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"Three Wings" - just 1 very tall image this time

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 4: Reunion

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan Timeline: 1960, before the events of PII (definitely canon) CW: none Rating: T Words: 1,126

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"God, you look amazing."

The statement tumbled out of Ben's mouth before he could stop it—nerves and adrenaline and possibly too much coffee combined into a maelstrom of emotions. He plastered a grin on his face as he watched Reagan smooth down the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Yeah?" Reagan smirked at him through the mirror and tightened his narrow tie. "Shouldn't you be in your own dressing room? It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"You say that like I wouldn't do exactly what you're tellin' me not to do if you were my bride."

"You have a penchant for defiance," Reagan rumbled. He made sure not a hair on his head was out of place, then checked his pearly white teeth for anything he potentially missed while flossing ten minutes ago. "And the dramatic."

Ben inhaled deeply, a way to ground himself and to keep himself from passing out. "It's been ten years. People are gonna be here, right?"

Reagan tipped his head and pivoted on his heel to look at Ben more directly. "Just our wives, I'm sure," he teased. It was his turn to smile, and boy... his smile always knocked Ben's socks off, no matter how often he saw it. "We're has-beens."

"I would like to reiterate my point about it being ten years," Ben sighed. "And a neat trick I know is that I can change the meaning entirely by adding that, in that context, it's only been ten years."

There was a stretch of silence during which Ben knew just by looking at him that Reagan was savoring being in the same room with him on a professional level for the first time in a decade. There was a glint in his eye, one he'd had since they were kids, one that really, when they got down to it, never fully disappeared.

"You know," Reagan said in a low, sultry murmur that, on the other hand, was only used sparingly when addressing Ben, "Adrian's gonna be mad at us if he finds out we're in the same room before the show. He wanted so badly for our reunion to be an actual reunion."

"When we're in the same vicinity," Ben responded in a matter-of-fact, almost bored drone that expertly hid his abrupt shiver, "you and I may as well be fused together inoperably. He knows that. He's seen that. If anything, he's gonna be pissed because he knows we're in the same room before the show, and he knows we decided to come here in the same car in the first place, and he ain't doin' jack shit to stop it."

Reagan's smile only got wider, if possible. "It's gonna be good. It's gonna be so good."

And good, it was. Gilmore and Murray graced the stage to raucous applause and cheering that nearly deafened them—a sound that wasn't nearly as loud during their individual shows for the last ten years, and certainly not as loud during their first shows as partners.

Ben took his place at the white grand piano center stage. Reagan unmounted the microphone from its stand downstage, maneuvering the cord to bring it back to Ben.

"Mr. Benjy Mertz!" Reagan chuckled over the continuous love from the audience. The stage lights adjusted, spotlights falling on him and Ben, and he caught a glimpse of the red light on the television camera at the back of the house. Millions of people watching this one-time-only event, broadcast throughout the country.

Ben shook his head and played a few, gentle bars of music, attempting to get the audience on the same level. He looked up at Reagan with a personable grin. "Mr. Rían Murphy Gilmore," he drawled into his own microphone. "It's been a long... long time since we've been together, hasn't it?"

"Well, no," Reagan said, casting his attention down to the mic cord at his feet, yanking it and realizing it was taut. He peered into the wing off of stage left. "No, it hasn't, Ben—I dunno how to tell you this, but I was at your house as recently as this morning."

"Oh," Ben said, throwing a comically arrogant smirk into the lens of the camera. "I thought I was hallucinating, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to cause any problems."

"Someone's holding the microphone hostage," Reagan muttered into the device, reducing his harder pulls to light tugs. "Can... can someone please let the microphone go? It has a family."

After a pause—one of the stagehands loosened the cord—Reagan snickered. The audience once more applauded the fact that he could freely move again, and the first thing he did was lean against the piano, crossing his ankles and sighing.

"The microphone," Reagan said languidly as Ben's gentle chords increased in strength and the cacophony died down, "is shaken, but we think he'll make a full recovery. His family has been notified, and they'll be around to take him home after the show."

It was as if they never separated. They played the classics, their individual songs, and a few covers, and it went so much better than either of them imagined. They cracked jokes, minor things went wrong and they capitalized it... Gilmore and Murray's energy was unmatched by Gilmore and Murray apart and together combined.

At the end of the show, they received a standing ovation. Their first one ever as a duo. Ben felt his heart being swallowed by his own body with his degree of joy, and as he stood on that stage beside his best friend, the first true love of his life, he wept. Nothing overly dramatic, and he couldn't get rid of his visible elation to save his life, but he also couldn't stop those tears from flowing down his face.

Reagan turned his head to look at him as the crowd continued their ovation, and Ben knew what was about to happen seconds before it happened—Reagan gripped the back of his neck and pressed a firm, enthusiastic kiss to his lips. It was brief, and full of pride, and Reagan's eyes glistened with tears that he'd never shed in front of Ben or anyone else.

"I love you," Reagan said, just quietly enough that only Ben could hear him. "I hope you know how much I fucking love you."

Ben nodded, patting Reagan's face with all the affection he could afford to give him in front of the entire country. "I do know, Reggie. I know."

And though it would take a further nine years for them to become professional partners for the second time on a more permanent basis, that would always remain one of their favorite memories... a reunion that they badly needed, badly deserved. And it was so good.

[offbrand-deltatraveler]

Getting a strong hunch that Pii ate all the Notes

(This is commentary I write as I watch the show. No spoilers)

[wiionme]

[pauljonessoftware]

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Recently, during the 2025 NFL Draft, Shedeur Sanders found himself at the center of an unexpected privacy breach – his private telephone number was exposed as part of a so-called “prank.” While it might have been brushed off by some as harmless, incidents like this underscore a much deeper issue: the mishandling of Personally Identifiable Information (PII). For IT contractors, who are trusted…

[lyrics365]

愛シフト制;

虚しさで心が揺れる 揺れる　揺れる　下心が起結 祖師ヶ��大蔵　日が暮れる 暮れる　暮れる　暮れる　支離滅裂 段々距離が近くなって ポイ捨て　路駐　自分勝手 げんまん指切りで誓って 馬鹿にせず笑って ランルラ　隠した涙 ランルラ　二人��じゃ嫌 ランルラ　朝イチ会社 君の笑顔でリフレッシュ ランルラ　隠した涙 ランルラ　ではまた明日 ランルラ　サボった歯医者 二人の愛はシフト制　なんて 悲しみで想いが溶ける 溶ける　溶ける　あなただけ特別 池尻大橋　代田橋　あっここで降ろしてください あぁ　お互いの武器隠したままで 平行線で時は過ぎる 答え先延ばしてるのはあなたの方 ランルラ　隠した涙 ランルラ　もう飽きました ランルラ　ただの優しさ 君の笑顔でリフレッシュ ランルラ　隠した涙 ランルラ　来週は暇？ ランルラ　途切れた会話 二人の愛はシフト制　なんて 私どうなっても知らないから ランルラ　隠…

[jorgenguldmann]

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The Right to Be Forgotten (RTBF), mandated by regulations like GDPR and CCPA, requires organizations to permanently delete personally identifiable information (PII) upon request within a defined timeframe. RTBF in a data lake poses a unique set of challenges, while A data lake is traditionally designed to store all data indefinitely; acting as an immutable storage layer where raw, unaltered data…

[nebusoku-tweak]

They accessed PII and SPII data. This violates the Privacy Act and is illegal. I encourage everyone to file a complaint using this email template below. I also recommend that you contact your state’s Attorney General as well.

To: privacy@treasury.gov

Subject Line: Civil Liberties Complaint

Hello,

I am making a civil liberties complaint under the Privacy Act of 1974, 5 U.S.C. § 552a. It has been brought to my attention that Elon Musk and his associates, under the guise of a directive of the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) (an IT office in the White House), have acquired access to Treasury Department Records in Systems of Records as defined in the Act. As an individual covered by the Act, I believe that there may be records about me in these Treasury Department systems, and I am concerned for the following reasons:

1. Elon Musk is not an elected official.

2. Even if Musk were an elected official, the System of Records Notices (SORNs) governing the Treasury Department Privacy Act systems do not allow for disclosure to Musk and his associates per the Routine Uses.

3. Disclosure of personally identifiable information (PII) and sensitive personally identifiable information (SPII) to Musk and his associates would be an unauthorized disclosure and therefore breach of information.

The Treasury Department must (1) quickly investigate what Privacy Act records that Musk and his associates have unlawfully accessed, (2) reveal to the public what unauthorized disclosures were made, (3) stop further access, (4) force any files acquired by Musk and his associates to be returned and/or permanently destroyed, and (5) seek criminal penalties against Musk and his associates for violations of the Act.

Sincerely,

[INSERT NAME AND CONTACT INFORMATION]

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[apieinvestavimapaprastai]

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Polaris Inc. is a leading manufacturer of powersports vehicles, including all-terrain vehicles (ATVs), snowmobiles, motorcycles, and boats. The company is headquartered in Medina, Minnesota, and operates globally. Continue reading Why Polaris Inc. is a Strong Investment: Stock Analysis and Forecast

[intijatim2022]

Muzani : Kita Harus Siapkan Insan PII Jadi Pemimping Masa Depan

JAKARTA | INTIJATIM.ID – Wakil Ketua MPR, Ahmad Muzani, memberikan pidato kebangsaan di acara Muktamar ke VII Keluarga Besar Pelajar Islam Indonesia (PII) di Jakarta, pada Jumat (13/9) kemarin. Acara ini dihadir Ketua Umum KBPII Nasrullah, Wakil Presiden RI ke 10 dan 12, Jusuf Kalla, dan para alumni PII lainnya. Dalam sambutannya, Muzani menceritakan kisah tentang pengalaman hidupnya belajar…

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC in Fifteen

Thanks to both @drabbleitout and @pertinax--loculos for tagging me, this is neat! Because I was tagged twice, I will participate with two characters (Ben and Reagan across the Partners "series"*), totaling in thirty quotes.

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagging @drippingmoon, @sleepy-night-child, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @sleepyowlwrites, @druidx, and anyone else who wants to do this 👍🏽

Reagan—

"Alright, who's the boy? Is he too young to knock out? Doesn't matter—either way I'm gonna have words."

"Give me some credit; my head's not that big."

"I haven't seen you in two days. If I don't see you today I may actually die of neglect."

"We're here now, and we'll be here for the next three hours, so relax and don't hit my partner when he's trying to be nice."

"Your little guys could get through a brick wall. I'm not sure if I should be proud, but I kind of am, Ben."

"You still kiss your mommy? What a baby."

"You realize how monumentally full of shit you are, yes?"

"If I used one of those [bathrooms], I wouldn't have been able to enjoy this wonderful bonding moment between us."

"Oh, kid, don't ask, okay? My rapport with married women is nothing I want you to imitate."

"If you ever run your fuckin' mouth to a man pointin' a gun at your face again, I will yank your teeth out one by one. Am I clear?"

"Right, I'd forgotten the newest trend is to go spend money to see the performances of people you hate."

"Being standoffish with me is one thing, but when she hurts our kids, I get mad."

"Reality continues to elude you, doesn't it?"

"God dammit, I'm starting to wish Wise shot you in the face."

"You very well could be [my daughter]. Who knows how many kids I really have?"

Ben—

"Well, you ain't German, though you sho' can drink like you is."

"Drunken wrestling always ends well for the skinny kid."

"What gives? You tryin' to move the car with your mind now?"

"You kiddin'? I'm a continual source of pride for you."

"Oh, god, you're gonna kill me in the middle of fuckin' nowhere..."

"Ain't this what broke us up in the first place? How the hell d'you keep managin' to rope me into things?

"I've been sober for about two minutes since that night in '42."

"'Course you're doin' the right thing. But keep in mind, I ain't gonna someday shuffle off this mortal coil without you right there to watch me do it."

"Alright, your highness, where do you keep your crown so I can polish it with what'll be left of my brains when we're finished up there?!"

"The love I have for you cannot be contained in this tiny room, so I'm choosing to expand and unfurl it elsewhere."

"You've been hiding your worry from me since we were kids. I'd barely recognize it on you."

"What? He's the only person on Earth you won't let get a glimpse of you without pants? That doesn't make any sense. He wants it more than anybody else."

"No, sir, you threw produce at my head. I am telling my mother."

"What is this, 'Ben Gets Nothing' Week?"

"I'm gonna break his ribs. I'm gonna snap a piano in two halves, take one of them, and hit him in the ribs."

[rodspurgeon]

National Public Data Cyberattack

As many are aware, the recent cyberattack on National Public Data gave criminals access to a treasure trove of personally identifiable information for a large number of consumers. Consumer names, addresses, and social security numbers were found on the dark web this summer in connection with the data breach. Your data could very well be in that collection. When news of the breach first blanketed…

[mesokosminen]

Muinainen pii oli 22/7

Matematiikan historiassa yksi kiehtovimmista tarinoista liittyy piin (π) eli ympyrän kehän ja halkaisijan suhteen likiarvojen etsintään. Muinaiset kulttuurit tunsivat piin ja käyttivät erilaisia menetelmiä sen määrittämiseen. Yksi tunnetuimmista ja varhaisimmista piin likiarvoista oli 22/7, joka tunnettiin jo vähintään antiikin aikoina. Varhaisimmat dokumentoidut yritykset määrittää piin arvo…

[unstructured-data-management]

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