overview of Jewish Terrorism 39. 33:22 - KSM Family Tree Redux with cousin Ammar - Islamic Terrorism or Arab Terrorism 40. 38:55 - Contrasts & Crossings - Piper & Kunstler JFK to 9-11 - KSM Redux II 41. 44:20 - Salem in question part I - Fear Mongering & False Flag Damage control for Jones 42. 52:41 - Salem in question part II - Obama Deception bandwagon & Pro-Neocon Policy 43. 58:59 - Salem in question part III - Egyptian Agent & Zionist + Sander Hicks interview 44. 01:06:17 - Abdul Rahman Yasin - The 6th Bomber Who Got Away 45. 01:18:16 - The Yasin's and the Bombing Conspirators' Den 46. 01:27:10- 1st. Attack = 1st Iraqi Terrorism Pretext- Yasin=Haddas Apt. w/Salameh & Yousef 47. 01:40:30 - OBL in retrospect to Nosair and the Gulf War-era + Ali Mohamed revisited 48. 01:53:43 - Ali Mohamed the Handler and Al-Qaeda mid-man, challenged. 49. 01:58:44 - Bojinka revisited w/Bin Ladin brother-in-law Jamal Khalifa suspected link to Trade Center Bombing

The Hidden Path To 9/11 - WORLD TRADE CENTER BOMBING OF 1993: False Flag Terrorism, Cover-Ups, and Missing Links is a 4 part expansive revised film produced and narrated by Thermal Detonator (Truther TV /We Are Change LA) with writing, research, and narration assistance by Adam Fitzgerald (The Darkened Hour: adamfitzgerald.podbean.com/). ‘The Hidden Path…’ is a compendium of other documentaries originating from Truther TV's ‘AN INCONVENIENT 9/11 TRUTH [Part II]: Roads from NYC to OKC’ [2015]. This film is not just about the 1993 WTC bombing but also a chain of events before and right after, including some instances on the cusp of the September 11th attacks…

The remaining parts of the film will be released in the next coming months by the coming 21-year anniversary of 9/11 on September 11th, 2022.

Please consider donating or becoming a Patreon if you would like to see improvements, as well as advanced viewing of the film: patreon.com/thermaldetonator

For questions regarding info on how to get a DVD or file, or if you'd like to donate and contribute to more film-making and collecting archives, email, or Paypal: wacwood@gmail.com. Please subscribe to the channels. Thank you for viewing.

[greekowl87]

Fic: False Flags - Ghost Ship 7/?

This fic still lives, albeit, just at a slower pace. For those that need to catch up…The First Fic: (False Flags Redux) | Ghost Ship: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) or if AO3 is your thing, you’ve got your choices. Sorry for any grammar or issues of that nature. No beta, I suck at editing my own work on computers (especially when it’s longer) and Grammarly only does so much. I still hope you enjoy it. Thanks for taking the time to stop by.

Tagging: @today-in-fic, @improlificinsarcasm,  @baronessblixen, and @suitablyaggrieved 

A/N: I haven’t given up on this fic but life keeps me busy and inspiration has been little. Thanks for any support with this fic. Sorry; no beta and trying to self edit longer works it not the easiest for me.

Buckley sat by the window of the hotel room carelessly spinning an unloaded Colt 1911 on the small table the motel staff had placed in the double room. Across the room, Alex Krychek groaned in annoyance and turned up the volume on the television with his one good arm. Buckley snorted and continued to spin the pistol. “Will you stop that!” Krychek shouted angrily. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Am I?” He laughed. “Good, Alexi.”

“Alex. Stop calling me that! I don’t know what the old man sees in you. Enlisting your help a second time? You screwed up and got caught last time. What makes you think you can do better?”

“And I got shot by Mulder too but the tip came from an anonymous informant. Not my screw-ups, you dick. Besides, shouldn’t you be doing something useful? Like getting us dinner or something?”

Krycek shuddered. “And I lost a goddamn arm thanks to Mulder and I’m not complaining. God, don’t you ever shut up? I’m not your servant so stop bothering me. I’m not supposed to let you out of myself or else god forbid you to go rogue.”

“Why worry?”

“I’ve seen your work,” Krycek huffed. He thought about the file folder and the gruesome pictures he had seen. It reminded him of Jack the Ripper, especially when Mulder and Scully had caught him during his last crime spree. “You’re fucking insane.”

“I used to be a gangster from the 1920s.” He replied. His voice took on a Chicago accent briefly. ‘That’s where I learned all that.”

“You really are insane. Bipolar. Order a pizza or something if you’re so damn hungry. The phone book is right there.”

Buckley chuckled and continued to stare on the window, spinning the pistol.

****************

Mulder and Scully slept through the night but that didn’t do anything to calm each other’s nerves. The ocean pounding the sandbars only matched Scully’s racing heart. Mulder sipped his coffee and leaned against the counter. “Scully, you’re pacing,” he quipped from the couch.

“I feel like a prisoner here,” she answered. She looked around at the ocean-inspired theme and shook her head. “It feels irreverent like Arcadia did.”  She crossed her arms and looked at Mulder. “Don’t you feel the same? We can’t leave.”

“I don’t remember anyone saying that. Skinner didn’t say that. We’re free to come and go as we please. It isn’t like Skinner has placed us in protective custody and he’s standing in the corner watching our every move. We have our weapons. We’re trained federal agents. We’re okay.”

She shook her head in frustration. “I have the worst feeling growing in the back of my mind. He’s closer than they think he is.” She scratched the back of her neck and Mulder got from the couch to catch her hand. “What?”

“It’s not the chip,” he answered quickly. “This isn’t like Ruskin Dam. This isn’t the Syndicate coming after us. This is just old fashioned…” He sighed, unable to find the word. His fingers caressed the back of her neck gently. “It’s just our past coming back to haunt us. Quite literally. In the physical form of a sociopath.”

“You should have killed the bastard when you had the chance,” she replied. Scully relaxed into his touch and closed her eyes. “Might have saved us this headache.”

“You are the better shot between the two of us. Sorry. Couldn’t kill Model, couldn’t kill Buckley even at close range. But you, my kick-ass G-woman can shot a Sig Sauer P-226 with the precision of a surgeon and still take out and heal with the same ability. Maybe I should just give you my own weapon.”

Scully smiled ruefully and leaned into the shoulder she had shot years before. Mulder laughed and held her close. She took a deep breath and looked up to him and said, “I imagined our time down here filled with doing the tourist traps, relaxing with you on the beach, and just having fun.”

“We still can. The Bodie Lighthouse isn’t that far. Neither is Roanoke Island. Let’s go there. Check out the history. Maybe we can solve the case of the missing colony.”

“They’re national parks.”

“And we’re federal agents. We’ll be fine.” He gave her a weak smile. “Let’s do the lighthouse today. We can spend tomorrow on Manteo and have some dinner or something.”

“Mulder…”

“It’s better than seeing you pace back and forth. It’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” she conceded. “Anything is better than just being stressed.”

“I know you hate flying but are you afraid of heights?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“Have you ever been up in a lighthouse?”

“Surprisingly, no.”

“Really? Coming from the woman who loves the seas.” Mulder grinned. “You’re going to love it.”

*********************

The FBI partners gathered their weapons and badges to hide them discreetly among their clothes. They grabbed Scully’s purse, locked their beach house, and went down to Mulder’s car. He hated seeing Scully like this and knew that this trip would be just the thing. They made the drive down NC-12 to Cape Hatteras National Park chatting silently with one another. When they arrived at the fork for Cape Hatteras National Park, he took the right back down the highway. After a short distance, he turned left down a small paved road where Bodie Island Lighthouse was. Mulder pulled their car in the small gravel parking lot and smiled at Scully. “Well?”

She leaned forward to look out of the windshield. The black and white striped lighthouse stood off in the distance with the white lightkeeper’s house nearby. “It’s quaint,” she smiled. “Very tucked away. I’d imagine you might be used to up in New England.”

“I’ve seen a few.

“It has a history as well.”

“I bet it does.”

They climbed out of the car and Mulder was surprised when Scully openly took his hand and led him towards the Lightkeeper’s House, which served as the gift shop and the National Park Service’s Office. As if she had been there before, she knew right where everything was. Mulder became interested in some of the lighthouse knick-knacks as she purchased two tickets to climb the lighthouse. “Got those tickets to the stairway to heaven, Scully?”

“Hahaha,” she smiled. Much to this delight, she took his arm as they ventured back outside to a bench near the lighthouse to wait for the next tour. She guided him to sit with her on the bench overlooking the lighthouse. “I should really purchase a camera for this trip.”

“We can always buy a postcard.”

“I’m talking about us.” She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Why do you have to be difficult?”

“Because I love it when you say, ‘You’re crazy, Mulder.’  Besides, who needs a camera when you have a photographic memory?” He tapped his temple. “All our recent memory making…”

She laughed and it lifted Mulder’s spirit. Despite having a reincarnated ex-husband murderer who happened to be a serial killer in this life hunting down them while they were on their first vacation as a couple, he was so happy to hear her laughter. She smiled and rested her head against the bicep. She closed her eyes sleepily. “What do you say to us taking a nap in the hammock we have on the deck when we get home?”

“Despite the threat of…”

“Ssshhh. But yes.”

“As long as we pick up dinner along the way. Are you in the mood for seafood?”

“What about some Carolina BBQ?”

“I like you in a vacation mood. Why can’t you be more open to greasy foods when we’re in the field?”

“Vacation. There’s a difference,” she laughed.

Mulder watched a park ranger walk past them, calling, “All those for tickets for the 12:00 lighthouse tour line up behind me.”

“That’s us,” Scully whispered.

“Do you have to be first at everything?”

“I have to remind you who is the boss in this relationship. Tell me, Walking History Textbook, what is special about this lighthouse?”

“I remember,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head, “trying to blow it up with the retreating troops but I got orders to report to Norfolk instead.”

She chuckled. “Fucking past lives but then again, I have those to thank for my better sex life.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Shut up.” Her eyes opened and she tugged on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“This salt air is doing wonders for your spirit,” he remarked.

“Maybe it’s the company more.”

Mulder smiled and kissed her forehead lovingly. She walked together to the front of the lighthouse where others were lining up in front of a park ranger. The woman park ranger smiled and waved people closer. “Gather around everyone! First, a few rules before we go up. The stairs in this lighthouse aren’t like the ones at Cape Hatteras. Only one person at a time can be on them, going up or going down in either direction. You can have multiple people on the landings,” the park ranger explained. “Now that we have that out of the way, can anyone tell me about the lighthouse?”

The tour group was met with silence as the park ranger started to talk about a mini-history lesson about Congress approving the lighthouse and it’s history from the Civil War to the present. As the park ranger concluded her mini-speech, she stepped back and motioned for everyone to begin their journey upwards. Mulder and Scully were in the middle of the group and took a moment to take in the moment around them: other tourists, the lovely March weather, and Scully in sunglasses smiling and laughing with her arm wrapped through his. It was so nice to see you here relaxed and happy.

“Are you happy?” Mulder whispered to her.

“Yes,” she answered.

That was all he needed at that moment. He really should have bought a disposable camera to capture this moment. As they climbed the lighthouse in a single file line, he was entranced by the magic of the moment. They paused periodically on each landing, overlooking various aspects of the horizon. The salt marshes and sounds of the Ocean on the other end. The Atlantic on the other side. Scully laughing. Eventually, they reached the top, the wind whipped Scully’s hair.

She gripped the railings of Bodie Lighthouse and leaned over to look at the people below. Mulder’s hand rested lightly on her back and he whispered, “What a view huh?”

“Hey, mister!”

A young kid’s voice caught both of them off guard and as they turned they saw a young boy with a brand new Polaroid camera. He smiled, speaking loudly over the wind. “I’ll take two pictures of you for five bucks.”

“Try three,” Mulder haggled, getting into the spirit.

“Two dollars includes on the spot printing. Memories last forever.”

“You sound like a Hallmark commercial.”

“Mom lets me watch a lot of tv.” The young kid considered his possible client. “What do you say? Five dollars for three pictures?”

“I have to consult with my boss. What do you say, Scully? Three for five?”

She nodded and smiled. The kid smiled and raised his camera. He took a series of three shots. One of them both overlooking the railing out to the Atlantic sea, the second of them together smiling for the camera, and an unscripted kiss that briefly turned passionate, all of which was captured on the kid’s camera. Scully broke away, her cheeks flushed as she smiled. Mulder dug through his jean’s pockets until he produced a crumpled five-dollar bill. He exchanged it as Scully still took the still-developing photos.

Scully waved the photos in the sea air in a vain attempt to get them to develop quicker. She briefly flashed back to when she found that picture of them in the library archives in Newport News months ago from 1863. But there was something else that bloomed up inside of her; pride, love, tenderness, and devotion. Finally, something to memorialize and immortalize this moment now. She eyed the top image of them kissing with affection. Mulder was saying something before he returned to her.

“How did they turn out?”

“The kid has an eye for photography?” She answered.

They both gripped the photos to keep them from flying away in the sea breeze. “The Gunmen can make copies of these,” he whispered into her ear. “We can put one down into the basement and make Skinner jealous.”

“Or we can keep the copies for ourselves,” she answered. She rested her head against his chest; the breeze was in one ear with echoes of eternity from the Atlantic and his heartbeat was steady with promises of the future. “We need to buy a camera.”

“I can agree with that.” They watched the pictures develop on top of the lighthouse as they stood close to each other and as another momentarily in the winds of their entwined existence became immortalized once again on film. Scully felt relaxed and, for once, at peace. “Let me put those pictures in my purse,” she whispered softly.

Mulder gladly obliged and she carefully tucked away their pictures. They stood together, admiring the 360 panorama view that Bodie Lighthouse gave. After a while, they descended the staircase back down to the ground. Scully took his hand in public, unafraid who was watching and dragged Mulder to the gift shop. As he enjoyed the moment of this rare display of public affection, Mulder had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that disappeared when Scully’s lips met his.

********************

Buckley sat in the farthest car from the lighthouse, looking through his binoculars. Krycek sat next to him and asked, “Is it them?”

“Yep,” the other man replied. “Just like I told you.”

********************

Mulder looked at the Polaroids that had been taken at the lighthouse that day. He could only imagine the film on the disposable camera and how wonderful the shots were going to be. He and Scully were laughing, posing together as a couple framed by the lighthouse and the Atlantic Ocean. The little kids who had charged them five dollars for the pictures were ruthless but he finally had some proof of their happiness in this life. He contemplated calling upon the Gunmen to use their technological magic to digitize the photos but that would be for another day. He had been relatively low profile with his relationship with Scully over the past three months and he did not want to push it unless she was okay with it.

“Hey, Scully,” he called, “when do you think we should tell your mom?”

“About what, Mulder?”

“Us,” he replied.

From the kitchen island, Scully was curled up on the couch with a blanket watching ‘Dharma and Greg’ and not really paying attention to him. She rested her arm on the back of the couch and twisted to look at him. “What aspect of us?”

“Well,” Mulder began, setting the photos down, “the change in our relationship for starters.”

“Or the IVF?”

“I wasn’t going to go there.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he admitted. He set the pictures aside and joined her on the couch. “I’ve just been thinking lately.”

“Well, I feel like there’s been a lot of that going around,” she said. Mulder unfurled her legs and rested her feet in his lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I’m not really thinking.”

“Or maybe you’re just too busy thinking. Are you thinking about the IVF?”

“I would want to try again if you are willing too.”

“I still want to think about it,” she replied.

He lightly massaged her feet and she hummed in approval. “I can’t believe how sore my feet are from climbing all those stairs.”

“It’s not like you aren’t used to all work. You’re the FBI equivalent of Wonder Women running in high heels.”

“I appreciate the compliant, Mulder, but if you remember, I decided to wear flip-flops that have no support.”

“Well, where else could you get weather nice enough to wear flip flops in March?”

She giggled as he got a particular ticklish area. “Only in Nags Head.”  She nodded to the show that was on. “So, I caught this the first time when I was in San Diego. Have you ever heard of it?”

“What is it?”

“The show’s called ‘Dharma and Greg.’”

“I believe I have,” he said. “Some flower child marries a lawyer and chaos ensues when they decide to marry on the first date. So which one am I? Dharma or Greg?”

“Dharma,” she answered. “But opposites attract and make us better for it. Wouldn’t you agree, Mulder?”

He chuckled. “I might be inclined to. Do you want to keep it on this or find some nature documentary?”

“I like that and this version of Domestic Scully.”

“Did you lock the doors downstairs?”

“Yes,” he answered, “and I triple checked all the locks and windows. The only window that will be open is the one to our bedroom on the third floor.”

“And our weapons?”

“In the bedroom on the nightstands.”

She relaxed and nodded in approval. She withdrew her feet and switched her sitting position. She lounged against Mulder, wrapping his arms securely around her, and they enjoyed the rest of the comedy sitcom. He smiled into her arm and pressed a kiss, solidifying this moment in his memory. Even though there was a psycho that might be trying to kill them, he was the happiest he had been in a long time.

***********************

Mulder and. Scully had retired after television for a few more hours of watching prime time sitcoms. Scully disappeared into their bedroom and he did a quick lap around the beach house to check all their locks. By the time he got back up to their third-floor bedroom, he could hear the water running in the master bathroom.

“Mulder,” Scully called through the partially closed door. “Did you get everything you needed done?”

He could hear the partially slurred speech. “Is that wine I smell?” He dare not open the door. While this vacation had stress from fear of a psycho, it was bringing out sides of Scully he had only dreamed of and seen in one other lifetime. “Scully?”

“Hmm.” She giggled. “Maybe. Come join me, Mulder.”

“Where did you get the wine?”

He was already taking off his shirt and Scully’s laughter was causing his blood to boil in anticipation. “I snuck it in our last shopping trip,” she replied. She was giggling again. “Mulder, come on. There are still bubbles.”

Bubbles. “Aw, Scully.”

He pushed the door open slightly and saw her hair clipped back and a coffee mug in her hand. Most of her were covered by the bubbles from the jacuzzi so all that he saw was the one bare leg perched near the faucet. “Scully…” he crooned.

“What? Go grab yourself a coffee mug and bring the bottle with you!” She was smiling. Even though they decided to take their relationship to a new level, this still seemed so uncharacteristic of her. “Come on, Mulder. We’re on vacation.”

“I know we are,” he answered. He chose his next words carefully. “Weren’t you the one earlier who was concerned about our safety?”

“I’m not letting them get to me. Us. I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

“About telling your mom?”

“No. I want to try again when we get back to D.C.”

Mulder smiled and his concerns momentarily forgotten. “I’ll be right back.”

He went to the fridge, grabbed the open bottle, and a coffee mug from the fridge. She was smiling coyly at him. He topped off her coffee mug and shucked his jeans. In one fluid movement, he slid behind her and coiled his arms around her. “It’s a good thing you’re so small,” he teased. He kissed his favorite spot behind her ear. “Or else this w Scully lounged back into him. “I’ve been dreaming,” she whispered to him softly. She sipped the wine-filled coffee mug. “Don’t worry, it’s not any new past lives or anything.”

“I’m glad?”

She heard the question in his voice. “I am just thinking about this life and the last. Us. What could have been.”

Scully was always amazed how well they just worked together, either spiritually, or as she had discovered lately, physically as well. She sipped her wine. “Now or then,” he asked.

“Then. I still have a hard time believing it was real, Mulder.”

Together, they entwined their hands and caressed her flattened abdomen. He nuzzled her neck and closed his eyes. They both could remember those memories for the early 1860s, the joy of their unborn child, laying together, and dreaming about the future. “It was,” he replied. “And I don’t know how this whole past life thing works but we’ve been given a second chance.”

“By remembering?”

She turned her head in question and Mulder found her lips. “We’ll have that again.”

“Your faith is grounding.”

“Did you enjoy the lighthouse today?” He asked, changing the subject. “I was thinking why not tour all of them? We can drive back down to Cape Hatteras and climb the lighthouse there. Or drive an hour or so up to Corolla and climb the Currituck Lighthouse. And there are the ferries...Ocracoke, Knotts Island…”

“One day at a time, Mulder,” she laughed. “Today was Bodie Lighthouse. Tomorrow is Manteo. Tonight is this.”

“So,” he paused, setting aside both of the wine mugs. “Do you want to try to experiment and push the bounds of this fancy bathtub?”

“I bet you’re more effective than those water jets,” she challenged.

Mulder smiled and kissed her deeply. “I’ll get you to relax on this vacation.”

Scully just deepened the kiss and pulled him closer.

************************

Further up the barrier islands in Duck, North Carolina, Franklin Buckley, and Alex Krycek were at a small pizzeria nestled in a small outcrop of shops. Over shared slices and bad beer, they talked. “I still don’t get it,” Krycek started. “Why is this so fucking important to you? Mulder is no one.”

“Your boss is interested in them,” Buckley shrugged. “As a result, I am too.”

“I read your file you know.”

“Hell, I was in the papers.”

“And this somehow makes you the best choice?” Krycek sneered. “I still don’t understand that smoking bastard’s logic. I know you were in the papers. There is a fucking manhunt on for you.”

“And yet they can’t touch me.” Buckley waved the soggy pizza in the air. “We’re having pizza.”

“Why did the old man pick you?”

“Alexi…”

“Alex.”

“Alex.” Buckley grinned. “Have you ever wanted revenge so badly that you would do anything? Take back what is rightfully yours?”

Krychek grew quiet. “I have.”

“Then this is no different. It’s all a matter of waiting. I made the smoker an offer he couldn’t refuse. Are you going to finish that pizza?”

“No.” Krycek was distracted. He pushed the plate towards Buckley with his right arm. “Go ahead.”

“Must suck having one arm but I’ll tell you, this pizza is better than anything they served in the joint.”

“What’s your plan?”

“You’ll see. In the meantime, it is all the matter of waiting and seeing.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Wait and see.”

****************

Back in Nags Head, Scully stood on the deck with her arms around her. She watched the waves hit the shore as high tide came ashore. Mulder had run out earlier to pick up some dinner for them but, while he was gone, Skinner had called her cell phone with an update on the situation. While Buckley still had yet to be confirmed spotted, there had been an anonymous tip that Krycek was in league with Buckley. While the SACs of the branch offices were not as quick, Skinner was the one to make the connection. He hung up without giving Scully any orders to immediately return or what to do next. He promised to call her the next day if there had been any developments.

But this newest update from Skinner had left her uneasy. Their boss had danced around the possibility of recalling his two agents back from their vacation but had not stated anything directly. She watched the waves, memorized, and let her thoughts drift. This vacation of theirs was already turning south with each new update about Buckley. She was beginning to feel paranoid, like a haunting ghost on the edge of her vision. She sighed and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting behind her. Although she couldn’t see the sun at this point, it was already painting the sky in a brilliant canvas of colors and hues of reds, pinks, purples, and oranges. She tried to let herself get lost in the beauty of the moment but her anxiety grew worse.

She watched the last of the sun fade into darkness and went back into the beach house. Scully glanced at the green digital clock on the microwave and frowned when she read 7:13. Mulder should have been back by now. She tapped her knuckles lightly against each other to ward against the growing anxiety. She heard the main door unlock and his musical voice call, “Scully, I’m back! You’ll never guess what I picked up!”

She tried to refrain from clutching her pounding heart but failed. “Took you long enough!”

“I’m sorry, but you know how I get sometimes. Something catches my eyes and poof.”

She could hear him climbing the stairs, trying to juggle plastics takeout bags. He appeared, dropped the armload of food and a nondescript black plastic bag on the counter. He sneaked up behind her, kissed her, and whispered, “Miss me that much?”

She nodded, twisting her head to meet his kiss. “Always.”

He hummed and flexed around her. “You’re tense.”

“I spoke to Skinner earlier.” She tried to relax as she spoke. He hummed. “And I...let’s just discuss it tomorrow okay? We’ll lock the doors, keep our weapons nearby, and play it safe. Is that okay?”

“Whatever you say,” he whispered. “So, for dinner, I got us a surprise.”

“Dare I ask?”

He broke away but not before stealing another kiss. “We’re on the coast. You know the seafood is fresh. I literally just got it so you know it is good.”

“Get to point. Why were you late?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “I went up the strip a couple of miles and found this really cute place.”

“You just used the word cute.” She frowned teasingly, his lighter mood getting the best of her. “Did you find us china patterns?”

“That is a future date at the Alexandria farm market. I got us the best seafood.” He began to unpack the bags. “For starters, Agent Scully baked oysters.”

“An aphrodisiac, Mulder?”

He held up a finger to silence her. “Next, a course of shared soup, that is she-crab soup.” She laughed and hid her face. “Next, honestly I couldn’t decide between landlubbers and the sea, so a buffalo chicken wrap I think will heat up well tomorrow and a lovely scallop dinner…”

“I love scallops.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I got us a combo. Scallops and local shrimp with a salad and a baked potato. But, to answer your burning question, the reason why I took so long…” From his back pocket. She could hear the crinkling of a paper gift bag and he held out the mysterious wrapped package in the palm of his hand. “I saw this and immediately thought of you.”

“Mulder.”

With the food momentarily forgotten, she pulled off the paper and revealed a small velvet box. “You see, I can’t see you in another necklace than a cross or bracelets or rings but earrings...for sure.” She popped open the box and drew in a sharp breath. “Do you like them?”

“Mulder, these are beautiful.” She examined two fine little stud earrings with a sand dollars designed in the silver overlay. “Silver?”

“No, white gold.” He shrugged. “It was in this little kitschy shop run by a local artist who makes jewelry. I just thought.”

“I love them.” She awarded him with a kiss. “Thank you. In fact, I’ll put them on now just to show you.”

“You don’t have to. Besides, I know you well enough you will murder me first if I don’t feed you.”

“I am not that bad.” She closed the box and replied, “Thank you.”

“For what? Dinner or the earrings?”

“Everything.”

He pulled the plates and bowls down from the cabinet. Scully busied herself with fetching silverware and napkins, inwardly defeating the idea to tell Mulder about Skinner’s call until after dinner. He glanced out the window to the deck. “What about eating outside tonight?”

“Let’s eat at the breakfast island and then go outside. It was getting chilly while I was out there a while ago.”

He nodded and went to the radio in the living room. Mulder fiddled with the dial and settled on a classic rock station playing the Eagles. She set out dinner and he joined her. They silently sat next together over dinner. “So,” he asked, unsure of the silence, “what do you want to do tomorrow?”

She paused on the shrimp she was working on. “Skinner called while you were out,” she began. “Giving us an update. We got two SACs and field offices chasing this, along with Skinner, but no one has yet to confirm seeing Buckley aside from the fact they’ve flooded the airwaves with his picture. But there was an anonymous source that Krycek is involved.”

Mulder was quiet, cutting half of the baked potato. “Well, we both know the Smoker is involved. Morely’s were found on the site of his breakout.”

“I know,” she whispered. “He said he’ll update us again tomorrow and Skinner hasn’t ordered us back to Washington. Yet.”

“I sense a but coming, Scully.”

“But since we came down here, I can’t help but feel off or like we’re being watched or followed during all this.” She picked up her fork and dipped a scallop into the melted butter. “When we were at the lighthouse the other day…”

“You felt like we were being watched?”

She nodded, averting her gaze. “I know it doesn’t sound like me.”

“I trust your instincts, Scully.” He looked down at his own food. “And I got the same feeling too.”

“Our money would be gone.”

“But we would be safer.”

“As is our vacation.”

“Not necessarily.”

“I am not spending the rest of the two weeks we took off months in advance in an FBI safe house.”

“What would happen if we were closer for them to keep an eye on us? Skinner is in Norfolk right with the two SACs. Virginia Beach isn’t that far. I remember when we were there a few months ago hearing about Sandbridge. It was advertised to be like the Outer Banks without leaving Virginia. We could take the hit on the money and have the FBI pay for it.”

“Or get them to refund it and then pay for it. We’ve earned it at least.”

“I can’t agree more.” He sighed. “How do you want to play this, Scully.?”

“I want our vacation.”

“But?”

“I just can’t shake the feeling something is going to happen.”

Mulder rubbed his chin, forgetting he had melted butter all over his hands. She frowned and took a napkin, gently wiping it away. “Thanks. But back to your feelings,” he said. “I agree and have the same feeling.” He watched her reaction as she kept her face neutral like a poker player. “But I think we should consider our safety first.”

She nodded.

“What are you thinking,” he asked softly.

“That we can never catch a break. Let’s go outside after dinner and sit for a bit in the hammock. We can pack tomorrow after we call Skinner.” She sighed. “You know, I really was looking forward to having a real vacation with you.”

He nodded. “We can still have it,” he said.

“Can we? As I said, it feels like we can never catch a break.”

With the mood suddenly sourer, they both finished their meals and discarded the dishes. Scully hand-washed all the dishes they had been using, including the few sitting in the dishwasher. Mulder gathered a sweatshirt for her, two glasses, and the small bottle of aged rum he had purchased from them. She eyed the small liquor bottle. “I’m sorry, Mulder to be the downer of the party.”

He shook his head and walked over to her. He trapped her between the counter and his arms. She sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head against his chest. He smiled at her open display of affection. “You’re never the downer at a party.”

“I never told you about my first and last high school party.”

“Well, how about we part-tay outside to that hammock for one night and you can tell me. I’ll bring the booze.”

Scully chuckled. “What would my father say?”

“Hang and quarter him on the yardarm?”

“Aye,” she teased. She kissed him. “Help, I’ve been charmed by a pirate from New England who thought I was a mermaid.”

“That is terrible,” he whispered. They both smiled. “But more of an angel than a mermaid.”

“Let’s go outside. High tide was just coming in when I was out there earlier.”

Scully pulled on the sweatshirt he had brought her and the two glasses and the liquor bottle. Mulder followed behind her, turning out most of the lights as he did. She sat on the hammock like a big lounge chair and made room for him. She rocked it gently as Mulder eased himself next to her. “Let me do the swinging,” he told her. “My legs are longer.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

Scully poured them both a drink and held up his. She chinked the glasses together. “To our vacation being ruined.”

“Well, if it weren’t for the x-files, we wouldn’t be here and I don’t regret a second of it with you.”

“Fox Mulder the sentimental,” she whispered lovingly. Mulder wrapped his arm tightly around her and she chuckled. “I love you.”

He smiled and whispered, “Not a single second.” His long legs began to rock them. “We’re going to be okay.”

She nodded absently. She rested against his arm and listened to the ocean. “We’ll go back to Virginia tomorrow.”

“I’ll tell Skinner to make plans to keep us in Virginia Beach.”

“And get us a beach house. I’m not staying in a motel.”

“Won’t argue with that.”

She sighed. “Fucking Buckley.”

“Fucking Buckley,” he agreed.

“So, it’s settled?”

“Yes. I’ll make the call. Right now, let’s just enjoy the beach.”

He nodded and rocked the hammock with his long legs as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment with Mulder.

[thehuntyhunties]

AWTWIB expanded bits redux and 1am isn't a place for WIP game please! :D

eheh thank you for indulging me 😂 “AWTWIB” – short for Anywhere the Wind is Blowing – is technically what I call fantasy pirates AU, although I don’t use it officially as of yet. “expanded bits redux” is where I’m trying to put the snippets and notes I come up with while I’m reworking the plot of it. It’s all over the place and mostly unedited but here’s a good snippet:

The water was– wrong somehow, it seared into his skin like a fire jelly’s sting, knocking the breath from his body with its strangeness. Gon thrashed against the shock of it but the sailors were already gone, door slammed and locked behind them. They wouldn’t take any chances with him now, and – he hissed in frustration – that would make getting out that much harder.

“Gon?”

He whirled around. The human stared back at him, no trace of fear in his stunned expression despite being shackled in the hold with a pissed off siren for a new companion. 

Gon blinked. “Wait. Kurapika?”

They gaped at each other. And then they both burst out laughing.

“Of all the places...” Kurapika shook his head. “What will it take for us to meet in normal circumstances?”

“I think I’d worry if we did,” Gon said, grinning though the water stung him still. “What happened to you?”

Kurapika raised his manacled wrists. “Got stupid, got caught. It doesn’t matter. What happened to you?”

“Oh, the blood’s not mine.” 

“I figured as much,” Kurapika said. “It’s all over your mouth. I meant, how did you end up here?”

“False contract.” Gon shifted, trying to hold his gills out of the water. He didn’t want it burning him inside out, not until he figured out what they’d done to make it hurt. “The captain had the right flag up and everything, claimed they needed a new guide to navigate near Gorteau.”

Kurapika frowned. “And... you didn’t realize he was lying?” 

“Ah, no, I heard the lie,” Gon explained. “But... See, I wanted to know why he was lying to me.”

“Congratulations,” Kurapika said dryly. “It looks like you’ve found out.”

“1am isn’t a place, it’s an emotion” was my working title for a GaloLio fic I started last year in the haze of Promare hype. It’s based on something my junior year roommate claims I said to her one late night XD It got way out of control and it’s been hard for me to work on it (I pretty much haven’t touched it since December) so I don’t know if I’ll ever finish it... But here’s a bit I'm still fond of:

“I didn’t think you ever left the station. You have an apartment?”

“Only when the Captain forces me to, and only because he made me get one,” Galo complained, and Lio nodded, satisfied that the world still made sense. “Remi has one too for his days off. Well, and Aina too I guess, but I think it’s technically her sister’s? I don’t know the details. And it was only a half-day off, I was down in C sector this morning helping with the rebuild.” He very carefully avoided mentioning the spilled I-beams. “Do you want to come in?”

Lio hesitated. “Are you sure? Don’t you need to sleep?”

“Nah.” Lio threw him a confused look, and Galo shrugged. “I’m still too wired. It’s the same every time the Captain forces me to take a break. So, I’m glad you showed up – I think I’d go crazy if I was just tossing and turning alone.”

“You seem like that type,” Lio agreed. The atmosphere around him seemed to soften just a bit, or maybe Galo just thought that because he had smiled. “Alright.”

[mostcensored]

The redux of a failed system run on corrupted foreign policies and major lies is back in full swing.

The literal "Recycling Center" the White House has become is part of a bigger agenda to revert back to our old system of compartmentalized leadership with no intention of helping the nation.

Our future is being set up to harbor perpetual war, outrageous taxes, and a completely tanked economy while welcoming in thousands of undocumented non-citizens to an overflowing nation.

The Obama era being recycled and rebranded to help Sleepy Joe cover his tracks while we're thrown back into the failed Paris Climate Accord, Iran nuclear deal, and refunding of the World Health Organization are just a few of the backsteps we've taken but not the last.

We're being sucked dry AGAIN after surviving a fake crisis costing us a full year filled with sensationalism, medical propaganda, and a fake illness thats being fed to us to continue the fear based control we're under.

The inherited catastrophe we had rid ourselves of has now been reinstated for a new false flag to take place.

Keeping us inslaved and subservient to foreign terrorists and socialist controlling our current muppet seemed to be the plan all along.

The cooperation with the CCP and Iran over trade and nuclear deals is an out right slap in the face showing the nation were sleeping with the enemy again at the expense of every American still breathing.

Disregarding all the planned terrorism and human rights violations that are ongoing from both countries Biden has once again steered us into the crosshairs of destruction from all directions.

You just can't teach an old DOG new tricks.

[hellyeahomeland]

How about explaining all of the episode’s titles? Would you? Maybe one a day/week.

“Ok, here we go. This is only from memory and if any of this is wrong or contains typos please don’t @ me I didn’t edit! 

Season one:

“Pilot: twas the pilot! 

“Grace”: Brody prays at the end 

“Clean Skin”: I think this is because Nazir lets Brody take a bath

“Semper I”: it’s a play on “Semper Fi” which is short for “Semper Fidelis” which is a Marine motto which means “always faithful”

“Blind Spot”: Carrie thinks Brody uses the blind spot in the safe house to slip Hamid the razor blade plus her growing attraction for him is kind of her blind spot!! 

“The Good Soldier”: almost undoubtedly a reference to a novel about a love triangle between a woman and two soldiers

“The Weekend”: because it’s THE weekend, duh

“Achilles Heel”: Saul’s Achilles heel is that he always answers when work calls, Tom Walker’s is that he loves his wife and kids… Carrie’s is literally every aspect of her existence

“Crossfire”: Issa gets stuck in the crossfire

“Representative Brody”: it’s the episode where Brody decides to run for Congress lol

“The Vest”: Brody tries on a vest! 

“Marine One”: *FORGET ABOUT BEFORE, THIS IS NOW. I SAW THEM! WHO? BRODY… THEY HUSTLED IT RIGHT THROUGH THE METAL DIRECTORS ALONG WITH THE VICE PRESIDENT. DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU’RE SAYING. YES. HE’S PLANNING ON TAKING THEM ALL OUT. THAT IS WHAT’S COMING. WE’VE BEEN HEARING CHATTER FOR DAYS NOW, MARINE ONE, MARINE TWO. IT’S NOT THE PRESIDENT’S HELICOPTER. IT’S ACTUAL MARINES. BRODY. AND WALKER. THEY ARE MARINE ONE AND MARINE TWO THEY’RE WORKING TOGETHER THEY MUST BE.  **transcribed verbatim from memory

Season two: 

“The Smile”: CARRIE FUCKING SMILES FOR FUCKING ONCE

“Beirut Is Back”: I could have sworn that there was a tourism campaign for the city of Beirut and this was the slogan but now I can find no evidence of that online

“State of Independence”: idk if this is a reference to the Donna Summers song or just a reference to Carrie being on her own again

“New Car Smell”: Brody gets a car wash to get rid of the odor of tobacco and murder

“Q&A”: Carrie asks some questions

“A Gettysburg Address”: play on words with Abraham Lincoln’s speech and the fact that Quinn & Co. literally go to a physical address in Gettysburg

“The Clearing”: I think this has multiple meanings: Carrie meets Brody in the clearing in the woods, Dana clears her conscience, Brody attempts to clear his

“I’ll Fly Away”: a reference to the 90s TV show that Henry Bromell (and, hi! Barbara Hall!) both wrote on but a more literal reference to Brody being whisked away on a helicopter at the end (lmao s2 is wild)

“Two Hats”: so many people wearing hats in this episode!! 

“Broken Hearts”: lulz Walden’s breaks at the end 

“In Memoriam”: because Nazir dies (fact: this episode was originally titled “The Motherfucker in the Turban” but was changed last minute, thank god)

“The Choice”: Carrie must choose between red and white wine JUST KIDDING IS ANYONE STILL READING THIS???

Season three: 

“Tin Man Is Down”: someone says this during the weird Wizard of Oz op

“Uh… Oh… Aw”: phonetically it sounds like “fuck… you… saul” if you were drugged out on thorazine

“Tower of David”: Brody’s residence 

“Game On”: because it’s when Carrie and Saul’s spy-came-in-from-the-cold operation is revealed 

“The Yoga Play”: it’s Carrie’s very unoriginal name for an espionage scheme in which a lady with blonde hair attends a yoga class in her place

“Still Positive”: Carrie takes a 47th pregnancy test and is still positive #scarredforlife

“Gerontion”: ugh this is a poem I don’t know more go find Jacob Clifton’s TWoP recap

“A Red Wheelbarrow”: Carrie texts this to the Franklin man, it’s like spy code for “i’m the one answering this not some other dude” 

“One Last Thing”: Saul to Brody: “you will do this one last thing” (literally though!) 

“Good Night”: more spy code. I think it means “we’re fucked!”?

“Big Man in Tehran”: Brody becomes one of these when he denounces America for terrorism! (but only for show!)

“The Star”: probs dual meaning and allusion to the literal star Carrie draws and Damian Lewis’ stature on the show

Season four:

“The Drone Queen”: we stan one! 

“Trylon and Perisphere”: a reference to the two structures at the World’s Fair and I can’t remember where I read this but I think it’s a reference to Quinn and the Landlady which is 100% horrific and offensive 

“Shalwar Kameez”: this is the national dress of Pakistan but beyond that I got nothing

“Iron in the Fire”: Carrie says this about Aayan

“About a Boy”: think this is not a reference to the book/film but rather just to Carrie trying to figure out Aayan’s dealio

“From A to B and Back Again”: possibly a reference to the circular nature of the episode? They go from thinking they’ve got Haqqani to being back at square one by episode’s end 

“Redux”: Carrie hallucinates Brody

“Halfway to a Donut”: Duck says this about some pastry. Like 4.06, they think they’ve got Saul and end up back to zero (donut)

“There’s Something Else Going On”: well there was!! 

“13 Hours in Islamabad”: reference to the Benghazi attacks, which the episode basically lifts from directly and which also lasted ~13 hours

“Krieg Nicht Lieb”: Carrie meets a German spy woman! This means “war not love” (not perfectly translated), so an ironic take on “love not war”

“Long Time Coming”: Carrie and Quinn finally have sex!!!!!!! (just seeing if anyone is still reading this)

Season five: 

“Separation Anxiety”: I think this a meta reference to the time jump and also to Carrie’s anxieties about being out of the CIA but back in that world

“The Tradition of Hospitality”: I believe this is a reference to Carrie + Otto being guests at the UN refugee camp and how… un-hospitably that trip ends

“Super Powers”: Carrie believes she has super powers when she’s off her meds

“Why Is This Night Different”: these words at said at Passover seder, which starts out the episode 

“Better Call Saul”: horrifically embarrassing title that is a reference to Carrie calling Saul as well as the Breaking Bad spinoff starring Bob Odenkirk

“Parabiosis”: I honestly don’t know. It’s a scientific term and I haven’t rewatched those middle season five episodes since they aired and also don’t care to! 

“Oriole”: this was Carrie’s code name with one of her assets in Iraq

“All About Allison”: this episode centers on our Lord and Savior Allison Carr, Queen of Online Handbag Shopping! 

“The Litvinov Ruse”: I think this describes the trick they played on Allison thinking she was blown when she wasn’t 

“New Normal”: some military or CIA person says this about ISIS or Russia and Quinn being gassed 

“Our Man in Damascus”: this is the title of a book about a man who infiltrates a foreign government at the highest levels so I’m pretty sure it’s a reference to Allison 

“A False Glimmer”: lifted straight from Quinn’s letter! 

Season six: 

“Fair Game”: was surely sad by Keane or Dar or Saul or someone else about something (sorry, haven’t rewatched these episodes either)

“The Man in the Basement”: it’s where Quinn threw that mug at Carrie

“The Covenant”: believe this is a reference to the scene with Saul and his sister and Palestine/Israel

“A Flash of Light”: Etai says* this to Saul: “And the question I keep asking myself is this-- should we [the Jewish people] pack up and leave before it's too late? All eight million of us? Should we go back to the ghettos of Europe and Asia and wait for the next pogrom? Or just pray it doesn't happen here first, in a flash of light?” *not recited from memory

“Casus Belli”: apparently this was the actual name of meat face?? The phrase actually means a justification for war, so...

“The Return”: isn’t the episode where Javadi comes back?

“Imminent Risk”: Carrie is this to Franny and Quinn is this to.... himself?

“alt.truth”: I think this was someone’s sock puppet handle or website name or something? Idk it was about online trolls I think

“Sock Puppets”: Max finds ‘em! 

“The Flag House”: the house where meat face lives has a flag out front

“R is for Romeo”: there was an R on the white board at the flag house which I think meant eastern time?? It was spy code I can’t remember!! 

“America First”: term that used to mean non-interventionist policy but has been today co-opted by the American right to mean that we gotta put America ahead of all other interests (moral, humane, rational, etc.) because... AMERICA!!! Typically used to justify fascist policies

Season seven: 

“Enemy of the State”: Carrie’s power of bun have put her in the crosshairs (is anyone still reading this?) 

“Rebel Rebel”: I remember this being a play on words and it’s a verb, not a noun. Said by those gun crazies with Brett O’Keefe.

“Standoff”: Saul and O’Keefe

“Like Bad at Things”: definition for “incompetent.” Said by Carl, who deserves a Best Supporting Actor Emmy

“Active Measures”: term for actions taken by Russia to undermine America

“Species Jump”: another science term to describe the jumping of a pathogen from one host to another... I’m thinking this might be Carrie understanding who Dante really was but it’s a Chip Johannessen title so anything is possible

“Andante”: it’s how Carrie ends the episode! (that is a joke and it is 100% another meaning for the title but it also refers to a moderately slow tempo which is basically this episode’s structure until, y’know, the ending!) 

“Lies, Amplifiers, Fucking Twitter”: it’s one half of a haiku Carrie is writing 

“Useful Idiot”: see: picture of Carrie in a PowerPoint presentation

“Clarity”: Carrie gets it (kinda)

“All In”: what Carrie must convince Saul she is for the 650th time because Saul remains trash

“Paean to the People”: a reference to Keane’s speech

[heyredux]

Hey Aiden, how did you and Redux meet each other?

Aidenlooked up from his newspaper at the front desk, a bit of an oddquestion though certainly not the first time he had gotten it, mostpeople were rather curious if Redux was adopted or not. Aidennow folded up his paper, it felt like the polite thing to do, to givehis customer all of his attention as his mind drifted back to anothertime. How long had it been since he first met Redux...13 years if heremembered correctly and that night he felt like his memory wascrystal clear.He just couldn’t forget the child hefound behind his shop when he was taking the trash out. The smallthing cowering where he thought he was safe, away from public, awayfrom his worries and fears.Aiden remembered that healmost instantly realized that something was wrong about the child,past the obvious red flags of abuse laced across the childsskin. It took not even a second to decide that he wouldtake the boy in, but took hours to gain Redux’s trust. Heremembered shutting down the shop early that night. Hestayed up through the night, to make sure that he was their if everneeded.For awhile Aiden waited for someone to come forthe child, for some sort of missing persons poster or ad to go up.For months he thought of going to the police with the child but forsome reason he didn’t and instead took off more days from work totry and raise the child. He taught Redux what he thought he needed,having to enter online classes to refresh his mind on lessons past,outdated knowledge needed updating.Yearslater the boy finally picked a name he was comfortable with, Aidenspent a small fortune and then some to get the boy a new SS, an IDand false adoption papers anda fake highschool deploma.Anevent in itself that tookmonths,money and sketchy connections but it was worth it to ‘legally’have Redux as his son.Aidensmiled peacefully as he leaned forward, elbows rested on the counter,his voice filled with warmth, and pride.“Ah met Redux’syears ago, atan orphanage.Couldn’t scoop that child up fast enough.”Whathappened that night and the months, years,after wasn’t for the world to know. There was too much there, andhe felt it wasn’t his place to whisper a part of his boys lifeRedux wasn’t happy with. Only Redux could tell that tale, and noone else.Sometimes he was surprised though, that he neverhad a wisp of trouble from the boy’s old family. No one everstepped up to claim Redux as their own, this always left a nastytaste in the man’s mouth and a sinking feeling of dread in hisstomach for what was, and what could be in his son’s life.Buthe’d be damned if he would ever let any harm come to Redux. Bloodor not, that was his son and he was willing to fight for him.

[greekowl87]

False Flags - Ghost Ship 6/?

A/N: I know this isn’t my most popular work but it is one close to my heart that I continue to work on even when real life and chaos reign supreme. I thank you for anyone who still takes a moment to read it and/or supports this endeavor. Finally got chapter six done. Chapter seven is underway and being formulated.

For those that need to catch up...The First Fic: (False Flags Redux) | Ghost Ship: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) or if AO3 is your thing, you’ve got your choices. Sorry for any grammar or issues of that nature. No beta, I suck at editing on the computer, and Grammarly only does so much. I still hope you enjoy it. Tagging: @today-in-fic, @improlificinsarcasm,  @baronessblixen, and @suitablyaggrieved

Buckley sat by the window of the hotel room carelessly spinning an unloaded Colt 1911 on the small table the motel staff had placed in the double room. Across the room, Alex Krychek groaned in annoyance and turned up the volume on the television with his one good arm. Buckley snorted and continued to spin the pistol. “Will you stop that!” Krychek shouted angrily. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Am I? Good, Alexi.”

“Stop calling me that! I don’t know what the old man sees in you. Enlisting your help a second time? You screwed up and got caught last time.”

“And I got shot by Mulder too but the tip came from an anonymous informant. Besides, shouldn’t you be doing something useful. Like getting us dinner or something.”

Krychek shuddered. “And I lost a goddamn arm thanks to Mulder and I’m not complaining. God, don’t you ever shut up? I’m not your servant so stop bothering me. I’m not supposed to let you out of myself or else god forbid you to go rogue.”

“Why worry?”

“I’ve seen your work,” Krycek huffed. He thought about the file folder and the gruesome pictures he had seen. It reminded him of Jack the Ripper, especially when Mulder and Scully had caught him during his last crime spree. “You’re fucking insane.”

“I used to be a gangster from the 1920s.” He replied. His voice took on a Chicago accent briefly. 

‘That’s where I learned all that.”

“You really are insane. Bipolar. Order a pizza or something if you’re so damn hungry. The phone book is right there.”

Buckley chuckled and continued to stare on the window, spinning the pistol.

****************

They slept through the night but that didn’t do anything to calm one agent’s nerves. The ocean pounded the sandbars only matched Scully’s racing heart. Mulder sipped his coffee and leaned against the counter. “Scully, you’re pacing,” Mulder quipped from the couch.

“I feel like a prisoner here,” she answered. She looked around at the ocean-inspired theme and shook her head. “It feels irreverent like Arcadia did.”  She crossed her arms and looked at Mulder. “Don’t you feel the same? We can’t leave.”

“I don’t remember anyone saying that. Skinner didn’t say that. We’re free to come and go as we please. It isn’t like Skinner has placed us in protective custody and he’s standing in the corner watching our every move. We have our weapons. We’re trained, federal agents. We’re okay.”

She shook her head in frustration. “I have the worst feeling growing in the back of my mind. He’s closer than they think he is.” She scratched the back of her neck and Mulder got from the couch to catch her hand. “What?”

“It’s not the chip,” he answered quickly. “This isn’t like Ruskin Dam. This isn’t the Syndicate coming after us. This is just old fashioned…” He sighed, unable to find the word. His fingers caressed the back of her neck gently. “It’s just our past coming back to haunt us. Quite literally. In the physical form of a sociopath.”

“You should have killed the bastard when you had the chance,” she replied. Scully relaxed into his touch and closed her eyes. “Might have saved us this headache.”

“You are the better shot between the two of us. Sorry. Couldn’t kill Model, couldn’t kill Buckley even at close range. But you, my kick-ass G-woman can shot a Sig Sauer P-226 with the precision of a surgeon and still take out and heal with the same ability. Maybe I should just give you my own weapon.”

Scully smiled ruefully and leaned into the shoulder she had shot years before. Mulder laughed and held her close. She took a deep breath and looked up to him and said, “I imagined our time down here filled with doing the tourist traps, relaxing with you on the beach, and just having fun.”

“We still can. The Bodie Lighthouse isn’t that far. Neither is Roanoke Island. Let’s go there. Check out the history. Maybe we can solve the case of the missing colony.”

“They’re national parks.”

“And we’re federal agents. We’ll be fine.” He gave her a weak smile. “Let’s do the lighthouse today. We can spend tomorrow on Manteo and have some dinner or something.”

“Mulder…”

“It’s better than seeing you pace back and forth. It’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” she conceded. “Anything is better than just being stressed.”

“I know you hate flying but are you afraid of heights?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“Have you ever been up in a lighthouse?”

“Surprisingly, no.”

“Really? Coming from the woman who loves the seas.” Mulder grinned. “You’re going to love it.”

*********************

The FBI partners gathered their weapons and badges to hide them discreetly among their clothes. They grabbed Scully’s purse, locked their beach house, and went down to Mulder’s car. He hated seeing Scully like this and knew that this trip would be just the thing. They made the drive down NC-12 to Cape Hatteras National Park chatting silently with one another. When they arrived at the fork for Cape Hatteras National Park, he took the right back down the highway. After a short distance, he turned left down a small paved road where Bodie Island Lighthouse was. Mulder pulled their car in the small gravel parking lot and smiled at Scully. “Well?”

She leaned forward to look out of the windshield. The black and white striped lighthouse stood off in the distance with the white lightkeeper’s house nearby. “It’s quaint,” she smiled. “Very tucked away. I’d imagine you might be used to up in New England.”

“I’ve seen a few.

“It has a history as well.”

“I bet it does.” 

They climbed out of the car and Mulder was surprised when Scully openly took his hand and led him towards the Lightkeeper’s House, which served as the gift shop and the National Park Service’s Office. As if she had been there before, she knew right where everything was. Mulder became interested in some of the lighthouse knick-knacks as she purchased two tickets to climb the lighthouse. “Got those tickets to the stairway to heaven, Scully?”

“Hahaha,” she smiled. Much to this delight, she took his arm as they ventured back outside to a bench near the lighthouse to wait for the next tour. She guided him to sit with her on the bench overlooking the lighthouse. “I should really purchase a camera for this trip.”

“We can buy a postcard.”

“I’m talking about us.” She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Why do you have to be difficult?”

“Because I love it when you say, ‘You’re crazy, Mulder.’  Besides, who needs a camera when you have a photographic memory?” He tapped his temple. “All our recent memory making…”

She laughed and it lifted Mulder’s spirit. Despite having a reincarnated her ex-husband murderer who happened to be a serial killer in this life hunting down them while they were on their first vacation as a couple, he was so happy to hear her laughter. She smiled and rested her head against the bicep. She closed her eyes sleepily. “What do you say to about taking a nap in the hammock we have on the deck when we get home?”

“Despite the threat of…”

“Ssshhh. But yes.”

“As long as we pick up dinner along the way. Are you in the mood for seafood?”

“What about some Carolina BBQ?”

“I like you in a vacation mood. Why can’t you be more open to greasy foods when we’re in the field?”

“Vacation. There’s a difference,” she laughed.

Mulder watched a park ranger walk past them, calling, “All those for tickets for the 12:00 lighthouse tour line up behind me.”

“That’s us,” Scully whispered.

“Do you have to be first at everything?”

“I have to remind you who is the boss in this relationship. Tell me, Walking History Textbook, what is special about this lighthouse?”

“I remember,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head, “trying to blow it up with the retreating troops but I got orders to report to Norfolk instead.”

She chuckled. “Fucking past lives but then again, I have those to thank for my better sex life.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Shut up.” Her eyes opened and she tugged on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“This salt air is doing wonders for your spirit,” he remarked.

“Maybe it’s the company more.”

Mulder smiled and kissed her forehead lovingly. She walked together to the front of the lighthouse where others were lining up in front of a park ranger. The woman park ranger smiled and waved people closer. “Gather around everyone. First, a few rules before we go up. The stairs in this lighthouse aren’t like the ones at Cape Hatteras. Only one person at a time can be on them, going up or going down in either direction. You can have multiple people on the landings,” the park ranger explained. “Now that we have that out of the way, can anyone tell me about the lighthouse?”

The tour group was met with silence as the park ranger started to talk about a mini-history lesson about Congress approving the lighthouse and its history from the Civil War to the present. As the park ranger concluded her mini-speech, she stepped back and motioned for everyone to begin their journey upwards. Mulder and Scully were in the middle of the group and took a moment to take in the moment all around them. Other tourists, the lovely March weather, and Scully in sunglasses smiling and laughing with her arm wrapped through his. It was so nice to see you here relaxed and happy.

“Are you happy?” Mulder whispered to her.

“Yes,” she answered. 

That was all he needed at that moment. He really should have bought a disposable camera to capture this moment. As they climbed the lighthouse in a single file line, he was entranced by the magic of the moment. They paused periodically on each landing, overlooking various aspects of the horizon. The salt marshes and sounds of the Ocean on the other end. The Atlantic on the other side. Scully laughing. Eventually, they reached the top, the wind whipped Scully’s hair.

She gripped the railings of Bodie Lighthouse and leaned over to look at the people below. Mulder’s hand rested lightly on her back and he whispered, “What a view huh?”

“Hey, mister!”

A young kid’s voice caught both of them off guard and as they turned they saw a young boy with a brand new Polaroid camera. He smiled, speaking loudly over the wind. “I’ll take three pictures of you for five bucks.”

“Try three,” Mulder haggled, getting into the spirit.

“Two dollars includes on the spot printing. Memories last forever.”

“You sound like a Hallmark commercial.”

“Mom lets me watch a lot of tv. What do you say? Five dollars for three pictures?”

“What do you say, Scully?”

She nodded and smiled. The kid smiled and raised his camera. He took a series of three shots. One of them both overlooking the railing out to the Atlantic sea, second of them together smiling for the camera, and an unscripted kiss that briefly turned passionate, all of which was captured on the kid’s camera. Scully broke away, her cheeks flushed as she smiled. Mulder dug through his jean’s pockets until he produced a crumpled five-dollar bill. He exchanged it as Scully still took the still-developing photos.

Scully waved the photos in the sea air in a vain attempt to get them to develop quicker. She briefly flashed back to when she found that picture of them in the library archives in Newport News months ago from 1863. But there was something else that bloomed up inside of her; pride love, tenderness, devotion. Finally, something to memorialize and immortalize this moment now. She eyed the top image of them kissing with affection. Mulder was saying something before he returned to her.

“How did they turn out?”

“The kid has an eye for photography?” She answered.

They both gripped the photos to keep them from flying away in the sea breeze. “The Gunmen can make copies of these,” he whispered into her ear. “We can put one down into the basement and make Skinner jealous.”

“Or we can keep the copies for ourselves,” she answered. She rested her head against his chest; the sea breeze was in one ear with echoes of eternity from the Atlantic and his heartbeat was steady with promises of the future. “We need to buy a camera.”

“I can agree with that.” They watched the pictures develop on top of the lighthouse as they stood close to each other and as another momentarily in the winds of their entwined existence became immortalized once again on film. Scully felt relaxed and, for once, at peace. “Let me put those pictures in my purse,” she whispered softly.

Mulder gladly obliged and she carefully tucked away their pictures. They stood together, admiring the 360 panorama view that Bodie Lighthouse gave. After a while, they descended the staircase back down to the ground. Scully took his hand in public, unafraid who was watching and dragged Mulder to the gift shop. As he enjoyed the moment of this rare display of public affection, Mulder had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that disappeared when Scully’s lips met his.

********************

Buckley sat in the farthest car from the lighthouse, looking through his binoculars. Krychek sat next to him and asked, “Is it them?”

“Yep,” the other man replied. “Just like I told you.”

********************

Mulder looked at the Polaroids that had been taken at the lighthouse that day. He could only imagine the film on the disposable camera and how wonderful the shots were going to be. He and Scully laughing, posing together as a couple framed by the lighthouse and the Atlantic Ocean. The little kids who had charged them five dollars for the pictures were ruthless but he finally had some proof of their happiness in this life. He contemplated calling upon the Gunmen to use their technological magic to digitize the photos but that would be for another day. He had been relatively low profile with his relationship with Scully over the past three months and he did not want to push it unless she was okay with it.

“Hey, Scully,” he called, “when do you think we should tell your mom?”

“About what, Mulder?”

“Us,” he replied.

From the kitchen island, Scully was curled up on the couch with a blanket watching ‘Dharma and Greg’ and not really paying attention to him. She rested her arm on the back of the couch and twisted to look at him. “What aspect of us?”

“Well,” Mulder began, setting the photos down, “the change in our relationship for starters.”

“Or the IVF?”

“I wasn’t going to go there.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he admitted. He set the pictures aside and joined her on the couch. “I’ve just been thinking lately.”

“Well, I feel like there’s been a lot of that going around,” she said. Mulder unfurled her legs and rested her feet in his lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I’m not really thinking.”

“Or maybe you’re just too busy thinking. Are you thinking about the IVF?”

“I would want to try again if you are willing too.”

“I still want to think about it,” she replied.

He lightly massaged her feet and she hummed in approval. “I can’t believe how sore my feet are from climbing all those stairs.”

“It’s not like you aren’t used to all work. You’re the FBI equivalent of Wonder Women running in high heels.”

“I appreciate the compliant, Mulder, but if you remember, I decided to wear flip-flops that have no support.”

“Well, where else could you get weather nice enough to wear flip flops in March?”

She giggled as he got a particular ticklish area. “Only in Nags Head.”  She nodded to the show that was on. “So, I caught this the first time when I was in San Diego. Have you ever heard of it?”

“What is it?”

“The show’s called ‘Dharma and Greg.’”

“I believe I have,” he said. “Some flower child marries a lawyer and chaos ensues when they decide to marry on the first date. So which one am I? Dharma or Greg?”

“Dharma,” she answered. “But opposites attract and make us better for it. Wouldn’t you agree, Mulder?”

He chuckled. “I might be inclined to. Do you want to keep it on this or find some nature documentary?”

“I like that and this version of Domestic Scully.”

“Did you lock the doors downstairs?”

“Yes,” he answered, “and I triple checked all the locks and windows. The only window that will be open is the one to our bedroom on the third floor.”

“And our weapons?”

“In the bedroom on the nightstands.”

She relaxed and nodded in approval. She withdrew her feet and switched her sitting position. She lounged against Mulder, wrapping his arms securely around her, and they enjoyed the rest of the comedy sitcom. He smiled into her arm and pressed a kiss, solidifying this moment in his memory. Even though there was a psycho that might be trying to kill them, he was the happiest he had been in a long time.

***********************

Mulder and. Scully had retired after television for a few more hours of watching prime time sitcoms. Scully disappeared into their bedroom and he did a quick lap around the beach house to check all their locks. By the time he got back up to their third-floor bedroom, he could hear the water running in the master bathroom.

“Mulder,” Scully called through the partially closed door. “Did you get everything you needed to do done?”

He could hear the partially slurred speech. “Is that wine I smell?” He dare not open the door. While this vacation had stress from fear of a psycho, it was bringing out sides of Scully he had only dreamed of and seen in one other lifetime. “Scully?”

“Hmm.” She giggled. “Maybe. Come join me, Mulder.”

“Where did you get the wine?”

He was already taking off his shirt and Scully’s laughter was causing his blood to boil in anticipation. “I snuck it in our last shopping trip,” she replied. She was giggling again. “Mulder, come on. There are still bubbles.”

Bubbles. “Aw, Scully.”

He pushed the door open slightly and saw her hair clipped back and a coffee mug in her hand. Most of her were covered by the bubbles from the jacuzzi so all that he saw was the one bare leg perched near the faucet. “Scully…” he crooned.

“What? Go grab yourself a coffee mug and bring the bottle with you!” She was smiling. Even though they decided to take their relationship to a new level, this still seemed so uncharacteristic of her. “Come on, Mulder. We’re on vacation.”

“I know we are,” he answered. He chose his next words carefully. “Weren’t you the one earlier who was concerned about our safety?”

“I’m not letting them get to me. Us. I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

“About telling your mom?”

“No. I want to try again when we get back to D.C.”

Mulder smiled and his concerns momentarily forgotten. “I’ll be right back.”

He went to the fridge, grabbed the open bottle, and a coffee mug from the fridge. She was smiling coyly at him. He topped off her coffee mug and shucked his jeans. In one fluid movement, he slid behind her and coiled his arms around her. “It’s a good thing you’re so small,” he teased. He kissed his favorite spot behind her ear. “Or else this w

Scully lounged back into him. “I’ve been dreaming,” she whispered to him softly. She sipped the wine-filled coffee mug. “Don’t worry, it’s not any new past lives or anything.”

“I’m glad?”

She heard the question in his voice. “I am just thinking about this life and the last. Us. What could have been.”

Scully was always amazed how well they just worked together, either spiritually, or as she had discovered lately, physically as well. She sipped her wine. “Now or then,” he asked.

“Then. I still have a hard time believing it was real, Mulder.”

Together, they entwined their hands and caressed her flattened abdomen. He nuzzled her neck and closed his eyes. They both could remember those memories for the early 1860s, the joy of their unborn child, laying together, and dreaming about the future. “It was,” he replied. “And I don’t know how this whole past life thing works but we’ve been given a second chance.”

“By remembering?”

She turned her head in question and Mulder found her lips. “We’ll have that again.”

“Your faith is grounding.”

“Did you enjoy the lighthouse today?” He asked, changing the subject. “I was thinking why not tour all them? We can drive back down to Cape Hatteras and climb the lighthouse there. Or drive an hour or so up to Corolla and climb the Currituck Lighthouse. And there are the ferries...Ocracoke, Knotts Island…”

“One day at a time, Mulder,” she laughed. “Today was Bodie Lighthouse. Tomorrow is Manteo. Tonight is this.”

“So,” he paused, setting aside both of the wine mugs. “Do you want to try to experiment and push the bounds of this fancy bathtub?”

“I bet you’re more effective than those water jets,” she challenged.

Mulder smiled and kissed her deeply. “I’ll get you to relax on this vacation.”

Scully just deepened the kiss and pulled him closer.

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Further up the barrier islands in Duck, North Carolina, Franklin Buckley, and Alex Krycek were at a small pizzeria. Over shared slices and bad beer, they talked. “I still don’t get it,” Krycek started. “Why is this so fucking important to you? Mulder is no one.”

“Your boss is interested in them.”

“And this somehow makes you the best choice?”

“Alexi…”

“Alex.”

“Alex.” Buckley grinned. “Have you ever wanted revenge so badly that you would do anything? Take back what is rightfully yours?”

Krychek grew quiet. “I have.”

“Then this is no different. It’s all a matter of waiting. Are you going to finish that pizza?”

“No.” Krycek was distracted. “Go ahead.”

“Must suck having one arm but I’ll tell you, this pizza is better than anything than they served in the joint.”

“What’s your plan?”

“You’ll see. In the meantime, it is all the matter of waiting and seeing.”

[godsheadangel]

📖📖📖📖📖 JOHN 1: 32-33 KJV📖📖📖📖📖

AND JOHN BARE RECORD, SAYING, I SAW THE SPIRIT💫DESCENDING FROM HEAVEN LIKE A DOVE, AND IT ABODE ABOVE HIM.

AND I KNEW HIM NOT: BUT HE THAT SENT ME TO BAPTIZE WITH WATER🌊THE SAME SAID UNTO ME, UPON WHOM THOU SHALT SEE THE SPIRIT💫DESCENDING, AND REMAINING ON HIM, THE SAME IS HE WHICH BAPTISETH WITH THE HOLY💫SPIRIT

#1 THE BAPTISM OF CHRIST✝

PAINTED IN 1710 AERT DE GELDER✝

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#2. THE MIRACLE OF THE SNOW

MASOLINO DA PANICALE IN 1400

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#3. PAINTED IN THE 15TH CENTURY

THE MADONNA WITH SAINT GIOVANNINO

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#4. THE CRUCIFIXION PAINTED IN YEAR 1350

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📖📖📖📖📖 LUKE 1:34-36 KJV 📖📖📖📖📖

THEN SAID MARY UNTO THE ANGEL, HOW SHALL THIS BE, SEEING I KNOW NOT A MAN?

AND THE ANGEL ANSWERED AND SAID UNTO HER, THE HOLY💫GHOST💫SHALL COME UPON THEE, AND THE POWER OF THE HIGHEST SHALL OVERSHADOW THEE; THEREFORE ALSO THAT HOLY💫THING WHICH SHALL BE BORN OF THEE SHALL BE CALLED THE SON✝ OF GOD✝

#5. THE ANNUNCIATION

PAINTED BY CARLO CRIVELLI IN YEAR 1486

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📖📖📖📖📖[DANIEL 7:9 KJV]📖📖📖📖📖

I BEHELD TO THE THRONES WERE CAST DOWN, AND THE ANCIENT OF DAYS🌅DID SIT WHOSE GARMENT WAS WHITE AS SNOW AND THE HAIR OF HIS HEAD LIKE THE PURE [WOOL:] HIS THRONE LIKE THE FIERY🔥 FLAME, AND HIS WHEELS AS BURNING FIRE.

#6. GLORIFICATION OF THE EUCHARIST

👁GOD💫HIMSELF IS PICTURED ON THE RIGHT SIDE [HIS IMAGE INCORRECT] BUT NONE THE LESS THIS HAPPENED AS IT WAS [FORETOLD TO PROPHETS] IT IS SO ENOCH✝ WHO GRACED 👁GOD💫ON THE LEFT SIDE WITH [HIS✝ BLESSED✝ PRESENCE] FOR OUR 👁GOD💫[DID SO DELIGHT IN HIM✝ SO!!!]

LET TRUTH REALITY BE FOREVER KNOWN!!!

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#7. THE MAGNIFICAT

PAINTED IN THE 15TH CENTURY

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#8. THE CRUCIFIXION OF CHRIST✝

PAINTED IN THE 17TH CENTURY

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#9. BACCHUS AND ARIADNE

BY LUCA GIORDANO 16TH CENTURY

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#10. ANNALES LAURISSEN 12TH CENTURY

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GODSAYS💫IT IS REAL DEMONS👹IN FLESH WHO IN [ANCIENT TIMES CENTURIES AGO] WHO DID SO GO AGAINST ME, THY 👁GOD💫

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AND IT IS SO REAL DEMONS👹IN [FLESH] WHO NOW GO AGAINST ME, THY 👁GOD💫

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MANY [EVANGELICALS IN THE DEEP SOUTH] OF AMERICA��🇸CLAIMING TO THEIR MANY EAGER CHURCH MEMBERS THAT THERE IS [NO CONNECTION BETWEEN HOLY💫SPIRIT] AND WHAT [MANKIND CALLS UFO'S] WHICH IS, AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY ANGELS👽WHOM COME IN MANY FORMS, I SPEAK IT!!!

👉LOOK UPON THESE ANCIENT PAINTINGS🙏LET YOUR OWN 💫SPIRIT💫GUIDE YOU🙏👉GET THEE, AND THY FAMILIES FAR AWAY🙏FROM THESE FALSE ONES MISLEADING👉WITH FALSEHOODS FOR SURELY THIS IS 🙏YOUR WARNING MY CREATED CHILDREN

🌄THE SIGNS HAVE BEEN LEFT FOR YOU🌄▶WHERE IS YOUR BELIEF IN ME? THY GOD

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SURELY, [TRUTH REALITY] OF SIGHTINGS OF MY ANGELS😇HAVE BEEN WITNESSED FOR MANY CENTURIES YET THEY ARE HIDDEN IN 👉MUSEUMS AND CHURCHES⛪AND ART👈 👉COLLECTORS HOMES MANY STOLEN👈 [SO PASSED AROUND AND LIED UPON!!!]

IT SICKENS ME, I AM HE, THY LIVING GOD💫TO WATCH [MY CREATED CHILDREN] TRULY MISLEAD BY THESE FALSEHOODS TOLD BY THESE SPIRITLESS, WHO CLAIM TO BE SO CONNECTED TO ME, [THIS IS A GREAT LIE]

THEY PROPHECY TO YOU FROM THEIR EVIL PULPITS DENYING YOU [TRUTH REALITY!!!]

[PREACHING AND LECTURING] THAT THE ONE KNOWN IN HOLY💫HEAVEN ABOVE💫

AND HELL🔥ITSELF AS DEMONTRUMP👹IS NOT WHO MY ANGEL BROTHER AND MANY ANGEL MESSENGERS OF MY HOLY💫WORD HAVE SPOKEN HIM👹 TRUTH TO BE,

BUT HE👹IS SO, WHOM I AM HE✝ I SPEAK IT OF WHO LEADS MANY DEMONS👹IN FLESH WHO IN TURN [DO HIS BIDDING TO] TO KEEP THE MANY SPIRITUALLY💫SLEEPING ONE'S IN HIS👹DEMON FLOCK!!!

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[REAL PROOF] OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY CHANGE WAS GIVEN IN THE YEAR OF 2000

WHEN THE EVIL👹 LEADERSHIP TURNED TO SATAN👹HIMSELF AS THEY TURNED THE SPIRIT💫LIFE✝ 5🌟STAR PENDGRAM UPSIDE DOWN TO REPRESENT THE EVIL👹GOP!!!

👉👉DEMONS👹INVERTED THE STARS👈👈

AND MOST OF YOU MY CHILDREN KNOW THIS, YET YOU STILL STAY IN THE GOP?

👉DEEP INSIDE YOUR SOULS LAST CRY FOR SURVIVAL YOU KNOW IT HAS NOT BEEN THE SAME SINCE 1999!!! WHY? THINK!!!

WHY WOULD THE EVIL👹GOP👹SENATORS BLOCK ANY WITNESSES FROM TESTIFYING? ♦♦♦ [REPUBLICAN WITNESSES] ♦♦♦ ♦♦▶WILLING TO TELL THE TRUTH◀♦♦

YOU KNOW THE TRUTH!!! ITS IN YOUR SPIRIT 👉DO SO LEAVE THAT POLITICAL👹PARTY AND DO AS YOU DESIRE [START ONE] IF YOU WISH, AS LONG AS IT INVOLVES ME, GOD💫

FOR THE GOP USE TOO BUT IT HASN'T DONE SO FOR 20+YEARS SATAN👹HAS THE YOUR CALLED LEADERS AND THEY DO HIS WORK!!

I AM HE, THY LIVING SPIRITUAL💫GOD💫DO SPEAK IT TRUTH REALITY TO MY CHILDREN!

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I AM HE✝ THY GOD💫CONTROL ALL THAT IS!

👉DO NOT HATE THE TRUTH NOR THOSE👈 👉MESSENGERS I HAVE SENT BACK TOO👈👉AWAKEN🌄YOU SPIRITUALLY💫WAKE UP!

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👽😇👽😇👽😇👽😇👽😇👽😇👽😇👽😇👽FEBRUARY 2ND SUNDAY 2020🇺🇸 0526HRS 📖📖📖📖📖 PSALMS 91:11 KJV 📖📖📖📖📖

"FOR HE SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE, TO KEEP THEE IN ALL THY WAYS."

FOR SURELY, STANDING THERE EVEN THEN EAST OF [THE GARDEN OF EDEN] AT THE VERY [EDGE OF IT] WHERE THE FLAMING🔥SWORD WAS ROTATING BACK AND FOURTH PROTECTING THE TREE🌳OF LIFE✝ FROM ADAM RETURNING TO SPEAK WITH GOD💫ABOUT HIS SIN, WAS SO OUR BROTHER THE HEAD ANGEL KING👑 OF MERCY💫

WHO SPOKE WITH HIM✝ AND CALMED HIS✝ MIGHTY ANGER, FOR GOD✝ DID SO REGRET CREATING MANKIND✝ FOR IT GRIEVED HIM✝ IN HIS✝ HEART❤OUR GOD✝ LISTENED✝ AND AND FORGAVE ADAM😇 AND EVE😇THEN [SO PASSED HARD JUDGEMENT ON THEM] ADAM✝ TO LABOR HARD THE GROUND AND EVE✝ TO LABOR HARD GIVING BIRTH👣

YET, IF IT WERE NOT FOR THE HEAVENLY💫WISDOM THE HEAD ANGEL KING OF MERCY CHOSE TO SPEAK TO OUR GOD💫SURELY MANKIND✝ WOULD HAVE ENDED!!!

SO, IF ANY LIVING IN OUR GODS💫CREATED WORLD🌎THINKS THAT I AM IN CHARGE ALONE OF THIS PLANET CALLED EARTH🌍

DO THINK AGAIN AND AGAIN!!! AND READ PSALMS 91:11 KJV AND SEE WHERE IT SAYS FOR HE✝ SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE, [NOT ANGEL] CHARGE OVER THEE!!!

👉CHARGE TO [HELP] GUIDE MANKIND AND DELIVER ALL OF OUR 👁GODS💫MESSAGES FOR ONLY 👁GOD💫IS IN TOTAL CONTROL!!!

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♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦TUESDAY FEBRUARY 4TH 2020🇺🇸 0540HRS ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉📉U.S.🇺🇸 INDICATORS SHOW BIG SLOWDOWN 👉👉 WEAKNESS BUT NO RECESSION 👈👈JUST LIKE IN 2008 BEFORE THE BIG CRASH!♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾

FALSE JOBS NUMBERS✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔ LIES 👉[BUREAU OF LABOR STATISTICS]👈

[501,000 FEWER JOBS CREATED IN U.S.🇺🇸] THAN REPORTED BY EVIL ADMINISTRATION SEE MARKETWATCH ARTICLE 8/24/2019!!!

♦ NOT 5,000, NOT 50,000 BUT 500,000 ♦ JOBS REPORTED FALSELY TO AMERICANS!!!

DEMONTRUMPS👹TAX CUTS CREATED NO JOBS!!! IT SAVED THE WEALTHY MONEY 💰◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

FALSE UNEMPLOYMENT RATE✔

FALSE MANUFACTURING JOBS NUMBERS✔

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FARM🚜BANKRUPTCIES AT ALL TIME HIGH⬆ AGRICULTURE🚜 SURPLUS SMALLEST IN THE LAST 🚩40 YEARS!!!🚩

👉WISCONSIN🇺🇸LOSING 2 FARMS A DAY👈✔NOW FACING SERIOUS DAIRY🐄CRISIS✔

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GLOBAL OIL🛢MARKET WORSEN'S AS OPEC TAKES 🚩EMERGENCY ACTION🚩TO DEAL WITH 💥[CORONAVIRUS]💥

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BRITAIN🇬🇧PRODUCTIVITY DECLINE IS THE WORSE IN 250 YEARS. -BLOOMBERG NEWS

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🚩🚩YIELD-CURVE INVERSION REDUX🚩🚩SPREAD BETWEEN A 3 MONTH AND 10 YEAR 📉TREASURIES GETTING WORSE DAILY📉

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MANUFACTURING JOBS FELL IN THE U.S.🇺🇸👉[RUST-BELT SWING STATES🇺🇸IN 2019]👈INDIANA, MICHIGAN, PENNSYLVANIA, OHIO ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾

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CHINA🇨🇳WISELY INJECTS 380 BILLION YUAN VIA 7DAY REVERSE REPOS THEN ANOTHER 120 BILLION YUAN IN 14DAYS A TOTAL OF 500BILLION YUAN OR $71 BILLION U.S.🇺🇸 WHY? [TO SAVE THE GLOBAL🌎MARKET📉]

👉BECAUSE OF THE GLOBAL SLOWDOWN👈GOD💫PROPHECY OF GLOBAL RECESSION!!!

🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳BLESSINGS4 GODS💫SPECIAL💫ANGEL💫PRESIDENT🇨🇳 XI JINPING😇

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GODS💫CREATED CHILDREN IN HIS WORLD 👉HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DID TO HELP👈 👉👉[SAVE THE WORLD'S🌎ECONOMY]👈👈

☝THAT'S WHY THE STOCK MARKET IS UP☝

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UNFORTUNATELY, DEMONTRUMP👹WILL WAG HIS LYING TONGUE AND TAKE CREDIT FOR IT!!! ♦STUPID PEOPLE WAKE UP🌅♦

👉👉A GLOBAL RECESSION IS CLOSE👈👈

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YET, SATAN'S DEMONTRUMP👹WILL KEEP MANY FOOLS ASLEEP WITH OBVIOUS LIES!!!

BUT THE OBEDIENT ONE'S OF OUR👁GOD💫ARE AWAKENED🌄SPIRITUALLY💫AND WILL [NOT BE FOOLED]FOR THEY ARE BLESSED✝🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜💀💀💀🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛

GODSAYS💫10,000 DEMONS👹WILL PERISH THE CURRENT DEATH COUNT IS🤜💀50!!!

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GODS💫HOLY💫SIGN✝ABOVE NAZARETH✝ REPRESENTING HIS✝COMING HOLY BIGSIGN [WITNESSED] BY MANY INCLUDING SINGER JOVANA TIPSIN [2/2/2020]

BLESSINGS4 JOVANA TIPSIN🔥SHE HAS SO RECEIVED A FLAMING FIRE🔥SYMBOL AND SHALL BE INVITED TO A FUTURE ANGEL😇QUEENS💜PARTY🎉

LOOK UPON THE SPIRITUAL FLAMING GLOW SEEN A TOP [THIS TUMBLR PAGE] RIGHT [ABOVE] THE ANGEL👑OF DEATH💀IMAGE!!!

👉IT SEEMS [NO MEDIA OUTLETS] WANT👈 THIS REAL PROOF SIGN FROM GOD POSTED

WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, IT SHALL BE!!!

👁GOD✝ HAS SENT HIS✝SIGN AND CHOSEN!🇺🇸🇺🇸2020🇺🇸JOE C😎😎L BIDEN🇺🇸2020🇺🇸🇺🇸

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GODSAYS💫SURELY MY PROPHECY OVER [2] YEARS AGO POSTED THEN ON [GOOGLE+] [SHALL BE SO TRUTH] ON A COLD🌬AND CLOUDY☁JULY SUMMER DAY!!!

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👉5 PROPHECIES GIVEN SHALL BE JUST AS THEE OTHER [6] THAT CAME TO BE REALITY

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[3,3 AND3 AFTER THE EARLY DAWN✔]

👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ CAME TO REALITY JUST [3] DAYS AFTER ON JUNE 14TH AT A [GOP CHARITY] BASEBALL PRACTICE IN ALEXANDRIA, VA. WHEN A SHOOTER SHOT MULTIPLE ROUNDS STRIKING THEN [GOP] MAJORITY WHIP STEVE SCALISE👹[3RD] IN LINE FROM THE PRESIDENCY AND OTHERS FROM [3RD] BASE!!!

[JUNE 14TH 2017!!!]

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[WHITESTARS WARNED TO OBEY✔]

👉THEY WERE TOLD TO GET READY!!!👈

2 DAYS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ [59] CONCERTGOERS IN PARADISE, NEVADA WERE KILLED BY SHOOTER!!!

[OCTOBER 2017!!!]

#SPIRIT💫JUMP!!!

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[TRAIN ACCIDENT✔]

5 WEEKS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ A AMTRAK TRAIN🚆CARRYING REPUBLICANS TO A RETREAT CRASHES INTO TRUCK🚚 NEAR CORZET, VIRGINIA AND KILLS DRIVER!

[JANUARY 2018!!!]

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[MEGA EARTHQUAKES IN MEXICO🇲🇽✔]

2 DAYS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ A 7.2 MEGA EARTHQUAKE KILLS OVER [200+] PEOPLE!!! GOD💫GAVE ME INSTRUCTIONS TO HAVE HEAVENS💫SPIRITUAL ANGELS💫TO STIR THE GROUND AND KILL!!! THEY DID!!

[FEBRUARY 2018!!!]

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[BIG VOLCANO ERUPTING🌋✔]

AFTER 250 YEARS JAPAN VOLCANO BLOWS! 2 MONTHS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ IT DID SO SHOCK MANY PEOPLE!!!

[APRIL 2018!!!]

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[DARKSTARS WARNED TO OBEY✔]

👉THEY WERE TOLD TO GET READY!!!👈

A WEEK AFTER GODS💫PROPHECY✝ [22] PEOPLE WERE SHOT AND INJURED AT A ART FESTIVAL IN TRENTON, NEW JERSEY!

[JUNE 2018!!!]

#SPIRIT💫JUMP!!!

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NONE OF MANKIND CAN STOP GODS PLANS

NONE OF MANKIND CAN STOP PROPHECIES

THE OBEDIENT ONES OF OUR MIGHTY GOD UNDERSTAND TIME IS RUNNING OUT⏳FOR ALL OF MANKIND FOR THESE ARE REALLY THE LAST OF END DAYS🌅

👁GOD💫IS MIGHTY IN HOLY💫POWER FOR HE✝ ALONE IS IN TOTAL CONTROL!!!

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

ONLY 👁GOD💫CAN CHANGE HEAVENLY💫COLORED✝ VISIONS AND PROPHECIES✝

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

ONLY OUR BABYANGELS😇BIRTHS👣CAN [SAVE MANKIND] 👁GOD💫SAID! FOR HE✝ SHALL GIVE MANKIND ⭐21⭐EXTRA YEARS OF ⭐EXISTENCE⭐AFTER THEIR BORN👣

IF, THEY ARE NOT BORN 💥WW3💥DEATH💀DESTRUCTION FOR ALL OF MANKIND!!!

👉👉GODSAYS💫IT CAN BE AVERTED👈👈

🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜💀💀💀🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛IF, I LIVED IN THE CITY OF VAN NUYS SURELY I WOULD SPREAD [TRUTH REALITY WORDS] AROUND THAT CITY [TO WATCH] WHAT YOU SAY TO 👁GODS💫YOUNGER BROTHER AND NEPHEW CURTIS JR. OF THE HOLY💫SPIRIT FOR SURELY A PROPHECY✝ BECOMING SO QUICK REALITY FROM 👁GOD💫 HAS BEEN SAID TO BE FORMING INSIDE OF HIS✝ HOLY POWERFUL💫MIND✝

TRUST STARNEISHA👽 BAYSHARA😇HOVER!DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE LORD GOD💫

BEFORE THE NOTRE DAME CATHEDRAL⛪ FIRE🔥IN FRANCE🇫🇷 WHAT MANKIND CALLS A UFO WAS SEEN 15 MINUTES BEFORE AND MANY VOLCANOES SMOKE AND ERUPT🌋 AFTER WHAT MANKIND CALLS A UFO WAS SEEN!!! DO YOUR RESEARCH AND OBEY!!!

🌅DO SO OBEY OUR MIGHTY LORD GOD✝🌅

~ENOCH😇FROM THE HOLY💫HEAVENS💫

👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👉GODSHEADANGEL1.POSTHAVEN.COM👈

BLESSINGS4 STEVEN BARONE💫WHO RECORDED THIS LAST NIGHT🌌

BLESSINGS4 UFO MAN💫WHO POSTED THIS TRUTH REALITY VIDEO 45 MINUTES AGO! 10:45AM PST 2/6/20

😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

DO NOT MAKE ANY MISTAKE CHILDREN OF 👁GOD💫ALL OF US HIS ANGELS IN [FLESH] ARE NOT PERFECT IN ANY WAY! WE ALL DO MAKE MISTAKES AND HAVE OUR OPINIONS ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SOME WE KNOW OR HAVE KNOWN! [BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE]✔ WE DO NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY WHEN OUR OWN OPINIONS ARE VERY DIFFERENT FROM ONE ANOTHER'S! SOME OF MY ANGELQUEENS👑

ARE [PROFESSIONAL JOURNALISTS] WHO COME UNDER FIRE FOR SOMETHING ASKED OR SOMETHING SAID WRONGLY OR TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT THIS IS THE NATURE OF THE BUSINESS 👁GOD💫TRULY KNOWS ALL OF OUR HEARTS, MINDS AND SPIRITS AND ALLOWS US TO BE OURSELVES INCLUDING MYSELF WHO MANY WORLDWIDE REFER TO AS [THE FOUL MOUTHED ANGEL,] ITS TRUE!!

MANY WORLDWIDE🌎CAN'T BELIEVE GOD✝ WOULD HAVE 👉[ONE OF HIS TOP TWO]👈 ANGELS😇 IN [CHARGE OF HIS CREATED] CHILDREN USE SUCH VULGAR LANGUAGE BUT YOU WOULD BE INCREDIBLY WRONG!!!

OUR MIGHTY 👁GODS💫[IDEA] OF WHICH [ANGELS GET CHOSEN FOR SPECIFIC JOBS] OR JOURNEYS ARE [TOTALLY DIFFERENT] FROM YOURS, [HIS REASONS ARE HIS OWN]

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

REMEMBER THIS, ALL OF YOU WORLDWIDE NOAH✝ WAS A DRUNK, MOSES✝ STUTTERED ABRAHAM✝WAS TOO OLD, ISAIAH✝HIMSELF PREACHED NAKED, JONAH✝ DID RUN FROM GOD✝💫PETER✝ DENIED JESUS✝CHRIST✝ SAMSON✝ WAS A WOMANIZER WHO HAD LONG HAIR, RAHAB✝ WAS A PROSTITUTE AND KING DAVID✝ HAD AN AFFAIR!!!

☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

👁GOD💫[DOES NOT] CHOOSE ACCORDING TO WHAT ANY OF YOU IN MANKIND THINKS SHOULD BE!!! I AM HE, THY LIVING GOD💫CHOOSES [FOR HIS REASONS ALONE] ONLY HE, HIMSELF DOES SO KNOW AND MAKE NO MISTAKE [WE HIS ANGEL FAMILY] ARE NOT PERFECT NOR WERE ANY OF OUR CHOSEN 🙏ANGEL ANCESTORS IN [FLESH!!!]🙏

SO, WHEN YOU [HEAR OR SEE US] EXPRESS OUR [PERSONAL OPINIONS] ON A SUBJECT OR ON EACHOTHER MAKE NO MISTAKE ITS [A OPINION AT THAT TIME!]

TRUST, IT IS NOT EVER PERSONAL SURELY WE HIS [ANGEL FAMILY] KNOW HOW FAR TO GO, [THERE IS A LINE] HE DOES NOT ALLOW EVEN US TO CROSS!!! WE STAND UNITED IN STANDING UP☝FOR HIM✝

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Linking Vuex State Machines Across Your Vue Client Applications with Solace PubSub+

Vue.js is a JavaScript framework developed by Evan You that’s making significant inroads as the framework of choice for modern single-page applications. One reason it has become so popular is that it comes with components any single-page-application is expected to have, such as a router, a developer UI to manage your application, and a state management library called Vuex. To learn more about Vue.js, visit the Getting Started with Vue site.

What is Vuex?

According to the official web site for Vuex, it is a state management pattern and library for Vue.js applications. It serves as a centralized store for all the components in an application, with rules ensuring that the state can only be mutated in a predictable fashion. It also integrates with Vue’s official devtools extension to provide advanced features such as zero-config time-travel debugging and state snapshot export / import.

Key to the architecture of Vuex are the concepts of state, views, and actions:

State serves as the source of truth that drives our applications

The view is a declarative mapping of the state

Actions are the ways the state could change in reaction to user inputs from the view

A simplistic illustration of a Vuex workflow

The Vuex store is instantiated within your application as a singleton, which means there is a single instance of the store that lives within your Vue application, and your various components look to it as the source of truth.

What makes Vuex even more powerful and easier to use is its deep integration into the Vue.Js  DevTool Chrome Extension, which allows you to look at the sequence of state mutations and even replay state changes.

Example of the Vuex view in the Vuex DevTool browser extension

Why are state machines important for your JavaScript applications?

State machines are becoming an increasingly important part of any modern application framework. With the pervasiveness of single-page application frameworks, it is also becoming a de facto part of front-end applications.

Depending on the JavaScript framework you are using, there are a variety of choices such as Vuex for Vue and Redux for React. There is also a JavaScript framework-agnostic library called XState.

If you are building an application, it will almost have ‘state’ associated with it. For front-end applications, your application state may include whether the user is logged in or whether the user is an admin. Compared to sprinkling and checking the logic for these transitions throughout your application, handling these states from a single location in your codebase is easier and less prone to errors. This is where a state machine library comes into play – typically exposed as a ‘singleton’ and accessed from within your application, it provides a single source of truth for the state of your applications.

Implementing Vuex for a turn-based game

Now let’s implement a basic Vuex container (state, actions, and mutations) for a turn-based game. Here are the key components we will need to implement:

State

player – The ID of the player (Player1or Player2 )

isTurn – Boolean value that represents whether it is the player’s turn

Actions

logIn – sets the player’s id

makeMove – Sends the move to the other player and swaps the turn off for the current player

receiveMove – Receives a move from the other player and activates the current player’s turn

Here is the bare-bones implementation:

export default new Vuex.Store({ state: { player: '', isTurn: false }, mutations: { LOGIN(state, player) { state.player = player if (state.player === 'Player1') state.isTurn = true }, TOGGLE_TURN(state) { state.isTurn = !state.isTurn } }, actions: { login({ commit }, player) { console.log('Attempting to login with ' + player) commit('LOGIN', player) }, makeMove({ commit, getters }, move) { if (getters.isTurn()) { //TODO: Send a move to the other player } }, receiveMove({ commit, getters }, otherPlayerMove) { if (!getters.isTurn()) { console.log( `Received move from other player ${JSON.stringify(otherPlayerMove)}` ) commit('TOGGLE_TURN') } } }, getters: { isTurn: state => () => { return state.isTurn }, getPlayer: state => () => { return state.player } } })

Implementation gaps

Now you’ve implemented a bare-bones skeleton of your Vuex store, but you may have noticed there are a few gaps.

You aren’t sending the ‘move’ object anywhere.

How do you get notified if another player made a move?

Suppose this was a two-player game, the sequence expected would be as follows:

Player1 and Player2 log in.

Player1 has his isTurn flag set to true and Player2 has his isTurn flag set to false.

Player1 sends his move over to Player2.

Player1’s isTurn flag is set to false.

Player2 receives the move and sets his isTurn flag to true.

We need a mechanism to establish communication between two different Vuex instances

Using Solace PubSub+ Event Broker to distribute your Vuex state

Solace PubSub+ Event Broker is a multi-protocol, fully featured and free-to-use event broker. One of the many transports that it supports is WebSocket for both Node.js and a browser, which makes it ideal for solving this particular problem.

The APIs and protocols that Solace PubSub+ Event Broker natively supports

The APIs and protocols that Solace PubSub+ Event Broker natively supports

Getting started with the PubSub+ Event Broker

To get started with PubSub+ Event Broker, you create a new Solace cloud messaging service (for FREE!). If you need help with creating a messaging service, refer to this guide.

Publish events from your Vuex store

Now in your makeMove(…) action, we  can change the code as follows:

makeMove({ commit, getters }, move) { if (getters.isTurn()) { console.log( `Sending ${JSON.stringify(move)} to ${getters.getPlayer()}/Move` ) mqttClient.publish(`${getters.getPlayer()}/Move`, move).then(() => { commit('SWAP_TURN') }) } }

Note you are now sending a message on a well-defined topic ‘Player1/Move’ or ‘Player2/Move’ with the move payload.

Subscribing to move events from the other player

Now how do you get notified when another player, connected from another browser, makes a move?

In your view (in the beforeMount() lifecycle hook, for example) you will simply make use of a subscription function which may look something like this:

//Subscribe to the other player's move message this.$mqttClient .subscribe( 'Player2/Move', ({ topic, message }) => { store.dispatch('receiveMove', message) //rest of your business logic } ) .then(() => { console.log('Succesfully subscribed') }) })

You are adding a subscription to the topic ‘Player2/Move’ if you are ‘Player1’ or ‘Player1/Move’ if you are ‘Player2’. Your callback will instantaneously be triggered once you get a message with the event on the topic.

Your finished product will look something like this across two browser windows:

GitHub Repo

To take a look at a fully built out sample implementation, navigate to this linking-vuex-stores repo .

Conclusion

In this post, I showed you how easy it is to link different Vuex stores together using simple publish/subscribe semantics via Solace PubSub+ Event Broker.

While this works, you may realize that state is being distributed and controlled on the client side. Ideally you would want state to be validated and distributed from the server side. In a future post, we will show you how easy it is to add a node.js server using XState (a popular JavaScript state machine library) to this architecture to control and validate state on the server side while continuing to use Vuex on the client side.

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React Data Layer - Part 6: Offline Reads

This post is the sixth part of an 8-part series going in-depth into how to build a robust real-world frontend app data layer. See the previous parts here:

Part 1: Intro

Part 2: Setting up React and Redux

Part 3: Login

Part 4: Backend Data

Part 5: Offline Code

Using the latest browsers features to save your code and data offline can provide a better experience for your webapp’s users, but it comes with a cost. This really makes your app a distributed system, in the sense that there is both local and remote data, and they need to be kept in sync–and distributed systems are inherently complex. Even in the simplest cases, it will take more work to build the code, and more attention to ensure you don’t break things when you make changes.

In this post, we’ll walk through some of the offline features you can easily set up using Redux connecting to a RESTful web service. Then we’ll discuss options if you have more complex needs.

If you like, you can download the app as of the end of the post.

Persisting Redux Data

In part 3 we began persisting your login state by installing Redux Persist and storing a login flag. We went with Redux Persist because we knew we would be storing our entire Redux store as well.

Throttle your network connection to Slow 3G and reload the page.

Note that even though we’ve persisted our data, we don’t see any difference in app behavior yet: we still get a loading indicator until the web service request returns. This is because as soon as the logged-in page displays, we kick off a request to load the data from the server, and this causes the loading message to show in place of our data. Even though the video games are reloaded from persistent storage, they aren’t displayed.

To think about why this is and how we can improve it, it’s helpful to think in terms of offline patterns Jake Archibald describes in his Offline Cookbook. We’re using the terms in a bit of a different context, but they’re still helpful to talk about decisions between cached and network data.

(The Offline Cookbook talks in terms of HTTP requests sent through a Service Worker, addressing whether the Service Worker decides to respond to them from the cache or from the network. In our case, as mentioned in part 4, we aren’t using a Service Worker for cached data; instead, we’re using data cached in Redux Persist. So for us, the decision between cache and network is the decision of whether to render data already cached in the Redux store, or whether to make a network request to retrieve updated data.)

The user’s experience right now in the app could be described as “Network Only”. When they load the video game screen, if there is no network connection, they get an error. They can only see their video game data if a network requests succeeds.

What other options do we have?

Network Falling Back to Cache

One option would be to display the cached data if the network request fails. This is referred to as “Network Falling Back to Cache”.

All we have to do to implement this is to change how our LoadingIndicator works:

const LoadingIndicator = ({ loading, error, children }) => { if (loading) { return <div> <Preloader size="small" /> </div>; - } else if (error) { - return <p>An error occurred.</p>; } else { return <div> + {possibleErrorMessage(error)} {children} </div>; } }; +const possibleErrorMessage = (error) => { + if (error) { + return <p>An error occurred.</p>; + } +}; + export default LoadingIndicator;

After this change, the error state is no longer a different state in our app. If the app has errored out, we simply display the error message on top of the list of records. If we didn’t have offline data this wouldn’t give us any benefit, because if the request errored we would know for sure that we wouldn’t have any data. But now we might have persisted offline data.

Run the app and log in once to make sure the video game data is downloaded. Then select the “Offline” checkbox, and click the Reload button we created. You should see the preloader briefly, then the list of video games should reappear, with an error message on top.

Cache Falling Back to Network

Another option we could have is to first try to display the cached data, and only make a network request if we don’t have any cached data. This is referred to as “Cache Falling Back to Network.”

How can we determine if we have cached data or not? We could just check that the list of video games is empty, but that could be unreliable. The list would also be empty if we deleted out all the video games. It can be more reliable to track a new state property that simply records whether we’ve loaded data before. Add a new loaded reducer to games/reducers.js:

+export function loaded(state = false, action) { + switch (action.type) { + case STORE_GAMES: + return true; + default: + return state; + } +} ... export default combineReducers({ games, + loaded, loading, error, });

Notice how simple it is; it starts false, and we set it to true the first time we successfully load games, and then never change it again.

Now configure GameList/index.js to map it to a prop for GameList:

function mapStateToProps(state) { return pick(state.games, [ 'games', + 'loaded', 'loading', 'error', ]); }

Now, in GameList, check the loaded flag before you call loadGames():

const GameList = ({ games, + loaded, loading, error, loadGames, addGame, logOut, }) => { useEffect(() => { - loadGames(); + if (!loaded) { + loadGames(); + } }, []);

Now the first time the video game list screen displays, loaded is false, and this confirms that we don’t have a cache of records. So we fall back to the network, making a loadGames() request. From here on out, loaded will be true, confirming that we do have a cache. So we don’t automatically make the network request. As a result, the LoadingIndicator will just display our records right away. Run the app to confirm this is the case.

Note that in this approach our app never automatically gets updates from the server; we have to click Refresh manually to get them. There’s another approach we can take that gives us the best of both worlds in some scenarios.

Cache Then Network

If we have cached data, we can show it right away, and also kick off a server request. If we receive data in response, we can update the data shown. This is referred to as “Cache Then Network”. This is a good default approach: for example, Ember Data, the built-in data layer for Ember.js, takes this approach for all requests by default.

To make this work from a UX perspective, we want to show our cached data while the network request is running to hopefully retrieve the new data. We can implement this by making another change to LoadingIndicator:

const LoadingIndicator = ({ loading, error, children }) => { - if (loading) { - return <div> - <Preloader size="small" /> - </div>; - } else { - return <div> - {possibleErrorMessage(error)} - {children} - </div>; - } + return <div> + {possibleLoadingMessage(loading)} + {possibleErrorMessage(error)} + {children} + </div>; }; +const possibleLoadingMessage = (loading) => { + if (loading) { + return <Preloader size="small" />; + } +};

Note that we now always display our video game title list; we just optionally display a loading or error message at the top in those states.

In this approach, we will no longer need our loaded state item because we will always make a network request, so we can revert the change we previously made to GameList.js:

const GameList = ({ games, - loaded, loading, error, loadGames, addGame, logOut, }) => { useEffect(() => { - if (!loaded) { - loadGames(); - } + loadGames(); }, []);

And GameList/index.js:

function mapStateToProps(state) { return pick(state.games, [ 'games', - 'loaded', 'loading', 'error', ]);

And games/reducers.js:

-export function loaded(state = false, action) { - switch (action.type) { - case STORE_GAMES: - return true; - default: - return state; - } -} ... export default combineReducers({ games, - loaded, loading, error, });

Run the app, then check the “Offline” checkbox and click “Reload”. You should see the preloader, then the error message, but the cached data should continue to display the whole time.

Note that in the console you’ll see a warning from Redux Persist that an unexpected key loading was found in the persisted data, and will be ignored. When making changes to your persisted data, it’s important to keep in mind that users of your app will already have data persisted in the old format. In this case the default behavior was fine, but in more complex cases you may need to add code to detect data in the old format and migrate it to the new format.

What’s Next?

In this post we’ve covered four major patterns for reading data:

Network Only

Network Falling Back to Cache

Cache Falling Back to Network

Cache Then Network

For your application, think through the tradeoffs of these approaches and decide which works best. You can take different approaches for different data items. For now, let’s stick with “Cache Then Network” for our video games.

With this we’ve handled reading data while offline. This is great, and for mostly-read applications it may be just what your users need. But is there anything we can do if our users need to write data while offline? There is, but it will take some work. We’ll find out how in the next part.

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[ziky]

Digital Strip Searches Coming to an Airport Near You - NewWorldNextWeek

Digital Strip Searches Coming to an Airport Near You – NewWorldNextWeek

Story #1: One Click Closer to Nuclear Annihilation https://bit.ly/2Nk15zm

Wake Up — It Is Two Minutes To Midnight https://bit.ly/2zQhloc

US Would Preemptively Destroy Russian Warheads, Envoy Warns https://bit.ly/2ybLCvS

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Story #2: “Digital Strip…

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Anthrax False Flag Redux?

Anthrax False Flag Redux?

By Kurt Nimmo Global Research, October 03, 2018

It was reported this morning (October 2) the Pentagon mail facility has received at least two packages containing the deadly poison ricin. 

Reminiscent of the 2001 Anthrax Attacks? (see below)

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CNN

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A piece of mail delivered to the Pentagon mail facility has initially tested positive for ricin,…

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