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( n. ) a confidential agent, especially: one exercising unsuspected or unofficial power In which Jaeseop pulls the strings. FEATURING: Lee Jaeseop, Lee Taein WORD COUNT: 5.7k NOTES: This is related to/has ramifications in a lot of other major plot points and pieces that I was unfortunately too lazy to link. Get re-contextualized?

2016

Jaeseop stops dead in his tracks at the sight of his uncle's white Mazda idling on the side of the road in front of his dorm. He considers turning around and going back to campus. Taein-samchon wouldn't stake him out here all night, would he? He's been avoiding his uncle for days, ever since he was told to break up with Seoyeon. He's not doing that.

He is tugging on the door handle of the passenger side until Taein-samchon unlocks it. "I have a shift in fifteen minutes," he says as he gets into the car. He shoves his backpack through the small space over the center console and into the backseat.

His uncle doesn't look at him as he pulls away from the curb. "You swapped shifts. You're working two back-to-back on Saturday."

Jaeseop doesn't bother to ask how he knows that. He doesn't think he wants to know. There's no way Taein-samchon frequents the surprisingly upscale Chinese restaurant a mere three blocks away from Jaeseop's university campus. He stares straight out the windshield and doesn’t deign to respond.

“We certainly have our differences in perspective,” Taein-samchon muses out loud. “I would like you to try to do your best to understand where I’m coming from.”

It’s going to be another lecture. It’s always a lecture with him, about how he’s not living up to his full potential, how he’s always shifting and shirking his responsibilities, how he really should break up with his girlfriend.

“A campus couple is not meant to last forever. You may like this girl now, and think you want to spend the rest of your life with her. I implore you to think about your own future, both as a person, and when you become an idol. There will be severe consequences, if the news of your relationship ever becomes public. Your obligations, once you debut, will be to the fans, first and foremost.”

Jaeseop sits there silently, watching the afternoon sunlight filter through the trees and cast their fractal shadows onto the road. He shouldn’t have switched shifts, though that would only have prolonged this inevitable lecture.

“You’re not my dad,” he says. His heart isn’t into the snarky response. He’s also unwilling to take romantic advice from the mann in his second marriage.

“No, I’m your keun appa,” Taein-samchon says with a chuckle.

It must sting him, at least a little, that Jaeseop continues to call him Samchon, rather than the “big dad” term he should have started using during Taein-samchon’s first marriage. As far as he knows, his dad has never been close with his brother. Taein-samchon was a black sheep, to leave behind the family hanok guesthouse business to forge his own path through the entertainment industry. That must make Jaeseop at least a little similar to him, to have considered and then agreed to work with him.

He doesn’t laugh. “I’m not breaking up with Seoyeon,” he says resolutely, turning back to the more pressing matter. He’s already made up his mind. He plans on completing his education alongside her, not postponing it for his mandatory enlistment, like many of his friends are. It’s not that he’s worried about serving, or about leaving Seoyeon alone. It’s more so that he wants them to have the same experiences together and ignore thinking about that part of his future until he can’t make excuses anymore. To a lesser extent, he also doesn’t want to be in her graduation photos with a buzz cut.

“I am afraid this is a decision you may come to regret,” Taein-samchon says, turning into the familiar entrance of the parking garage nearest to his company’s building. “I only wish to make you aware of the possible consequences. Think carefully before you act.”

Jaeseop doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He always looks before he leaps. He’s the least likely person to make rash, snap judgements. And yet he’s here, in the passenger seat of his uncle’s car, half a block away from Seoul Copywriters Incoroporated and Zenith Entertainment, which doesn’t bode well for his future decision-making skills.

“I’ll consider it,” he says, before belatedly realizing it’s one of Taein-samchon’s favorite phrases.

Taein-samchon-samchon turns the car off. “Good. I expect updates on all of your progress later tonight.”

Jaeseop suppresses a groan. It’s like more homework, and he knows he already has enough. He doesn’t have the vocabulary Taein-samchon expects of him to talk about music and business, leaving him to bumble through sentences he just made up to sound like he knows what he’s talking about. He planned on spending a few hours working through it in Intak’s company, the two of them sitting in silence in one of the many rooms that remain unconverted office spaces. “Yes, Samchon.”

He reaches one arm into the backseat and gropes blindly for his backpack. It takes him a few seconds to find one of the straps. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I look forward to it,” his uncle says with a warmth Jaeseop can’t hope to match.

2018

“We need Mingeun.” Jaeseop speaks before the door finishes closing behind him. He hates fighting Taein-samchon. Lately, he’s started to feel more and more like Taein-samchon’s employee, rather than his nephew. Taein-samchon talks down to him and looks down to him, and Jaeseop’s even started thinking of him as just Taein, and sometimes even Taein-nim, in his head. Maybe that could have come from spending hours and hours with the assortment of idol trainees Taein-samchon found somewhere.

Taein-samchon gives him a bored once-over. “‘We?’ Sit down, Jaeseop.”

Jaeseop refuses. He stays standing, because he’s taller than Taein-samchon like that, and he needs the illusion of having at least a little negotiating power. He wishes he was a little more like Andrew, with the steel in his spine he turns on and off at will. He launches into his only slightly prepared speech.

“Mingeun almost has more experience than all of us combined. He’s the best dancer—you should know that, Samchon—and he can sing. I know you want me to be the leader, but Mingeun leads practices much better than I ever could. He’s not afraid of criticizing others, including me, when we’re older than him and I’m related to you.”

Taein-samchon doesn’t speak for some time. The seconds stretch out into minutes. Jaeseop shifts his weight from foot to foot, wondering if he should have made a PowerPoint presentation to go along with his speech, and whether or not he’s overstepped his position. Actually, Jaeseop knows he’s overstepped. But what’s Taein-samchon going to do? Fire him?

“You like him a lot,” Taein-samchon says finally.

“Yes,” Jaeseop says, suspicious. He does like Mingeun. He thinks he might be the only one. Mingeun is hardworking and dedicated, sure, but he doesn't get along with anyone except Eunsu. He's the type of person who refuses to settle until he gets what he wants, and Jaeseop admires that about him. He's like Andrew, if Andrew was more straightforward and lacked his veneer of niceties.

"He's a risk," Taein-samchon says.

Jaeseop scoffs. "This whole thing is a risk. You love taking risks. What's the difference between betting on him and betting on the rest of us?"

His uncle kneads his forehead. "Jaeseop, sit down. There is more at stake here than you know. This group is fulfilling an extremely specific concept and image. The simple fact of the matter is that there is no place for Mingeun."

Jaeseop sits, though reluctant. The edge of the plastic seat cuts into the backs of his thighs. "There's a place for Haksu but not for Mingeun?"

"Interesting. You don't like him, but you like Mingeun."

Sitting was a mistake, because now he feels rooted to the spot, his every word scrutinized for a sign of weakness. He pushes down the urge to defend himself and instead says, "I don't dislike him personally. I dislike how suddenly he was added to the group. I wouldn't remove Mingeun in favor of him."

"Then," Taein-samchon says, "if there can only be seven members, who would you eliminate?"

It occurs to Jaeseop that the rest of their conversation might have been the prelude to this question. If he wants Mingeun to debut so badly, then he has to be prepared to remove someone else. He doesn't want to hold their futures in his hands like that. He has a gut reaction with a name, but he thinks it over anyway, just to be sure.

He can’t recruit friends and then take it back, so that eliminates Kiyoung, and by extension, Intak. Andrew is, well, Andrew, and despite Taein-samchon’s animosity towards foreigners, Jaeseop can tell his uncle is so charmed by Andrew’s alma mater, especially in comparison to the rest of their mediocre universities, that he’s willing to overlook his citizenship. Haksu sings circles around the rest of them, and even if Jaeseop dislikes him, that’s not enough to cut him. Eunsu and Mingeun are a package deal, but his uncle doesn’t seem like he wants to remove Eunsu as well. And Byeonghwi, the youngest of them all, who’s likely there because he’s the youngest of them all, is cute and innocent and a mini Mingeun in the making, talent-wise.

“Me,” Jaeseop finally says out loud.

Taein-samchon frowns. “I’m not going to do that.”

He’s incomprehensible. Jaeseop doesn’t understand a single thought in his uncle’s head, and he doesn’t think he ever will. “Why not? Mingeun-ssi is a better dancer than me. He’s a better idol than me. Why am I so important?”

Across from him, Taein-samchon silently aligns a few of the papers scattered on his desk. “Your parents worry about you a lot, likely more than they should.”

His mouth twists into a grimace, though Jaeseop can't understand why. Parents are supposed to worry about their children, especially when they only have one. He's lucky to have people who worry about him, people who care about him.

“I’m doing my best to alleviate those worries. Many would be grateful to be in your position. It would be a mistake on your part to simply throw it away.”

Jaeseop pushes back. “I don’t see why I have to be an idol.” He’s never wanted the spotlight, not like Mingeun or Haksu or Andrew or anyone else. He’d rather be behind the scenes, a perfectly anonymous figure content to hide in the shadows.

“It will give you a different perspective. I don’t expect you to fully understand now, but I hope you’ll thank me in the future. I’m trying to give you everything you need to succeed. All you have to do is agree.”

As much as he doesn’t want to, Jaeseop thinks he understands. “You want a successor.”

His uncle nods. “It would be ideal. Dasol is going to get the family business, and you don't want to wait tables forever, do you?”

He references one of Jaeseop's two second cousins, who might as well be his first, because he has no first cousins. Dasol is the eldest of his generation, currently demonstrating an aptitude for the modern hotel industry by graduating with a hospitality degree from a slightly less mediocre university than Jaeseop’s.

“It’s not forever,” he says, because it’s not. His job is something to tide him over while he's studying, to give him an illusion of independence, as if he won't disappear into Taein-samchon’s business as soon as he graduates.

“You should quit.”

First he has to break up with his girlfriend, and now he has to quit his job?

“Someone else could do it. Like Haksu, since you like him so much.”

Taein-samchon seems to consider it. “He’s a possibility. I would rather it be you. I know I can trust you more than him.”

Naming Haksu was a mistake. He’d prefer if he could limit Haksu’s influence, and in the best case scenario, find a better reason to get rid of him entirely. He knows Mingeun would agree with that assessment.

Jaeseop stands. “If I’m going to be your heir, then I want a say in the group, and I want Mingeun.”

He bows politely, not as Taein’s nephew, but as his employee. “Good night, Sajangnim.”

2021

Jaeseop's day is immediately ruined when Taein calls. His grand plans of spending the weekend at Seoyeon's house and impressing her grandparents with his potential as a grandson-in-law come crashing down. He excuses himself from the seotda game, which might be one of the rudest actions he could take in the moment. Seoyeon shoots him a questioning glance, even as she reveals her winning hand and takes the pot.

He shakes his head slightly and answers the phone, heading for the silence of the empty bedroom he sleeps in when he stays at her house. It was her older sister's, until she moved in with her own husband. Even now, the paint peels in perfect squares where posters were taped to the walls, and the pink headboard at the head of the bed is a mainstay.

He shuts the door behind him and sits on the bed.

Taein doesn't bother with greetings. Instead, he sounds more tired than he normally does when he asks, "If you could start from the beginning, who would you choose as the center?"

His tiredness isn't really a surprise, given that he's in the beginning of his divorce proceedings. The question is more of a surprise. It could have been a text message. If it was 2017 or 2018, and he didn't know any better, his first choice would be Mingeun. But he knows Taein has always disliked him, and so he wouldn't dare make that suggestion at all. That, and Fable would already have imploded by this point in time, with Mingeun's scandal and all.

They're quickly leaving their rookie years, and that means Jaeseop knows better. He weighs his options. The first people he eliminates are Mingeun and Andrew. Taein would never let either of them hold the center position, no matter how well Jaeseop made his case.

"Today, if you would, Jaeseop." His uncle's words slice through his thoughts.

There's really only one answer he can give. "Byeonghwi."

No matter what way he looks at it, it makes sense. Byeonghwi is young, he's personable, his public image is flawless, he'll never have a girlfriend, and he's good at what he does.

"An interesting choice. You are allowed to choose yourself."

"I do not want to be center," Jaeseop says fiercely, adjusting the way his phone rests on his shoulder. The years have done nothing to make him crave the spotlight. He daydreams about Seoyeon’s anonymous corporate job, just another cog in the machine. He envies her for that, though he'd never admit it.

"It would be a very good opportunity for you." He rambles on a bit more about how Jaeseop has potential, and if he has these talents, he should really put them to good use, and it's a waste if he doesn't.

Jaeseop picks at a loose thread on the comforter until his uncle finishes speaking. "I don't want to do it," he says again. It might be selfish of him. Even if he does have a natural inclination for music and rhythms and dance, does that mean he's obligated to hone it and show it off?

"Byeonghwi-ssi doesn't want to be an idol."

Jaeseop tucks away that piece of news, and says, "I never wanted to be an idol. He'll do a better job than I ever could. Haksu does well enough already."

That isn't true. What Haksu is good at is hogging the spotlight. When he's the center, he might as well be the only one on the stage. Jaeseop has tried to broach the subject before, gentling poking and prodding to try and uncover the reasoning behind Haksu's iron grip on the center position and every solo opportunity that comes their way. It was a steep slope: once he landed the first few gigs, he was the only one requested.

Taein is silent for a few seconds. Jaeseop checks to make sure he didn't hang up. "He may not have been the best choice. It might be time for a change."

It might be because he lives near Haksu and works with him every day, but Jaeseop finds Taein’s observations a few years too late. He knew that from the day Haksu arrived. "If you insist on a change, it should be Byeonghwi. I've got one foot in a retirement home." He says it lightly, despite being perfectly aware of the online conversations of his age, and how half their group should never have debuted in their mid-twenties.

"You're still young," Taein says dismissively. It's funny, coming from a man who once convinced teenagers to audition for SM Entertainment. He didn't scout Mingeun, but Jaeseop is mostly certain that he would have, if he was presented with the perfect timing.

"Byeonghwi is younger." He does feel the slightest tinge of guilt for trying so hard to push this on their youngest member.

"Convince me."

Jaeseop suppresses the urge to sigh and runs his hand through his hair. Taein doesn't do this because he hates him. In the beginning, that might have been true. Now, it's the opposite. It's to push him to think through his decisions, to consider each and every outcome before he makes a choice. Jaeseop might be the one making the bed, but all eight of them—and the company—will have to lie in it.

“He's the youngest. That gives him the most time to act as our center, and puts him in a more relatable position to our fans. His age also makes him the most malleable for you.” The words leave a bad taste in Jaeseop’s mouth, like Byeonghwi is less of a person and more of an object. It’s precisely because Byeonghwi is the youngest and knows little else other than school and idol life that gives him both an air of innocence and makes him susceptible to Taein’s—and now Jaeseop’s—puppeteering.

“He’s the most well-behaved. He hasn’t found himself in any major scandals yet, and I think it’s unlikely there will be any in his near future. I know the same thing can be said about Haksu so far, and that’s why they’d make a good match. Between the timeline and his public image, he’s the best choice you have for the highest ROI.” This is a business conversation, so he adds the last part as an almost second thought. He pauses for a breath, and to let his uncle interrupt. Taein doesn’t say anything, which makes Jaeseop uneasy. With no facial cues or body language to guess at how he feels, Jaeseop forges on.

“He works well with Haksu,” he says, though that isn’t quite the full truth. Haksu doesn’t work well with anyone, and Byeonghwi works well with almost everyone, and so that has to count for something. Besides, Taein doesn’t know everything about their interpersonal relationships, and Jaeseop would love to keep it that way. “They have a good dynamic that no one else matches with Haksu. He’s the only one that can stomach and even compete with Haksu’s favorite soulmate lines he says multiple times a shoot to the cameras.”

Eunsu is right there, but his act with Haksu has always been that—an act. Jaeseop doesn’t want to push him too far, before he puts up more walls to along with the walls he already has.

“Where does skill become part of this conversation?” Taein asks.

The question takes Jaeseop by surprise. He pauses to reconsider, because skill wasn’t part of his decision at all. Byeonghwi is skilled, but only enough to get by. “If I name Mingeun instead, would you hear me out?”

“No.” Taein doesn’t even have to think about it.

“Then it doesn’t matter,” Jaeseop says. “There are other important aspects of being an idol.”

“And do you think those other aspects would help convince Byeonghwi-ssi to think he wants to be an idol?”

“I don’t know,” he says, carefully and honestly. He doesn’t want to be an idol either, and being center would exacerbate those feelings, not improve them. But he’s not Byeonghwi, and so he hopes their youngest member’s reasons differ.

“Very well,” his uncle says. “I want you to convince the board of the same thing. I’ll introduce you to them next week, and you’ll have as long as you like to make your case.”

Jaeseop nearly recoils. This conversation is taxing enough already. And isn't convincing his uncle the important part? Why does he have to convince the investors as well?

“Isn’t this your decision to make?”

Taein makes some kind of incomprehensible noise. “They should be involved this time. I made the executive decision with Haksu-ssi, and very few of them agreed. Seobum-ssi wanted Byeonghwi-ssi from the beginning. I expect it won’t be too difficult.”

Call him a skeptic, but Jaeseop doesn’t believe him.

Four days later, he sits in the only Zenith Entertainment conference room and makes a few extremely minor changes to his presentation. He rehearsed it yesterday in front of just his uncle, who deemed it not good, but acceptable. Even Jaeseop himself is capable of recognizing it as a rather weak argument. He had few other options.

The first arrival is a man roughly Taein’s age. Jaeseop spares him only a quick glance, and his main impression is brown, from his jacket to his pants to his belt to his shoes.

“That seat is reserved for today’s guest,” Taein says, and Jaeseop looks up to see him motioning the man away from the chair directly to his left.

Jaeseop is the guest. Dread settles itself deeper and heavier in his stomach. He alternates between the left and right arrow keys, trying to figure out where exactly in his slide the center is.

“Your presentation is as good as it can be. Have a seat.” Taein’s words are more command than suggestion, so Jaeseop returns to the opening slide and sits reluctantly between his uncle and his uncle’s company’s investor.

“Cheolhwan, this is my nephew, Jaeseop. Jaeseop, one of my good friends, Cheolhwan.”

The introductions are succinct. The idea of Taein having friends is one Jaeseop never even considered. Not to mention he’s Taein’s nephew now—not his employee, not a member of Fable, but Taein’s flesh and blood. He wonders if that knowledge was less common than he thought.

Cheolhwan starts a sentence, but falls silent when the door opens again.

Jaeseop twists in his seat, and this time, he recognizes his uncle’s business partner, Jinguk. It might be his middle-class upbringing speaking more than anything else, but Jaeseop has never liked him. He doesn’t understand how his uncle came to work with him, or how it’s an even partnership at all.

“Some of us have other obligations. I trust this is as pressing as you made it seem,” Jinguk says.

“You, of all people, might find it the most enlightening,” is Taein’s quick response.

Jinguk’s sentiments are echoed mere seconds later.

An obscenely large handbag enters first, followed by the woman behind her. Her gaze locks on to Taein as she says, “For your sake, Taein-ssi, I sincerely hope this is necessary. I postponed a meeting with an important client for this.”

Almost immediately behind her is another man, much younger than everyone else, to Jaeseop’s surprise. “I agree with Gyeongwon-ssi on this one. I’m looking forward to the day you decide to join us in the twenty-first century and hold a virtual meeting, Taein-ssi.”

Unlike everyone else, he alone takes stock of Jaeseop. “Jaeseop-ssi? What a pleasant surprise.”

When he speaks, it does sound like he’s pleasantly surprised. Jaeseop is supposed to minimize his interactions with everyone else and let Taein do most of the talking for him, so he simply nods.

The man crosses the room and sticks out his hand, and this time, Jaeseop has no choice but to stand and accept. “Jung Seobum. Daehan Ventures. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Jaeseop is an idol, and therefore something of a professional at polite, surface level conversation. “It’s nice to meet you. I’d like to say I’ve heard a lot about you, but unfortunately, my uncle loves his secrets.”

For some reason, that gets a laugh out of Seobum. “I see the resemblance.”

Taein interrupts. “It would be best for all of us if we begin shortly.”

Chastised, Jaeseop takes his seat again.

The next hour passes in a blur. He does his presentation: much of the same notes he hit over his phone call with Taein, but from a more practical perspective, with numbers and figures and future projections to back up his claims. He stumbles once in his introduction, and then again later on, when he accidentally makes eye contact with Jinguk. It could have gone, he reflects, much, much worse.

The questions turn out to be much, much worse. Jaeseop buckles under the onslaught. Why not Eunsu? (Jinguk, because his public image is too intertwined with Haksu to ever separate them.) Is there something wrong with Haksu? (Cheolhwan, no.) Why not Jaeseop? (Taein again, because Byeonghwi is simply better by every metric Jaeseop chose.) Who picked Haksu in the first place? (Gyeongwon, Taein answered this one with a terse, “Me.”) Will Byeonghwi really increase album sales by twenty-five percent? (Seobum, yes, if he splits Haksu’s solo opportunities.) Are there any other reasons that place Byeonghwi over the rest of them? (Jinguk, no more important ones.)

Taein is the one who puts an end to it, likely when he tires of Jaeseop’s fumbled answers. “I assume we’ve all heard enough. All in favor of Jaeseop-ssi’s proposal?” He leaves Jaeseop himself standing at the front of the room, in front of the slide asking for questions that Jaeseop now regrets adding.

To his surprise, the vote is unanimously in his favor. Gyeongwon makes one quip about his presentation sounding like something Taein would put together, but agrees with him anyway.

The polite parting conversation has more thinly veiled barbs than Jaeseop would have thought, though the reasoning for it all remains unclear in the fog of his mental exhaustion. He’s thankful to have a seat again, at the very least.

“Was that all so terrible?” Taein asks once they’re alone again.

“No,” Jaeseop admits.

“You’ll improve in the future. It was acceptable for your first time.”

He nods. The idea of repeating that experience remains entirely repulsive, despite knowing he survived it once and he could survive it again. He thinks he should feel proud, like he accomplished something. He feels mostly tired and relieved, more than anything else.

“Is there anything else you need from me?” he asks. The unspoken question is more along the lines of asking permission to leave.

Taein dismisses him with a flick of his hand, like Jaeseop is just another task he crossed off his to-do list. “You’re free to go. I’ll let Byeonghwi-ssi know the good news.”

Jaeseop nods again. He hopes the news is good.

2024

“Your friend Jinguk is scouting Andrew,” Jaeseop says without preamble, squeezing in next to Taein at the table.

A few of the other participants glare at him, and he glares right back, irritated by Andrew and tired from sprinting for trains to get here as fast as possible and annoyed by his uncle's habits.

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Taein says, lifting the corners of his cards for only a few seconds before laying them flat again. He pushes a few poker chips into the center to match the man on his right.

This is all so illegal, Jaeseop’s skin crawls. “You invited me here. This is serious.”

Taein divides his pile of chips into a neat stack and pushes it to Jaeseop. “If you’re here, you need to play. A few rounds, and then we’ll talk.”

Jaeseop pushes them back. “I’m not interested.”

“Don’t cause a scene.” His uncle’s voice is frigid, so he gives in.

He loses all three games he plays. The other participants play fast, betting chips and accepting cards according to some rules Jaeseop doesn’t understand. He learns to fold on the second round, after watching Taein do the same, and then gives up on the third before he can lose the rest of Taein’s chips.

As soon as his three rounds are done, he gives them back to his uncle, who simply hands them off to the current round’s dealer and politely excuses himself.

“They have no monetary value. Gambling is illegal,” Taein says by way of a shitty explanation as they approach the bar.

He flags down the bartender and orders a vodka sidecar.

Jaeseop, who knows full well he isn’t vodka’s greatest fan, fears desecrating his good image in front of his uncle more than a bad drink. “I’ll have the same.”

Two glasses appear in a matter of seconds, and Taein takes a long sip before he says, “You’re overreacting. Andrew-ssi won’t leave.”

“He might. He’s considering it, and he didn’t tell you anything about it.” He doesn’t know if he expects Taein to be hurt or surprised by that news. It just seemed like something he should mention. He wishes Andrew never found himself caught up in this situation, stuck between a rock—an offer he shouldn’t turn down—and a hard place—Taein’s extremely hard head. Of course he had to go and attract the attention of the richest, most powerful person in the room.

He tries his drink and does his best to hide his displeasure.

“He won’t,” Taein says firmly. “I assume you spoke to him about it.”

“I did.” Jaeseop is loath to give up that information. He didn’t talk to Andrew because he was worried about the future of the company. He talked to Andrew because Andrew is his friend, and he brought it up first.

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” He looks like he might say more, but Jaeseop speaks first instead.

“You don’t know that. You don’t know him at all. You don’t know all the promises Jinguk made to him for everything you refuse to give him.”

“Jaeseop. We are in public.” Taein’s voice slices through his tirade, and he stops.

He wasn’t shouting, but he was louder than the quiet hum of the rest of the room. He lowers his voice. “You don’t know what decision he’s going to make.”

“And you do? You know Jinguk-ssi won’t keep his promises.”

“I know that. I can’t say the same for Andrew.”

Andrew is smart, but also incredibly stupid. Jaeseop knows everything he was promised is too good to be true: the solo debut, the promotions, the attention, the ability to go home. That doesn’t mean Andrew recognizes it.

“You said you spoke with him. Did you not emphasize that to him?” Taein drains the dregs of his drink.

Jaeseop isn’t sure when that happened. His glass is still nearly full. He takes another sip. He doesn’t want to answer that, so he counters with a proposal. “You should give him a solo before your so-called friend does.”

“And why,” Taein says slowly, every inch a businessman, “would I do that?”

“You’re closer to losing him than you think, and if you lose him, you lose all of Fable. He writes our music. It’s his name that’s synonymous with our sound. He should have the opportunity to develop as a musician on his own.”

“I would think that after all these years, you would have a better understanding of how decisions are to be made.” He’s infuriatingly smug. “You should have tried, say, to make a case for increased visibility or as a return on investment. It’s unfortunate that neither of those possibilities will turn out to be true.”

Jaeseop has one more trick up his sleeve, another trump card he doubts his uncle paused to consider. It has nothing to do with profits, and everything to do with Taein’s flagging relationship with Jinguk. He holds his uncle’s gaze. “I’m not an idiot. I know Jinguk doesn’t want Andrew because he thinks he’s talented or he could be famous. That’s your job, not his. He wants him to undermine you, or something similar. You shouldn’t give him that opportunity, because you can give Andrew whatever Jinguk has to offer.”

In the past, speaking his mind like this would overwhelm Jaeseop, no matter how confident he was in his ideas. Of course, his uncle's constant disparaging of him was a major contributor. They rarely saw eye-to-eye on any topic. Now, he's not even supposed to be here, cleaning up the messes everyone else leaves behind, and so he cares much less about what Taein will say. He's pissed at his uncle for making him spell out all the details, and he's pissed at Andrew for catching Jinguk’s attention in the first place, and he's pissed at Jinguk for threatening to ruin the tenuous compromise between Andrew and Taein for Andrew's creative freedom.

“You make some astute observations,” Taein says after a long period of silence, and Jaeseop burns with the almost compliment.

“If that were to happen,” he continues, with a heavy emphasis on the if, “certain sacrifices would have to be made.”

Jaeseop can't imagine a sacrifice that would be worse than Andrew's departure, and he tries hard to think of one. Images of headlines and news articles and countless social media posts speculating theory after theory of the disagreements behind Zenith Entertainment’s closed doors swirl through his mind instead, no matter how hard he tries to banish them.

“It's fine,” he says, hoping the rest of the group can weather whatever he just signed them up for.

“Very well,” Taein says with a finality Jaeseop has been waiting just about forever to hear. “I'll speak to Andrew-ssi about it.”

“Keep me out of it,” Jaeseop suggests. “He knows as well as anyone I'm not supposed to be working.”

“He'll guess you had a part in it. You're too involved now to back out.”

Jaeseop knows this, but he hopes Andrew can have one slightly less perceptive day or week or month and not bring him into the conversation. He nods, and then tries—and fails—to agree with Taein's choice of alcohol for the third time.

Taein makes an exaggerated show of checking his phone. “I have a match to return to.”

It's a dismissal Jaeseop is only too happy to hear. He slides easily out of his seat. “I'm looking forward to Andrew's album.”

Taein grimaces, but doesn't say anything in return.

By the time Jaeseop leaves, his uncle has already resumed his position at the table, as if he was never there at all.

Less than a week later, Andrew sends him a text. I didn't know you were a snitch. Thanks, I guess.

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That there are Canadians slobbering all over themselves to praise Trump will never not baffle me. As much as they like to talk about how Americans are all brainwashed sheep they sure do eat up maga yankee propaganda.

Yeah, I know Trump is very popular in outright conservative areas of the country like white rural Ontario and the entirety of Alberta, but even in a 'liberal' (lol) city like Toronto, a lot of people love him - like, back in 2016, I didn't see this myself bc I was working, but my co-worker witnessed a massive crowd of white supremacists taking up two floors of one of the mall's entrance to chant, 'WHITE POWER' to celebrate his election (my co-worker was white, but she came back shaking and scared); recently, I think I forgot to write about this, but I was on the bus, and this white guy was wearing THE MAGA hat, albeit a new one that said said 45-47, and it's like, first, you are not even in the US, and second, this was like, an alt queer guy, but I guess he's white and racist first.

The sad thing though is that the anti-Trump crowd in Canada sucks just as bad bc they are also racist white supremacists who are only mad at Trump bc he said mean things about Canada and tariffs, which basically made Canadians (and not just the white ones either) turn into turbo nationalists and fascists in return, while acting like they are not fascists - but like, lol those people are running around in black shirts emblazoned with Canadian flags, screaming CANADA FIRST and ELBOWS UP (I still don't know what even means and I don't care), yelling at people to eat Canadian maple cookies and use Canadian paper towels to protect Canadian sovereignty from the US invaders, and it's like, man, I hope both imperialist white supremacist settler colonies just kill each other, and the land and real sovereignty is returned to Indigenous people.

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THE BELKO EXPERIMENT (2016)

It is just a social experiment, bro, calm down, bro! But seriously this movie is a trip of an experiment and I am glad I am only watching and not participating. Interesting premise and execution (ha). Worth a watch if you are a sick ticket like the rest of us who are fascinated with what kind of folks are going to work with “trackers” in their heads. So put down your copy of Lord of the Flies, it’s Belko Experiment time.

⭐⭐⭐.5

Our movie begins with “I Will Survive” playing in Spanish. Very cheeky. We meet a new employee who just did her onboarding by having a tracker placed inside her because of how often people are kidnapped in Columbia (where this movie takes place), yikes. One day there is extra security with guns and such, a voice on the loudspeaker tells them all that there are 80 of them and in half an hour two (2) of them have to be dead. This starts a bit of a panic in the office, this can’t be real, right? But just in case let’s all get the fuck out of here anyway. Nope, they can’t do that either because the building is decked out in these armored doors that cover the entire first floor (even the walls) and every window going up the entire building (wack). This way our workers know they are good and truly fucked.

Thirty minutes comes time and boom, four (4) different people have their heads imploded by the trackers that they have implanted in the backs of their heads/necks. Now everyone is really scared. The next task given to them by the evil voice over the intercom is to have 30 people dead in two (2) hours. YIKES. If the workers do not succeed the evil overlords will kill 60 of them. WACK AND A HALF. This movie went from zero (0) to 60 in no time at all. Now people are really starting to divide on what they think is right to do. Some think it is best to make a banner that maybe cars will see but others are starting to think about hunting their friends… Couple Mike and Leandra struggle with the opposition.

Without much warning the three office workers who are keen on killing stab the security guard, hit Mike in the head, and take Leandra hostage. It was pretty rude. They wanted the keys to the armory though so they could get the guns and go on a rampage, I’m guessing. I’m sort of right! They herd the workers to the lobby like sheep, lambs to slaughter. The boss divides up who lives and who dies and then starts blasting away but our new hire doesn’t agree with this so she cuts the power. Everyone starts running around like crazy and shots are being fired in the dark hitting random people. But they never get to kill 30 people before the time runs out so 60 total are killed. Big bummer. The final task is to be the last man standing with the most kills tallied (fucking yikes). This flips a switch very quickly in some of our workers who right away get to hacking up their fellow man.

The new girl who had made it to the very end (and only accidentally killed one person) gets shot directly in the head by the boss, it sucked, but then we get down to it just being the boss and the couple left. Oh no! The boss shoots Leandra and she dies! Mike goes on a rampage now because that was his girl. He brutally defeats the boss with a tape dispenser (yeah, yikes) and then is declared the winner because he is the only one left. Congratulations. Mike is then grabbed by guards and ushered out to the airplane hangar where the base of operations for the bad guys is (whoever the fuck they are). They want to survey him on his experience. But here is the thing, some of the nerdy characters throughout the movie were taking the implants from the back of people's heads who didn’t get their implants exploded and Mike took them so he has a pocket full of bombs WHICH he planted on every person in the room with him now. There is a mad dash for the switches and Mike detonates the bombs, killing the bad guys and just avoiding setting off the bomb in his own head… What a lucky guy. But then we zoom out and he is still being watched, there are even bigger baddies than the ones Mike just killed. This was only the first part of the test. Womp womp. End of movie.

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Rachel's Character Sheet (Redo/2025 UPDATE)

WARNING: There may be themes that could trigger so please be careful while reading (Mentions: Mention of Bullying)

Face Claim: Ella Purnell

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Name: Rachelle (Rachel) Aria Jones O’Neil

Meaning: It’s a French name, meaning “Lamb”. Often people assume that because it looks and sounds a bit like Rachel it is the same name and the same meaning, but this is not so. The name Rachel is in Hebrew for female sheep or ewe and, although it is the root name for Rachelle, they do have differing meanings. Often people need to be reminded that the extra ‘I’ and ‘e’ are not just for decoration.

Age: This all takes into the TMNT 2014/2016 timeline in this au I have made April and Casey a bit older so it would mean that April was with the baby turtles at the time even longer, as Rachel starts at 15 years old in 2014 film, later on, she is 17 years old during the 2016 film (As the film is declared to be two years after the first one), and 18 years old on the aftermath of the 2016 film; Future AU aftermath they would be in their 20s.

Birthdate: December 4th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Physical Traits:

Height: 5’2”

Hourglass body

Soft Ivory Skin, light rose cheeks

In the 2014 film, she had medium/long semi-wavy hair golden brown hair with bangs always in a ponytail but in the 2016 film, she had short/medium shoulder length, straight golden brown hair with bangs in a ponytail, etc.

In the 2014 film, she has brown hazel eyes but in the 2016 film; her eye color can change between completely light gray or her original eye color after succeeding in her powers and training

Has many small beauty marks all over her body and a few on her face (Two under the corner of her right eye and one under the corner of her left eye)

Style: She’s always in a shirt with pants/shorts but if she’s feeling it; performs she’ll wear skirts and dresses.

2014 film: 5 different outfits shown

When April comes home about remembering the turtles: Gray hoodie, black shorts, knee-high socks, two low ponytails

First encounter with the turtles: White shirt, navy high-waist jeans, black Converse, high ponytail w/bangs

Performance after stopping Shredder: (Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson/Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne/Heart Attack by Demi Lovato) White polo shirt, black cargo pants, Timberland boots, Dutch braid w/bangs

After the performance, meeting up with the turtles: Black hoodie, wavy hair w/bangs, dark gray leggings, black Converse

(Performances are from her high school and mostly are the careers of the girls)

Aftermath of the 2014 film: TBA

2016 film: 6 different outfits shown

This would take a few days before the 2016 film starts) High school uniform: Navy blue blazer w/school logo, white short sleeve button shirt, navy blue with multi-colored white/orange/yellow outlined pleaded skirt, multi-colored white/orange/yellow tie, and shoulder length hair w/bangs

Exposes her powers in front of April when the turtles come back from the Knicks game; Splinter and the turtles already know about her powers btw: Red t-shirt, light blue high-waist skinny jeans, red Converse, hair down lose

Performing while being grounded for keeping her powers hidden but Raphael helps her sneak out and perform with her best friends, it goes into Shredder’s escape: Cheer Up by TWICE (Sana’s light teal/white dress outfit)/4 Walls by F(x) (Luna’s red top navy blue pants outfit) /Me Gustas Tu by GFRIEND (yerin's blue jumper outfit)/Gold by Britt Nicole (Pastel pink off the shoulder shirt, white high-waist skinny jeans, white Converse, hair down)

Shows up with the turtles when the turtles meet Casey/also when the turtles come back from the police station exposed: Lilac/white pleated dress knee length, white Converse, hair down

Fighting with Jax, Shredder’s son during Krang fight -Story later on-) -Just think about Winx Club Believix outfits but in hues of red and her hair is down just during her form- -I still don’t have an official art of it so ye TvT-

Update:

Turtles get rewarded the key to the city: Cream/light beige sweater, black knee-length skirt, black leggings, timberland boots

Future AU: TBA

Personality: Rachel is a nice person by default, April and Casey showed her how to care a lot for her family and friends, she was bullied at a very young age (4-5 years old) but she didn’t let it get to her (until 6-7th grade) as her best friends (Masami, Taliana, Leah, Millyanna, and Oliver) where there for her as she would be there for them. She respects everyone (especially Splinter and her parents) unless they lose that respect because she WILL show the same attitude to that person.

But she also brings herself down if she can’t understand a situation which makes her panic and have extreme anxiety because she doesn’t want to let anyone down. She has a very good memory as she can remember things at the age of 2 years old and at times it scares Casey because she says it with high details, April got used to it since Rachel helps her with her reports and would say the most random things that may or may not concern others.

Her anxiety has made it difficult for her to connect with people (especially when she met the turtles) and whenever it has to do with a project at school, she’ll panic for days but it all goes away when she is reminded that she can do it. If someone gets her in a bad mood, she’ll lose it and start being rude to others around her so at times she just stays in her bedroom so she won’t hurt anyone with her words (later on her powers that were getting out of control).

She has always wanted a relationship with her special someone, who turned out to be a huge, short-tempered turtle. She still loves him, though, as she has found ways to calm him down. She has become more open to him and the other turtles and talks as if they have known each other since childhood. As time passes, she’ll always have them as her family and forever be grateful for them all.

Some of Her Favorites:

Color: Pastel colors, Red, and Gray

Music: K-pop, J-pop, Lofi, and Pop

Book: This One Summer by Mariko Tamaki

Hobbies: Scrapbooking, Singing, Dancing, Reading, Spending time with Raphael, and Being a menace to Leonardo cuz why not

Relationships with Others:

Mom, April O’Neil: She is very close to her mom as she has been with her since birth and is very protective of her, at times she would take her journalistic duties the majority of her time and not look at Rachel for days which she has regretted doing but it did make them distant for a long time as until meeting the turtles. Later on, when she found out about Rachel’s powers; she felt like Rachel didn’t trust her to even explain to her which led them to have a huge argument and they didn’t talk to each other for days until Rachel found out she was in jail because of the turtles breaking into police headquarters; they regain their trust in each other and start to have that mother-daughter relationship that they started with

Key Dynamic: A loving but firm mother who refuses to let her daughter doubt herself.

Leonardo: Leo would be a pillar of stability in Rachel’s life. As someone who understands pressure and responsibility, he’d see a bit of himself in her struggles with anxiety. He’d encourage her to breathe, focus, and take things one step at a time whenever she panics. When Rachel doubts herself, Leo reminds her of how much she’s already overcome. He’d also respect that she doesn’t give out trust easily and would patiently let her open up in her own time. Rachel, in turn, would help Leo let loose once in a while, reminding him that it’s okay to take breaks and not always be the one in charge.

Key Dynamic: A mentor-like guide who helps her find confidence, while she reminds him to embrace life beyond leadership.

Raphael: As Rachel’s love interest, Raph would struggle with balancing his protectiveness and personal temper. He wouldn’t always know how to handle her anxiety, especially when she spirals into self-doubt, but over time, he’d learn to be patient and reassuring instead of just telling her to “toughen up.” Rachel, on the other hand, would be one of the few people who can calm Raph down when he gets angry. She’d have ways to soothe him when he’s frustrated, whether through gentle words, physical contact, or simply knowing when to let him cool off. Raph would also be fiercely protective of Rachel, even when she doesn’t need it. If anyone disrespects or hurts her, his first instinct would be to throw hands—but Rachel’s presence would remind him to handle things more maturely. Despite his rough exterior, Raph would soften significantly around her, even if he pretends not to care in front of the others.

Key Dynamic: Passionate, fiery love with deep understanding and mutual protection

Donatello: Donnie would be fascinated by Rachel’s ability to recall memories with extreme detail, often asking her random questions just to see how much she remembers. In return, Rachel would be one of the few people patient enough to listen to Donnie’s long-winded science explanations. Since both of them tend to overthink things, Donnie would help Rachel organize her thoughts, while Rachel would remind Donnie to take breaks and not overwork himself. When Rachel is having a panic attack, Donnie might try to analyze it scientifically at first, but he eventually learns that sometimes, people don’t need logic—they just need comfort.

Key Dynamic: A friendship built on mutual intelligence, patience, and emotional support.

Michaelangelo: Mikey would instantly adore Rachel, seeing her as someone who needs more happiness and fun. Whenever she locks herself away because of anxiety or a bad mood, Mikey is the first to show up with pizza, a goofy joke, or a movie night plan to pull her out of her funk. He doesn’t force her to talk; he just ensures she knows she’s loved and not alone. Rachel might get frustrated with Mikey’s carefree nature at times, especially when she’s stressed, but she’d eventually realize that his energy is exactly what she needs to keep herself from spiraling. Mikey also loves teasing Rachel and Raph’s relationship, constantly making jokes about their “angry but adorable love.”

Key Dynamic: Her emotional sunshine who reminds her to smile, even on the darkest days

Master Splinter: Splinter would immediately see the emotional weight Rachel carries, and he’d make it his mission to guide her toward inner strength and control. He’d teach her meditation techniques to help with her anxiety, giving her a way to calm herself when emotions spiral. Splinter would also offer wisdom when she doubts herself, reminding her that strength comes in many forms—not just physical, but emotional as well. Over time, he’d come to see her as one of his own children, offering quiet but firm support whenever she needed it. Rachel, in turn, would look up to him with deep respect, always seeking his advice when she feels lost.

Key Dynamic: A mentor-student relationship where Rachel learns to control her fears, while Splinter helps her see her true strength.

Dad, Casey Jones: She has made it possible to be daddy’s baby forever as she would do anything to be with Casey when she was little (calling him from elementary school to take her out cuz she is “too smart” which was true). Even with his job as a police officer/vigilante, he made it possible to not miss anything that was going on in Rachel’s life; he just didn’t expect that a 6’5” ninja turtle would become his daughter’s boyfriend, now that made him lose it. But he just wanted to make her happy and let her know that he was happy for her. Also, didn’t expect his daughter to have powers which he was chill about but still cautious.

Key Dynamic: A reckless but loving father who reminds her that she’s tougher than she thinks.

Masami & Jax: Both of them are Shredder’s children and twins but they are still close to Rachel as they also have powers and even fought with her against their father besides Jax as he was secretly following his father’s wishes

Leah & Oliver: Also twin siblings and Rachel’s friends with powers, they help as much as they can so Rachel wouldn’t have to stress too much as Rachel is the “Chosen one”

Taliana: Also friend with powers, she and Rachel have been friends since 1st grade when Rachel found her getting bullied but after that, they have been very close. Taliana also helps Rachel a lot with her calculations and other materials that seem too complicated for her

Millyanna: Millyanna and Rachel have a sister relationship as Rachel helps her so much and helps her with her confidence. Even though she is just like Pinky Pie from My Little Pony, she also has her serious moments with her powers while fighting alongside Rachel

Miscellaneous Information:

Rachel has been diagnosed with ADHD and Anxiety Disorder but isn’t talked about as much in the storyline

She has fire powers (Fire flames, lava, magma, etc.), telekinesis, gravity powers, voice changer power (Lets her talk like someone else’s voice) and the weapon that she uses is a bow and arrows which she can light on fire and a Scythe

She does use she/they and is Bi

Songs Matching Her Character:

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Disney Double Feature: Zootopia

Date: January 30, 2025

Day: 30

Content Watched: Zootopia

Year: 2016

Rating: PG

Run Time: 1 hr. 48 mins.

Why pair Zootopia with Fantastic Mr. Fox? It wasn't actually the con artist foxes that drew me in here, but the repeated mention of being wild animals. Now, I know a lot of people who don't like Zootopia. I'd even to hazard to ask which of these two movies were better, my husband and I would have opposite answers. But after watching it for what is only the second or third time, I feel it holds up pretty well. Let's talk about why.

First off, the animation. Now, Zootopia didn't wow me the way say, Loving Vincent did, but I can apprreciate what it did. The first scenes in Zootopia are evidence of why someone would want to make this film in the first place. There are some great visuals here--with all the animals of all different sizes milling about, and all the different additions the city has to function with so many different people living in it. There are tubes for the hamsters to get around, a giant air dryer for hippos who swim to work, a chute to get coffee up to giraffes. They even have a lot of visual humor, from the famous sloth DMV scene to the wolf in sheep's clothing as one of the police officers is given an undercover assignment at the end. And the animals themselves have all the standard mannerisms, like the movement of Judy's nose and Nick's ears. Plus, the opening shots of the city as Judy rides the train in are gorgeous, and some of the camera angles are really interesting too. As far as movement, there's plenty with all those people milling about the city, and no real static shots. Zootopia, like Persepolis and The Wind Rises, feels populated.

But I also really like the themes of Zootopia. Particularly, I like how the film shows that implicit bias is both prevelent and difficult to escape. Right from the beginning, Judy suspects Nick of being up to something shady because he's a fox. And even though she's told her parents that she doesn't believe their fear of foxes, she's still armed with her fox repellent, just in case. Even though she doesn't think of herself as biased, and she wants to believe she's not biased, she is.

This happens to all of us. No one free of making assumptions or having assumptions made about them. We assume innocence based on skin color, hobbies based on gender, education based on accent, work ethic based on weight, and intention based on ignorance. This is what I like about Zootopia. From "don't call me cute" to "you're a real... articulate fella," to the final scene in which Flash the sloth is speeding around town, everyone makes assumptions, and everyone has assumptions made about them. Incorrect assumptions are at the heart of the film.

All this brings me to this video that's been popping up on my YouTube feed for a while. Since I was watching Zootopia, I thought I'd give it a watch too, and the creator has some pretty valid things to say.

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I love this take on Zootopia. I love the things they noticed that I didn't, like Nick's surprise that Judy's family also grows blueberries being another sign of his own bias. And they point out just how important it is when Judy tells Nick "you're not like them." Again, we are all susceptible to believing individuals are exceptions to a rule rather than evidence that the rule is invalid. Truth be told, I don't know if I would have stopped to mention this scene if it hadn't been for the video. I'd have mentioned "if the world's only going to see a fox as shifty and untrustworthy, there's no point in trying to be anything else." Because this movie also shows us how we trap people into boxes with our assumptions--something that also happens to both Nick and Judy.

This is why I'm not sure that the original Zootopia movie they mention, with the shock collars, would work for me. While I think they have a point about the themes being simplified, I think this might simplify it too far in the other end, and might take away from this idea that Judy is also the victim of implicit bias. That everyone is. I do agree that more could be done to show that these are ingrained within us. That we pick them up from our parents and from society at large and don't even really notice. But I don't think the shock collars are the only way to have done this.

The shock collars could be a dark history of Zootopia. Or they could have even just had more world-building in that opening pageant to tell us how predators and prey came to live together and wear clothes and use cell phones in the first place. (Which would also give us more time with that lion cub doing the music. He's my favorite!) I'm not saying I have a problem with the conceit, but they could have used it to build centuries-long ingrained biases. Some kind of additional history or depiction of how we pick these things up from our parents could have jelled that. As for their complaint that everyone goes into a panic overly quickly about the predators going savage, I found it believable. Like Bellweather says, "fear always works."

Which leaves me with the complaint about coincidences. And when they line them all up... well, I guess that's a lot of coincidences. And yet, these don't bother me either? Sure, she just happens to have a run in with Nick, and that just happens to give her a clue, and the villain is barely in the story, but these are things I expect from procedurals. In fact, these are things I expect from mystery novels. When I read Listen of the Lie, I thought Matt was going to be the killer... until people started talking about him. Then I sat down and thought, "hmm... whose been on the periphery this whole time." Now, if you're going to tell me that's no excuse, especially considering the hissy fits I threw over Asami and "The Beach," well... you're right. It is no excuse. But it does reveal that I hold ATLA and Korra to higher standards that I hold Disney. Why? I don't know, actually. My best guess at the moment is that the creators of ATLA have proven that they hold themselves to a higher standard, and Disney seems less interested in telling good stories than it is about selling plushies. But if you have a different reason, let me hear it. Maybe it's just another implicit bias of my own.

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Thursday, October 10, 2024

More than 2.8 million without power as Hurricane Milton slams Florida, causes deaths and flooding (AP) Hurricane Milton plowed into Florida as a Category 3 storm, bringing misery to a coast still ravaged by Helene, pounding cities with winds of over 100 mph (160 kph) after producing a barrage of tornadoes, but sparing Tampa a direct hit. The storm tracked to the south in the final hours and made landfall Wednesday night in Siesta Key near Sarasota, about 70 miles (112 kilometers) south of Tampa. The situation in the Tampa area was still a major emergency as St. Petersburg recorded over 16 inches (41 centimeters) of rain, prompting the National Weather Service to warn of flash flooding there as well as other parts of western and central Florida. The storm knocked out power across a large section of Florida, with more than 2.8 million homes and businesses without power as of early Thursday. Before Milton even made landfall, tornadoes were touching down across the state. The Spanish Lakes Country Club near Fort Pierce, on Florida’s Atlantic Coast, was hit particularly hard, with homes destroyed and some residents killed. By early Thursday, the hurricane was a Category 1 storm with maximum sustained winds of about 90 mph (145 kph) as it churned about 30 miles (48 kilometers) south of Orlando.

In the hole (NYT) Sometime in the next two years, the federal debt will likely cross a worrisome threshold: It will exceed the size of the country’s annual economic output (or GDP) for the first time since 1946. There are a number of causes, but what these causes have in common is a federal government that seems incapable of paying its own bills—and an electorate that tells pollsters it cares about the federal debt but votes for politicians who support low taxes and high spending. I know that the federal debt can be a hard topic to think about, partly because budget scolds have been warning for years that it is too large. Then it keeps growing, and nothing bad seems to happen. Those scolds can sound like Aesop’s boy who cried wolf. But it’s worth remembering what happens at the end of that fable: Eventually, the boy was telling the truth, and a wolf really did come to eat the town’s sheep. Likewise, the federal government will eventually face consequences for spending more money than it raises in taxes. Already, the costs of high federal debt are evident. About one-seventh of all federal spending this year will cover interest payments on debt the government previously accumulated. Over time, interest payments will account for an even larger share of the federal budget, leaving less money for everything else. The interest payments mean that the longer the government waits to deal with its growing debt, the more painful the solution will need to be.

Voters in the US don’t directly elect the president (AP) The U.S. has a unique system for electing a president, the Electoral College. In modern times, it has put disproportionate voting power in the hands of a few states that are fairly evenly divided politically. That forces campaigns to dedicate most of their money to the so-called battleground states. There are seven of them this year—Arizona, Georgia, Michigan, Nevada, North Carolina, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin. The lack of attention to other states leaves voters in much of the country feeling as if they and the issues they care about are being overlooked during the presidential contest. In two of the last six U.S. presidential elections, candidates have lost the nationwide popular vote but won the presidency. This includes former President Donald Trump, who lost the popular vote to Democrat Hillary Clinton in 2016 by nearly 2.9 million but still won enough votes in the Electoral College to become president. This often sounds crazy to people who live in democracies in the rest of the world. The U.S. is the only country to have a system where voters select a body of electors with the sole function of choosing the president. In most other democracies, the president is directly elected through the popular will of the voters.

A Cartel Battle Turns a Mexican State Into a War Zone (NYT) Bodies dumped on the side of the road. Gun battles in upscale neighborhoods. Tractor-trailers set aflame on the highway. People plucked from their cars by armed men in broad daylight. This is what it looks like when war breaks out within one of the most powerful criminal mafias in the world, the Sinaloa Cartel, pitting two rival factions against each other in a bloody struggle to control a multibillion-dollar narco empire. The bloody struggle between two rival factions of one of the most powerful criminal mafias in the world, the Sinaloa Cartel, has cost Culiacán, a city of one million people, hundreds of millions of dollars in losses, business leaders say.

Biden’s Cuba Policy Leaves the Island a Wreck (Drop Site News) The sight of hungry people scavenging through dumpsters and panhandling was once more common in cities in the United States and Europe than in Havana. But a series of quiet moves, first by Trump, and now by Biden, have produced a humanitarian crisis throughout Cuba. Cuba has been sanctioned for longer than any other country in modern history. But almost a decade ago the Obama administration softened sanctions on the island and restored diplomatic relations with Havana, admitting that over half a century of immiserating the island had failed to oust the communist government. The economic rebound was swift. But in the final weeks of the Trump administration, the White House put Cuba back on the State Department’s list of state sponsors of terrorism, alongside Iran, Syria and North Korea, for nakedly political reasons and without providing evidence. Cuba watchers expected that Biden would restore Obama’s raft of achievements, as he had promised. Instead, Biden has one-upped Trump by going further than the previous administration in attacking Cuba’s tourism industry—the main engine of the island’s economy. Two years ago, the Biden State Department barred foreigners who visit Cuba from visa-free travel to the U.S. That meant that people from the United Kingdom, France, Spain and 37 other countries found out that a mere holiday in Cuba could forfeit their visa waiver, and many decided not to risk a visit to the island. The terror designation, together with more than 200 sanctions enacted against the island since Obama left office, has pulped the Cuban economy. By driving down people’s living standards and crushing the dream of a better tomorrow, the Trump-Biden sanctions have produced a mass exodus from the island of historic proportions.

Spanish olive trees find new home on Hungary’s slopes (Reuters) Wine maker Csaba Torok, who grows olives on Hungary’s warm southern slopes near Lake Balaton, believes his trees from southern Europe have found a successful new home as Europe’s climate gets warmer. As southern Europe is hit by more frequent droughts and scorching heatwaves, the areas where olive groves can flourish appear to be shifting northwards, he said. Hungary’s winters have become palpably milder over the past years. Europe is the fastest warming continent in the world, the European Environment Agency said last month. Spain, which usually supplies around 40% of the world’s olive oil, has suffered poor olive harvests in the past two years due to heatwaves and a prolonged drought, doubling olive oil prices to record levels.

So, Are You Pregnant Yet? China’s In-Your-Face Push for More Babies. (NYT) The first time a government worker encouraged Yumi Yang to have a baby, she thought little of it. She and her husband were registering their marriage at a local office in northeastern China, and the worker gave them free prenatal vitamins, which she chalked up to the government trying to be helpful. When an official later called to ask if she had taken them, and then called again after she did get pregnant to track her progress, Ms. Yang shrugged those questions off as well intentioned, too. But then officials showed up at her door after she had given birth, asking to take a photograph of her with her baby for their files. That was too much. Faced with a declining population that threatens economic growth, the Chinese government is responding with a time-tested tactic: inserting itself into this most intimate of choices for women, whether or not to have a child. Officials are not just going door to door to ask women about their plans. They have partnered with universities to develop courses on having a “positive view of marriage and childbearing.” At high-profile political gatherings, officials are spreading the message wherever they can.

U.N. says it’s ‘seeing the same patterns’ in Lebanon as in Gaza (Washington Post) The United Nations’ Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights is “seeing the same patterns that we saw in Gaza” in Lebanon, a spokesperson for the agency said in a video shared on social media Tuesday, as Israel continues its military campaign in Lebanon and Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu warned of the potential for “destruction and suffering like we see in Gaza.” Jeremy Laurence, the OHCHR spokesperson, said that in Lebanon, “the same means and methods of warfare that have been used” as in Gaza, “and as a result we are seeing civilians pay the ultimate price.” He also pointed to shuttered hospitals and mass displacement, among other parallels with Gaza. “The devastation is beyond belief for all people in Lebanon, as it is in Gaza,” he said. “We can’t let this happen again.”

In Gaza, children who survive Israel’s assault face a lifetime of trauma (NBC News) Osama Muhammad Abu Mustafa was convinced he would become an international soccer superstar. Playing on a local team at the municipal stadium in Khan Younis, southern Gaza, he envisioned a future “like Ronaldo.” He was 13. He was practicing soccer with his cousins when the bombs fell. “I had the ball—and then a missile fell,” he told NBC News’ crew on the ground in Gaza in an interview in his home, where he was still recovering months after the July 3 airstrike. What happened next is a blur, he said. But when he woke up, he was in a hospital bed, where he learned that one of his cousins, his aunt and her husband had been killed. He had also lost his left leg. “The occupation killed my dream,” Osama said. “They stole it from me.” Now, Osama struggles to find the will to leave his hospital bed, even in a wheelchair. Osama is one of hundreds of thousands of children whose lives have been shattered during Israel’s yearlong military offensive in Gaza. Like the rest of Gaza’s children, who make up about half of the strip’s population of 2.2 million, Osama bears no responsibility for the Oct. 7 attacks, nor the devastating war that followed. But children like him are paying a high price, with more than 16,900 killed, including dozens of infants under the age of 1, during the intensive Israeli bombing and ground operations.

Water gushes through sand dunes after a rare rainfall in the Sahara desert (AP) The Sahara desert in southeastern Morocco has flooded with more water than seen in decades, with two days of rain in September leading to several areas getting more rain in hours than they ordinarily would get in a year. The rain, an extratropical storm, has interrupted what has otherwise been six consecutive years of drought and will refill groundwater aquifers. Lake Iriqui, which is a lake bed that has been dry for the past 50 years, now had water rushing into it, and the village of Tagounite managed to get 100 millimeters of precipitation in a 24-hour period—unheard of.

A ‘Once-in-a-Lifetime’ Comet (NYT) Look up, stargazers: A comet discovered last year is getting brighter as it makes its closest pass by Earth later this week, and this could be humanity’s last chance to see the comet before it disappears into the cosmic depths. The celestial visitor is Comet Tsuchinshan-ATLAS, or C/2023 A3 to scientists. Astronomers are expecting the comet to be especially vivid, possibly rivaling the brightness of Jupiter in the night sky. The comet is expected to be at its brightest on Wednesday and potentially visible through the end of the month. “This one is, I would say, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” said Gianluca Masi, an astrophysicist based in Italy and the scientific director of the Virtual Telescope Project.

#headlines #news

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nosilhovette · 1 year ago

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❀ *◦ christian yu. demiboy. he/they. pansexual panromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that lee "bastian" sebastian ( nickname: erebus )? i think that the thirty year old from melbourne, australia works as owner of wrench it, cashier at dracula's coffin club, and member of the bastards, but outside of that people describe them as a symphony in an empty ballroom, bruises colouring your knuckles in blue and purple, taking a punch with a grin, scattered shards of a broken mirror, an aura of black following your every move, tenderness buried under the rubble. i hear they are capricious & cunning, but they are also known to be resolute & sharp-witted. consider giving them a visit at their home in kingpin trailer park, and get to know why they’re called the serpent. stats / pinterest

disclaimer: most, but not all, of the gifs found on this blog are mine, made from scratch. please do not save, repost, use or claim as your own.

BASICS

full name: lee sebastian

age: 30 years old

date of birth: march 22, 1994

hometown: melbourne, australia

gender: demiboy

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: pansexual/panromantic

occupation: owner of wrench it, cashier at dracula's coffin club

spoken languages: korean, english, american sign language

parents: unknown

siblings: unknown

BACKGROUND

TWS for implied abuse, mental illness, religion & substance abuse

sebastian's story begins in melbourne, australia, born at exactly 3:33 am ... to two extremely devout catholics. their child being born at ( in their beliefs ) a time that symbolized satanism brought great unrest, which would in turn be the very reason they abandoned him just years later. convinced that their son was possessed by the evil entity, or was the devil himself, when in actuality he was just a child who needed to be nurtured, their love turned to hate.

having gone so far as to have him exorcised, it was only a matter of time before they abandoned him, only six years old at the time. dissociative amnesia caused the more traumatic memories and their aftermaths to be lost in the depths of his mind; when he came back, he was in a ward of the foster care system. the life of torment he lived was over, but he couldn't escape the ghosts of it that haunted him, a permanent reminder burned onto his skin in the shape of a crucifix.

they called this child who'd forgotten his own name ezra, which was what he went by from that point on. the rest of his upbringing was spent in the foster care system, relocated more times than he could keep track of, never finding a place to call home, or a family to call his own.

harbouring a reputation, most of his peers thought of him in the same way his parents did. he wasn't an outgoing or obedient child, and his tendency to get into trouble only got worse in his teenage years. the black sheep of each home and social circle, sebastian's life was spent almost entirely alone; his only companion being the stray kitten that wandered the premises.

inevitably aging out of foster care, sebastian was faced with many more challenges. without any guidance or resources, he ended up in sydney with the feline, homeless for some time before getting recruited into a gang. there was much better company to be in, but it got him off of the streets and gave him some sort of purpose. he was, however, a snake in the grass. after a year of doing the dirty work and being shoved around, he sold the gang out, discreetly running off with the funds and taking off to seoul, south korea.

having changed his name before setting off, lee sebastian was finally born, and his life could finally begin. in time, he'd be swooped into the music industry, where he was finally thought of as something other than damned. the group achieved great success, and during this period, he began to explore his gender identity, ultimately discovering himself to be a demiboy, identifying as such going forward.

the waters grew rough late 2016, when symptoms of his very neglected mental health worsened. he began stray from the path and taint his idol image ( a concept that he hated ) – the life wasn't as perfect as it seemed. past habits returned, and substance abuse became a coping mechanism when times were especially tough. soon enough, he'd find himself back in the pits of hell.

bastian's inevitable departure from the industry was explosive and def left a mark. leaving the members behind, just as what had been done with the gang all those years ago ( except staying in touch this time ), bastian all but disappeared as he relocated to anchorage, alaska. while many didn't take what he accused the label of seriously, it came just 6 months before its shut down, following the situation with nikolai's group in 2017.

eventually finding a new place of belonging, bastian became a member of the bastards; the second gang he'd be a part of, but it was far less bullshit he'd have to put up with than the former. anchorage came to be his home, as fucked up and shrouded in mystery as it was, and this time, he wouldn't run away.

HEADCANONS

bastian still struggles with episodes of memory gaps and disassociation, and is diagnosed with a dissociative disorder that he does seek therapy / take medication for, as well as for his personality disorder.

even though he ditched the industry a long time ago, he still makes music of his own today as a creative outlet and is professionally known as bash, though he's more off the radar these days with a smaller but devoted fanbase.

was in a long-term relationship (with some off and on's) with nikolai up until recently. even though they're just friends now, he'll always be his first priority.

personality wise, may come across as cold and unwelcoming at first ( resting bitch face and being covered in tattoos probably doesn't help this ), but below that iciness is just a fucking dork. a grumpy but loveable one. he means well!!! generally speaking, he is easy enough to get along with if you don't mind that he's brutally honest and a little rough around the edges

he is notttt a patient person by any means. impatience is probably one of his biggest flaws, along with impulsivity which gets him in fucked up situations; they don't have time for any bullshit. the type of person to just walk away in the middle of a conversation if it's deemed a waste of time. also has a short fuse. sometimes u just gotta be like let's get u to bed grandpa FDHGJFDH

as a result of trauma, he has one white blind eye.

still has the cat from when he aged out of the foster system!!! she is 11 years old now and is a lil seal point siamese named danbi. loves her to death. has another siamese mix, a 4 year old named Jimothy that was adopted with nikolai – they coparent him. also has a black german shepherd named loki!!!

just another #mess added to the roster tbh. we love him

#anchorintro #abuse tw #mental illness tw #religion tw #trauma tw #substance abuse tw

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freshlybakedspiderbread · 2 years ago

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i've actually been tagged/asked to "put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!!" by more than one person :0 and after just the first one i was like 'eeeh i dunno', but now its like gosh i guess people are curious!

i knew it'd be something i'd have to think or be kinda insincerely selective about because even if I make sure not to list any touhou arranges (which is like 60-70% of all music i listen to lately >_>), i'd feel compelled to have a varied enough selection so i dont look like as huge a nerd as i am -_- But i probably won't be able to avoid that even now so whatever!! Here Goes, straight from either my phone, my spotify bookmarks, or youtube favourites 👂

Ghostboy - Robotaki · Claire Ridgely I heard this song once on a tumblr's autoplay like back 2016 and it just immediately captivated me since and has become a semi-regular thing i listen to. A surprising lot of these kind of bubbly low-energy songs i latched onto during that year or around there that i could probably just list five songs exactly like it

In Sympathy - Depeche Mode Not on any blog's autoplay but it was just linked there by chance on a blog i frequented in 2018ish and also latched onto this one... Compared to the one right above, this one has been less of a 'listen to in bed' song and more of a 'listen to on bus trips while staring mindlessly at the streets'. There is a distinction and it is arbitrary which songs feel more suited to which 😌

ELECTRICAL COMMUNICATION - GANASIA its the JP opening of Mega Man 8! 🤓 But i actually heard this song completely without that context first somehow and only found out later where it came from. Also not actually related but i think mm8 is fun and charming even if its apparently something of a black sheep among mega man games? Anyway the song is nice and also fills the exact same spot in my head as like, the first two initial D anime OPs as high energy 90s jpop that makes me nostalgic for a time even though i was a baby then

I FEEL LOVE - YUKIKA (im not yelling but i think full caps is how all these are meant to be spelled) i basically routinely switch between soul lady or feel special when im in the mood to let a whole kpop album play but im listing i feel love because i listened to it and the whole soul lady album just a little while ago as my aching body healed up and it filled me with energy and desire to go out and find joy (This would have been a bad idea because it hurt to move 😌)

and okay, one touhou arrange.

カフカなる群青へ (Into the ultramarine of Kafka) - Yuuhei Satellite even though its from 2012 i actually only first listened to it like last year as i was slowly made my way through this circle's older albums, but it kinda instantly and retroactively became a classic in my head and is prooooobably the wonderful heaven arrange i listen to most often now, competing with a bunch of sound holic/swing holic tracks.

i don't wanna tag anyone but im always kinda curious about what people might be listening to so... do whatever 🤪

#apologies for my cowardice because this could easily have just been entirely touhou or general weeb stuff 🧛‍♀️

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cmiray · 1 year ago

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*crickets*

would it even be me if I wasn't very late to the party

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

I believe it was the end of 2016, but I havent been able to find Lis original blog in a bit to double check. At the time I joined I hadn't roleplayed in forever, and was just getting over my first break up and needed a distraction. I had found chambord around before but never joined it. I believe I first saw chambord when I went back to an old rp blog and someone from that group had been using their blog for chambord. Even in Hshq i was not known for my consistency in activity but honestly this rp was the longest period I ever wrote anything. From highschool through university to now being almost done with my masters in a whole fucking continent is trully insane. This rp saw me through most of my 20's and the last of my teens. That's crazy.

which characters have you written over the years ?

Oh god, so fucking many. I know I will forget some. Lis will forever have a specially place in my heart. She went through so many changes but she was always a fucking mess and I love her for it. I'm not sure how long it would have taken all 3 of her iterations to be happy but she would be fighting tooth and nail the whole time against it I'm sure. You can not say she was not determined (to be fucking miserable).

I loved all of Lis's versions, and I tried to keep her core the same but I'm not sure if that sucessed. She came from very different backgrounds and was in so many different situations. I will never forget that original Arnauld murdered their parents in cold blood just for that crown.

Lisvent was so so fun and I was so happy when Hailee came up with him. As many have said in the past my like for Levente showed up to much in Lis by the end. I don't know if they would have found civility at any point, but maybe Lis would have grown cold and mean and meet him halfway. This Lis was much harder to write as sad and misserable because the spanish were such a - not functional maybe but loving family. It's hard to be the saddest gay when your sister loves you i guess?

The last Lis was probably the most deranged. I do not regret her though, but I think she had straid to much away from what Lis was at her core. She was older, and much more manipulative and I think i never quite got her right. but her and Stela were very fun while they lasted <3

Miray <3 my sweet. I do regreat I never finished her bad bitch transformation. But at least her and Hafiz made up and were happy by the end of their days together. Who would have through. I like to believe by now her and Layla would have made up too because anything else would be to painful. Daisuke is still on thin ice however. She will forever be Aslan's first born, and I think this fight at the end just shows that. She was finally rebeling against her real father.

A surprising third on this list perhaphs will be Arthur Sr. I know I never did much with him ( and I loved seeing C's take on him, she brought him to life in a way I never could.) but the english siblings plot, even if it has been over for a while specially for me, was one of my favorite things.

That brings us to Reha, who is 1000% living with Bruce's in his country house, she has sheep and has a long term lumberjane girlfriend. I will not take questions. I don't think she's talked with any of the siblings for a while, but maybe one day she will grow a spine and appolagise for all she did to all of them. Face her errors and all that.

Petro was a wild mess but I enjoyed my time with him. I will never forget the one word to one gif sibbling thread. I've said this in the fam chat already but Petro is a girlfather now, he co-parents with the mother but they're not together. I don't think he will ever grow up enough to be a good husband but I like to think he will be a good father at least. He may still be after claude or whatever name Inna has for him this week.

I would also like to talk about nic tho i don't know if anyone remembers him. He was very fun to play and I'm sad I never did more with him. The protest t-shirts are a fun memory.

There are a few others I never had much time to do much with, valentina, seonhye, Genoa, Ariel, a bodyguard from galicia, Rhea sister of Gaia not to be confused with Reha, probably more

I can't forget andrés in all this mess. Him and Lis are probably my most recognizable characters of hshq, Bandrés was so fun and I can't believe we started this with Dani being 5 years old and he's almost a teenager now. That's insane. There are a lot of inside jokes coming from Bandrés and ASS and I don't think I'll ever forget this ragtag team of MeanGirls wannabees (MeanCatalans). Thanks Evy for making Andrés so fun to play with both Barbie and Sergi, and thanks Dee for entertaining our crazy with Simó after so long of these two being unsupervised <3.

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

Probably Catalonia. It became such a big part of hshq and I enjoyed it very much. But I'll be honest - I was always a fan of making up the wildest craziest shit up possible but I rarely could make it to the end. So Catalonia was only my favorite cause Evy took it on and made something real of it. I was a very bad political player.

I really enjoyed the "Everyone hates Andrés" gag too. This man has had 2 friends his whole life and no one else can stand him.

All of the other plots mentioned above were so fun too however. I'm truly so grateful to everyone on this rp for putting up with my bullshit.

what about other people's plotlines ?

I loved all of Arnauld's shit tremendolessly and I'm forever in awe of Martha and her caraterization of him.

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

I love all of them very differently. I think it would likely be a tie between Lis, Miray and Andrés. This will likely not surprise anyone as they are the i've played the longest. They were very fun to write because I could dip my foot in politics without having to be too involved. I think that was always my downfall in this rp - I was not good at the political plays.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

Early Bandrés fighting was so fun to write. They became so very friendly by the end (good for them of course but still). We tried to shake them up a little but never will quite be like those early Bandrés threads where they couldn't keep their hands off eachother, nor stop arguing.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

I don't think so. I would like to finish some things I never did but fully change something? I would have maybe made Lis 3.0 her own character so I could have explored her more mean spirited, manipulative vibes more.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

I would have loved to give Miray a more finished storyline. Have her figure out her place in the family and the world in general. She was to immature by the end and too lost, I wish some of that had been fixed before I lost all my time with my masters.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

I have so many. I enjoyed the group discord very much over the years. I also love the verb naomi'ed until the end of my days.

My favorite might be the day everyone posted voice posts of the characters names in the correct language- it was so fun to hear these characters names correctly!

There is so much of my growing up that is tied to this group. My mom knows about some of you guys. "I'm talking to my brasilian friend" "Oh I know someone who lives in Northern Europe"

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

Discord is probably the easiest. I have a tumblr I use for little but if you'd like it @glitradora and if anyone would like it please feel free to ask for my whatsapp number either here by message or on discord <3

what else would you like to say ?

I will miss this rp so much - and surely I will lose track of some of you guys because of it closing. If so I hope to find you at some point in the future. I've know some of you for 8 years - that's longer than some of my irl friends. It's going to be wild to not have an hshq to come back too. but I will be bothering you all in the discord as long as it stays open. <3

ps. speciall for serre: 🍅🍅🍅

#hshqtask059 #goodbye <3 #I'm gonna read everyone's now

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