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fakecmpire · 2 years

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a gentle kiss pressed on top of a band-aid. a cup of coffee left to go cold. the ghost of your breath on a crisp winter morning. a helping hand. an immaculate white coat. a simple crucifix on a thin silver chain. trying to be everything for everyone. making your parents proud. squeezing somebody’s hand. the drum of blood in your ears. sunlight filtering through a stained glass window. encouraging someone to lean on you. receiving benediction. being forever in need of just five more minutes.

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full name: christopher laurence ahn nickname(s): he’ll accept chris, but he’s definitely more of a christopher name meaning: bearer of christ age: thirty-five date of birth: january 3rd star sign: capricorn place of birth: seattle, washington current location: grimrose, new hampshire gender: cis-male pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: gay, but it’s complicated religion: catholic, but it’s complicated occupation: doctor at grimrose general practice family: jae-won “jay” ahn (father), dolores ahn (mother) education level: m.d from harvard medical school living arrangements: a nice apartment on main street financial status: comfortable spoken languages: english, korean, spanish

inspirations.

paul hill (midnight mass) marcus keane (the exorcist) louis de pointe du lac (interview with a vampire) james wilson (house m.d.) jane bennet (pride and prejudice) owen sharma (the haunting of bly manor) bruce banner (the incredible hulk)

biography. (internalised homophobia tw, catholic guilt tw)

Christopher was raised in a devoutly catholic household, and religion has pretty much shaped his entire life. He went to catholic school, did bible camp most summers, and attended church services with his parents at least once a week for the entirety of his childhood.

Growing up, he was very close with his mom and dad. It was just the three of them, and they were like the musketeers - there was a lot of love in the house, but that love became fraught as Christopher got older and started keeping secrets from them.

He couldn’t tell his parents about the terrifying things he felt; about his burgeoning crush on a boy in his class that nearly tore him in half with guilt and longing. It didn’t fit with the church’s teachings, and he wanted to be a good son - if that meant carving pieces of himself away to preserve that image, that’s what he would do.

It was practically a given that Christopher would be a doctor some day. Helping people was about the highest calling he could think of, and between his excellent grades and copious extra curriculars, he more than earned his place at Harvard. His parents were worried how their son would fair at a secular college so far from home, but they were proud of what their son had achieved, and trusted him to make good choices.

He had a very active social life at college, but he never dated, insisting he was too busy to think about it. This was largely to protect himself, and to save him from outright lying to his parents when he came home for the holidays.

After working himself to the bone and finally completing his residency, Christopher was left to his own devices. Instead of returning to Washington as was expected, he opted to move out to New Haven, to a small town by the name of Grimrose. The town had need of a doctor, and on doing a little research into local history, he realised his mother had been born there - back when the place was called Mary’s Cove.

Having lived in Grimrose for a year now, he’s finally starting to feel a sense of something like home. He likes his neighbours, and is ever-friendly and helpful, but sometimes it feels as though there’s a sheet of glass separating him from everybody else. Nobody really knows him, not deep down, where it actually counts. He’s just a nice man, keeping everyone at arm’s length.

other things.

since moving to grimrose, christopher has started organising regular five-a-side soccer games, and can usually be found playing in the park every other sunday afternoon. he’s a midfielder, and supports chelsea football club.

he drives to the neighbouring town to attend church every sunday morning.

he’s big on volunteer work, and rarely says ‘no’ if someone calls on him to donate his time. if there’s soup that needs ladling, a community garden that needs digging, or clothes that need sorting, you can count on christopher to be there.

he loves to cook, but can’t bake worth a damn.

in an ideal universe, he’d have a dog - but he hasn’t got time to take care of one.

if he ever left general practice, he’d go into paediatrics. he loves kids, and keeps a selection of lollypops, stickers, and fun band-aids in his desk at work. one wall of his office is devoted to pictures his young patients have made him over the years.

like many doctors, he’s terrible at being sick. he simply refuses to slow down.

#christopher: about #does this make sense? no #am i posting it anyway? sure #internalised homophobia tw #catholic guilt tw #yeah i am tagging catholic guilt

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alrederedmixedmedia · 5 months

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Alredered is celebrating #SILVERSTARSERVICEBANNEDAY to-day.

We celebrate Silver Star Service Banner Day on May 1 in recognition for the sacrifices of American service members have made for our country. This day is for Americans to remember service members who have been wounded in combat, are sick, and those who are dying.

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nicepoethere · 1 year

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THE MONTH OF MAY IS FOR VETERANS!

Hear ye, hear ye!

It is our pleasure here at the 59 Veterans to celebrate and honor the month of May. For it is National Military Appreciation Month!

It is the month dedicated to all veterans, past and present. And to their spouses and families and to all our first responders,

So many is the day we observe during the month of May! They profoundly include:

Loyalty Day and Silver Star Service Banner Day - May 1

National Day of Prayer - First Thursday of May

VE Day (Tomorrow!) - May 8

Military Spouse Appreciation Day - Friday before Mother’s Day

Children of Fallen Patriots Day - May 13

Armed Forces Day - May 20

Armed Forces Week - May 13 to May 20

Memorial Day - May 29 this year

Thank you for your service and sacrifice. We salute you! 💝

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queenofir · 1 year

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THE MONTH OF MAY IS FOR VETERANS!

Hear ye, hear ye!

It is our pleasure here at the 59 Veterans to celebrate and honor the month of May. For it is National Military Appreciation Month!

It is the month dedicated to all veterans, past and present. And to their spouses and families and to all our first responders,

So many is the day we observe during the month of May! They profoundly include:

Loyalty Day and Silver Star Service Banner Day - May 1

National Day of Prayer - First Thursday of May

VE Day (Tomorrow!) - May 8

Military Spouse Appreciation Day - Friday before Mother’s Day

Children of Fallen Patriots Day - May 13

Armed Forces Day - May 20

Armed Forces Week - May 13 to May 20

Memorial Day - May 29 this year

Thank you for your service and sacrifice. We salute you! 💝

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freyayuki · 2 years

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Final Fantasy Record Keeper Daily Free Draws Part 6

Every day, you get 1 free single draw on the Final Fantasy Record Keeper (FFRK) mobile game. The banner you can do this on is extremely bloated though.

It has basically all the relics on this game and the rates are crappy as always and there are no guarantees, but there is a very rare chance to get something good from this draw.

More often than not though, you’re more likely to just end up with bronze or silver trash.

Sure, I’ve gotten some good pulls from this before but that’s few and far between. It’s so rare that it might as well be nonexistent.

Anyway, a short while or so after Final Fantasy Record Keeper announced that it was gonna end its service on September 29, 2022 (I talk more about that in another post), we also got the news that the daily free single draw will now be a daily free 10-draw until the game closes.

On one hand, this is great news because I want to be able to clear as much of FFRK’s content as I can before the game ends.

I’m missing a lot of relics though, so I doubt I’ll be able to clear everything unless I can get more useful Soul Breaks.

But on the other hand, as far as I’m aware, Final Fantasy Record Keeper didn’t change or update the rates or anything.

We may be getting 10 items instead of just 1 per day, but there are still no guarantees so you’re still really likely to end up with trash as opposed to anything useful.

In fact, that’s exactly what I’ve been experiencing. More often than not, whenever I do the daily free 10-draw, I just end up seeing a combination of 10 bronze and silver orbs, which just feels bad, man.

Sometimes, I get 1 or more 5-star items but these relics have been heavily powercrept by now and most, if not all, of them are now Lensable so it’s just completely and utterly disappointing to get these Soul Breaks instead of a 6-star or a 7-star that could be of use to me.

Heck, there are even 6-stars and 7-stars that are also useless so I really wish FFRK had at least made it so the daily 10-draw guaranteed at least one 6-star item or something.

Maybe they could have adjusted the rates too or something. I mean, really, why not? After all, the game’s ending soon.

Anyway, decided that I’ll only bother to take screenshots of the results of these pulls if I actually get something that could be classified as either good, useful, or interesting, or something.

One daily free draw gave me 2 5-stars and 1 6-star. The 5-stars were new but was still disappointed to see them anyway so didn’t bother checking who they belonged to.

One was a Glint Soul Break (G) for a Final Fantasy III char while the other was a Burst Soul Break (BSB) for a Final Fantasy VI char. These kinds of Soul Breaks are really outdated and powercrept by now so meh.

The 6-star was new too. It turned out to be the Awakened Arcane Soul Break (AASB) of Garnet Til Alexandros XVII from Final Fantasy IX. Nice.

Pleased to have gotten an Awakening from this pull although this is like my first BDL relic for Garnet so I doubt I’ll be able to use her for endgame content unless I can get more of her Soul Breaks.

Another daily free draw gave me 1 5-star and 1 6-star. The 5-star was a new Super Soul Break (SSB) for a Final Fantasy XIII char. Since it’s a fist-type weapon and it’s from FF13, I’m guessing this belongs to Snow Villiers from Final Fantasy 13.

The 6-star turned out to be the AASB2 of Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII (#ad). Actually really pleased to see this. Never thought that I’d be able to get this Soul Break.

See, the thing is, I actually currently have most of Sephiroth’s Soul Breaks. Before getting his AASB2, I was only missing 5 of his relics.

Three of those are Lensable. The reason why I haven’t bothered to Lens the relics I’m missing for him is because they’re all useless and outdated by now, and I don’t really need them.

Well, I suppose his Arcane Overstrike Soul Break (AOSB) for the fire element is usable enough, but I don’t really need it so meh.

The 2 relics that I’m missing for Sephi that aren’t Lensable are his AASB2 and his Dual Awakening Soul Break 1 (DASB1).

It’s been a long time since Seph’s AASB2 was featured on a banner. Never got the chance to pull for it. Was always hoping that it’d eventually be Lensable but that hope died when the game gave its end of service announcement.

Never would have thought that I’d be able to get my very first copy of Sephiroth’s AASB2 via the daily free draw. Really happy to see this.

Anyway, as for Sephiroth’s DASB1 - a while back (maybe a month or so), we had the Summer Sun Festival 2022 event.

The Summer Sun 2022 Festival banner 3 included a couple of new relics for Sephiroth. I talk more about how my pulls on that banner went on this post. Here, I’ll just say it turned out to be a complete and total disaster.

The entire fest was a disaster, an absolute waste of mythril, and really made me hate this game. I mean, I don’t want it to end but man, the rates here really suck.

Anyway, the point is that, although I spent hundreds of mythril, I failed to get Sephiroth’s DASB1 because eff this game and its crappy rates.

Now I feel like I’ll never be able to get Seph’s Dual unless a miracle happens or something.

I know it doesn’t really matter, and it’s not like Sephi is even my fave char or anything but still. I hate this, especially since I already have most of his relics. If only I’d been able to get his DASB1 on fest banner 3. Sigh.

Another daily free draw gave me 1 5-star and 2 6-stars. The 5-star was a new Glint Soul Break for a Final Fantasy XIII char. Since this is a staff or rod-type weapon, pretty sure this belongs to Oerba Dia Vanille from Final Fantasy 13.

One of the 6-stars was a dupe Ultra Soul Break (USB) that belongs to Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII. Meh.

The other 6-star was a new AASB that belongs to Cidolfus Orlandeau from Final Fantasy Tactics. Nice. Have one of Orlandeau's Synchro Arcane Soul Breaks (SASB) so this Awakening gives me another BDL relic for him and makes him usable.

Another daily free draw gave me 2 6-stars. Unfortunately, both were dupes. The first was a USB for a Final Fantasy X char while the second was the AASB of Hope Estheim from Final Fantasy XIII. It really sucks to get an Awakening only for it to turn out to be a dupe. Eff this game.

Another daily free draw gave me 1 5-star and 1 6-star. The 5-star was a new Legend Materia Relic (LMR) for a Final Fantasy VIII char. Judging from the weapon-type (a staff), pretty sure this belongs to Selphie Tilmitt from Final Fantasy 8.

The 6-star was a new Awakening for Meliadoul Tengille from Final Fantasy Tactics. IIRC, this is like my first BDL relic for Meliadoul.

Another daily free draw gave me 1 6-star and 1 5-star. The 5-star was a Glint Soul Break for a Final Fantasy III char. It’s new but meh.

But surprisingly, the 6-star turned out to be the Awakened Arcane Soul Break 2 (AASB2) of the Emperor from Final Fantasy II. It’s new and this is actually my first BDL relic for the Emperor.

Having only 1 BDL relic wouldn’t make the Emperor usable but thankfully, his AASB1 is Lensable.

Only have a few FF2 relics so more is always welcome, especially since I haven’t cleared the Final Fantasy II Dragonking Dungeon quest yet.

Another daily free draw gave me 1 5-star and 1 6-star. The 5-star was a Super Soul Break for a Final Fantasy VI char. It’s new but meh. Useless.

The 6-star turned out to be the AASB2 of Meia from Mobius Final Fantasy. Hell, yes! Was super pleased when I saw this. What a pleasant surprise.

Some of Meia’s Soul Breaks were featured in a water banner that showed up recently. I really need more water tech, not to mention more Final Fantasy I tech, so I pulled on this banner.

This was after we’d already gotten the news that FFRK was gonna end soon so there was no longer any reason to save my mythril.

I talk more about this in another post, but was able to get a few of Meia’s Soul Breaks, including her Dual Awakening Soul Break (DASB) and her Synchro Arcane Soul Break (SASB). Unfortunately, I missed out on her AASB2.

At least her AASB1 was Lensable although I haven’t gotten it yet since I haven’t had the chance to try out the Final Fantasy I Dragonking Dungeon quest or any other fight that might require Meia and a magical water team.

Meia’s AASB2 is way better than her AASB1 so I’m really glad that I was eventually able to get said Awakening. Now I have multiple BDL relics for her.

Meia is a really good DPS so it feels like my chances of being able to win the FF1 Dragonking fight just went up.

End of Final Fantasy Record Keeper Mobile Game

And that’s it. It’s all over now. At the time I’m writing this part of this post, it’s way past September 29, 2022 so FFRK has just ended its service. Ahh, I still wish that this didn’t have to happen now or anytime soon.

I tried but sadly, wasn’t able to finish all the content in Final Fantasy Record Keeper before the end. I talk more about that in another post.

Also unfortunately didn’t get much of a chance to really use some of the new relics that I just got from all these free daily 10-draws. I wish we got more time before the game ended.

Never got to use Garnet. With only one BDL relic for her, it would have been near impossible to bring her to endgame content but since FFRK was ending already anyway, I wish that I’d been able to try her out in battle even if it’s just against an easy boss or something.

Also never got to use Orlandeau. IIRC, I did get to use Meliadoul like once or twice maybe but that was way back and way before I got her AASB on one of these free daily 10-draws.

After getting her Awakening, didn’t get the chance to try out Meliadoul in battle. Also, I’d been meaning to take on the Final Fantasy Tactics Dragonking Dungeon quest but I ran out of time.

Didn’t get to try out the Emperor in battle either. I’d been meaning to Lens his AASB1 so I’d have 2 BDL relics for him. Then I could have tried the Final Fantasy II Dragonking Dungeon quest but also never got the chance to do that.

At least I actually got to use Meia even if it wasn’t as much as I wanted. IIRC, I did Lens her AASB1. Got to use Meia in battle a few times and she’s really good.

I’d been meaning to try her out in the Final Fantasy I Dragonking Dungeon quest but unfortunately never got the chance to do so.

Meia and the rest of my magical water elemental team did help me beat one of the Bahamut quests though. I talk more about that in another post.

Even got 2 new Magicites after beating Bahamut. These Magicites are so much more powerful than the ones I already have and helped me beat even more content. I really wish that I had the time to do even more before it was all over.

As for Sephiroth - well, he’s on my physical fire elemental team and that’s the party I use basically all the time so I did get to use him a lot. But I don’t think I really got the chance to try out his AASB2 though.

Since I have plenty of other BDL relics for Sephi and since those Soul Breaks are way better than his Awakening 2, I prioritize casting them. I’ll only really use his AASB2 after I’ve already used up all of his other BDL relics, and that’s assuming the fight is still ongoing.

Decided to Lens the rest of Sephiroth’s relics that I’m missing and that are available in the The Record Lab. After all, there’s no point in saving anything anymore.

Now the only thing I’m missing for Sephiroth is his Dual Awakening Soul Break 1. Still so, so, so upset that I failed to get said relic. Eff this game. I really wish that I’d gotten the chance to try it out. Sigh.

Another thing that’s really upsetting is the way Final Fantasy Record Keeper ended. Its end feels so anticlimactic. Truly a letdown of epic proportions. The game could have tried to do more before everything ended.

But instead, even before the end, FFRK felt dead already. We stopped getting any new events long before the end.

We got a special banner and some tickets that we could use to pull on said banner. I talk more about that in another post, but we’d get like 1 ticket per day as part of some login bonus campaign or something.

That only lasted for like 30 days or so though. But why couldn’t they have made it last until the end? Why couldn’t they have given us more free pulls?

Why couldn’t they have adjusted the rates or something? Why couldn’t they have made it so that these daily free 10-draws would give us at least 1 6-star or 7-star Soul Break or something?

They didn’t even refresh the Realm and Elemental banners or given us more mythril and Realm/Elemental x11 tickets.

The game could have gone out with a bang but it feels like it all just ended in disappointment.

Conclusion

So, what about you? What relics did you get from the daily free draws? What do you think about the daily free draw banner? What do you think about the fact that Final Fantasy Record Keeper is all over now? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging this post.

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screenshots are from my Final Fantasy Record Keeper game account

#final fantasy record keeper #featuring pulls for #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #cloud strife #garnet til alexandros #hope estheim #cidolfus orlandeau #meliadoul tengille #and more #mobile games #games #gacha games #ffrk #ffrk free daily draws

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ami-ven · 5 years

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Happy National Silver Star Service Banner Day!

#national silver star service banner day #silver star service banner day #national days of stuff #holiday

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murderousink23 · 5 months

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05/01/2024 is Beltane 🇮🇪, Law Day ⚖️🇺🇸, National Chocolate Parfait Day 🇺🇸, National Loyalty Day 🇺🇸, National Mother Goose Day 🇺🇸, National Silver Star Service Banner Day 🇺🇸, National Bike to School Day 🚲🏫🇺🇸

#beltane #law day #national chocolate parfait day #national loyalty day #national mother goose day #national silver star service banner day #national bike to school day

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doc-avalon · 2 years

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Holidays and Events of Note for May 1, 2022.

* Beltane (Wicca) By the way, the Gaelic or “Irish” for May is Bealtaine

* May Day (International)

* - 4 Green Corn Dance (Zuni) welcoming back the Corn Maidens, who flee the land during the Winter.

* International Workers Day. What May Day has become in many parts of the world,

https://www.wsws.org/en/special/pages/international-mayday-online-rally-2021.html

* Giorno dei Lavoratori (Italy)

* National Love Day (Czech Republic) Couples go to the memorial of the poet Karel Hynek Mácha in Prague and kiss.

* Lei Day (Hawaii)

* International Day of Solidarity of Workers (Moldava)

* Maharashtra Day (India)

* Batman Day

* Worthy Wage Day

* Silver Star Service Banner Day

* Law day & Loyalty Day (U.S.) W jr. tried to start this one to fight May Day, but it didn’t take.

* Day in 1776 that the Order of the Illuminati of Bavaria was formed by Adam Weishaupt (1748 - 1811)

* According to Ronald Hutton in Triumph of the Moon, it was this day in 1947 that Gardner (founder of modern Wicca) had the first of four May meetings with Aleister Crowley, where he bought several books and was recommended by him to be made a 4th-degree initiate of the O.T.O.

* Samhain (Wicca) In the Southern Hemisphere.

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miracleonice87 · 4 years

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Full of Surprises

a Matthew Tkachuk one-shot

a/n: I rewatched the Tkachuk family Spittin Chiclets interview this morning from the All-Star game in St. Louis and it got me in my Matty feelings. Here’s a proposal story full of fun surprises. Enjoy!

warnings: just swearing — otherwise, total and complete fluff

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“Do they know?” I whispered, one arm entwined with one of Matthew’s as both of us stared at the glimmering ring on my left hand.

“Does who know?” Matthew asked in a matching whisper, ducking his head in front of my face. I knew just what he was after — I placed a kiss on the top part of his ear, his favorite, and allowed my tongue to dart out just slightly, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Does your family know?” I clarified as he sat up straight, smirking at me.

We were flying first class, headed to the Tkachuks’ summer home in Cape Cod. I knew that his parents and both of his siblings would be there, but had no concept of how many of them, if any, knew of the engagement that had begun only about eight hours beforehand, on the beach in Bimini.

What I had seen simply as a much-needed getaway from Matthew’s rigid summer workout schedule and from my own bustling days as a graphic designer had quickly turned into the official start of a lifetime together, complete with a Bahamian backdrop.

Matthew shook his head. “No, they have no idea,” he informed me as he pressed a kiss to my temple. I nuzzled my head against his bicep and let my eyes flutter closed, partially in bliss and partially because Matthew and I had gotten maybe two hours of sleep total since the moment he proposed, what with all the celebrating the two of us had done in our hotel room.

I was suddenly so anxious to share our news with our loved ones, starting with Matthew’s family. I smiled at the thought of rehashing the story for any and all who wanted to hear it.

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“Matty...” I whispered, tears swiftly filling my eyes and an enormous lump sneaking into my throat.

Matthew had suggested a walk on the beach following our final dinner at the Bimini resort, where we had we spent the evening holding hands over a candlelit table on a private balcony of one of the resort’s fabulous restaurants. After we finished our seafood dinner entrees, he had fed me my half of a delectable piece of chocolate cake as we laughed together behind glasses of red wine.

Little did I know that the sweetest treat was about to come.

Here he was, kneeling in the sand before me, holding a black velvet box, propped open to display the most gorgeous oval-cut diamond ring I’d ever laid eyes on.

“Matty,” I repeated, this time aloud, as I found my voice again. I took a cautious step toward him and wrapped my hands around his outstretched wrist.

“Taylor... baby?” Matthew prompted, his voice strained, shaky. I suddenly realized that the man in front of me had just poured out his soul to me — promising forever, promising a home together, promising a shared legacy of love, joy, and children. And I had yet to give him the answer he was seeking, or any answer at all. His question hung in the ocean air — time stood still.

“Yes! Oh, yes, Matty, yes! Of course!” I choked out, both of us suddenly overcome with nervous and relieved giggles. He sprung to his feet to kiss me, taking my face in his hands and giving me a firm, lingering kiss.

“Can I put the ring on you now?” Matthew asked when he finally pried his lips away from mine. It was then that reality hit and the tears started to flow.

“Yes! Yes, baby.” I held out a shaking left hand to him, which he stroked with his thumb and kissed sweetly before pulling the ring from the box and slipping it onto my finger.

“Oh, my god, it fits perfectly! It’s so beautiful, Matthew!” I exclaimed, gasping at how truly remarkable it looked on my hand. I had imagined what this moment would be like for so many years, ever since I was a young girl with blue glasses in Mrs. Kingsley’s first grade class at McKinley Elementary, watching Matthew play tag from across the playground. The gravity of this moment overwhelmed me and exceeded my every long-held expectation.

The tears continued as I held my hand up to Matthew, showing off my newest accessory. He grinned widely.

“Stay right there, baby,” he instructed, fumbling for his phone in his shorts pocket. “I wanna remember this.” He eventually retrieved the device from his pocket and snapped a quick photo of the momentous occasion before putting his phone away once more. He pulled me in close, our chests flush against each other, hearts racing, and we shared dozens more kisses and laughs there on the shore, both realizing that our forever started tonight.

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“Are you happy?” Matthew whispered. My eyes opened and I turned my face up toward his.

“Am I happy?” I asked with an incredulous scoff. “Baby, I’m the happiest,” I reassured. “You make me the happiest.” I sat up further in my plane seat and kissed his cheek, and he smiled down lazily at me. “Good. That’s all that matters to me,” he said.

“Are you happy?” I countered.

He waited a beat, looking deeply into my hazel eyes. “The happiest. The luckiest,” he whispered, stroking my chin with his thumb. I kissed the digit as we stared at each other in content, peaceful silence.

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An hour later, our flight landed at Boston Logan Airport. Matthew picked up our suitcases from baggage claim, and we were off to join the Tkachuks at the Cape.

I placed my aviators on my nose as I walked through the automatic doors at the airport’s exit, my newly dubbed fiancé just a step behind me.

“Where’s the car?” I asked over my shoulder, knowing that Matt had arranged for his usual car service to pick us up and haul us to the vacation home.

“Oh, uh... right there.” Matthew threw his head casually in the direction of a black stretch limousine further down the pickup lane. My jaw went slack.

“Matty...” I whispered, peering at him over my sunglasses. “You never get a limo!” He threw his head back in an easy laugh. “Well, I never get engaged, either! Until now,” he remarked. He kissed my cheek and patted my ass lightly with the closed hand that also held his duffle.

“Now, come on, my bride-to-be,” he encouraged. “We’ve got places to be.” I shook my head in disbelief as he sauntered toward the limousine.

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Just over an hour later, Matthew and I were pulling into the driveway of the beautiful summer home his family had owned for years. My heart flooded with anticipation. I could not wait for us both to go bounding into the house with our big announcement and be surrounded by loved ones.

“Should I wear my ring? Or should I try and hide it somehow?” I asked quickly, turning toward Matthew as I finished applying some lip gloss, the last step of freshening up my appearance after a long flight.

“You can do whatever you wanna do, babe,” he said, leaning forward and insisting on kissing my freshly-glossed pout. He licked his lips immediately and moaned. “Mmm, peppermint,” he said in a low voice. I chuckled and placed a hand against his cheek, knowing we were sure to celebrate the occasion alone many more times throughout tonight, hopefully after some rest.

“I’m just gonna wear it,” I told him. A grin spread wide across my face as I added, “I’m not gonna be able to keep the news in for long anyway.” Matthew smiled brightly. “Me either, T. Me either,” he told me, kissing my left hand as he had countless times already.

I drew a deep breath and smoothed my fingers over the fabric of my white sundress as the car pulled to a stop in the circular drive in front of the house. It was only when I looked out the window that I noticed all the cars parked alongside the perimeter that I had apparently been too busy to see while primping.

“Matty... what are all of these cars doing here? Who’s here?” I asked softly, frozen, eyes wide. Matthew’s smirk overtook one side of his face.

“Why don’t you go see, babe?” he prompted. I opened my mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to do, or say, or even think.

“Okay,” I finally whispered, taking the hand he had offered me as we moved out of our seats, leaving our belongings behind.

Hand in hand, we walked into the breezeway and through the side door of the house. It was... empty?

I looked up at Matthew, about to ask again why there were so many vehicles in the drive, when a familiar voice called out to us from the back porch.

“Out here!” Chantal...

Matthew was now openly beaming at me, ornery chuckles racking his chest as he gently guided my rigid form to the back sliding glass door. One glance outside stole my breath.

All of his family, all of my family, and dozens of our friends and his teammates stood together in the yard, crowded around tables decked in white, with bundles of silver and white balloons tied together with gold tulle scattered across the lawn. Among the balloon bunches were giant helium-filled diamond rings, and a banner reading “Congratulations, Matthew and Taylor!” was draped across the front of the cabana by the pool.

From where I stood just inside the door, I saw all four of the Tkachuks, my parents, my brother Sean, and my sister Erin huddled together on the deck, the other guests in the yard below starting to cheer as Matthew tenderly pulled me outside. “Come on, babe,” he coaxed with a smile. “There are some people here to see you.”

Tears stung my eyes as I finally stepped outside, clutching Matthew’s hand tightly, fully relying on him to support me and hold me up, both physically and emotionally, just as he always had.

My mom stepped forward from the group first, cupping my face in her hands, tears falling freely onto our cheeks.

“Mommy... you knew!” I said breathlessly. My dad came toward me next, eyes damp, kissing the top of my head. “You all knew!” I exclaimed, loudly enough that many of our other guests several yards away started laughing.

“We knew, sweetheart. Your wonderful fiancé has had all of this planned for quite some time!” my mother explained, pulling away from a tight hug.

“I can’t believe you came all the way from St. Louis!” I told my parents. With a squeeze of my hand, my dad said, “Of course we did. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I threw my arms around them once more, then turned to Keith and Chantal, the sight of them causing me to cry harder.

“Oh, honey! Don’t cry! We’re so happy for you guys,” Keith told me, pulling me close for a hug and kiss on the cheek, his chest vibrating with laughter, as Chantal put her arms around both of us. “So happy, Taylor,” she said, her voice tight as tears escaped her.

Matthew came toward us, having already been greeted warmly by his parents and siblings, and rubbed my back soothingly, his siblings in tow. “I would say welcome to the family, but you’ve already been part of the family for years now, so congratulations, T!” Brady mused, ducking past his brother to wrap me in a suffocating hug, lifting me slightly off the ground.

“Don’t break my sister!” Taryn warned, swiping under her damp eyes. The three of us laughed together, Brady slinging an arm around my shoulder while Taryn enveloped me warmly, sobs shuddering our shoulders. “You’re marrying my stupid brother! What the hell,” she laughed. I pulled back and looked at her with a giddy chuckle. “What the hell!” I echoed emphatically.

Matthew laughed along as he pulled away from hugging both my siblings, who then stepped forward to greet me, Erin squealing as the three of us jumped up and down a few times, arms circling one another. Matthew put his arms around my waist after Erin and Sean each hugged me and kissed my face, rushed words of congratulations and disbelief flying from their lips, as if they’d been holding them in for ages. I leaned back against Matthew’s chest for a moment before turning in his grasp.

“They all knew,” I said in awe. “Everybody knew!” Matthew nodded, carefully swiping his thumb under my eyes so as not to completely wreck my makeup. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to tell them yourself, but I just wanted everyone to be here with us to celebrate,” he said.

“Matty, don’t you dare apologize! The last twelve hours have made me so goddamn happy — I can’t even explain it,” I told him, gripping his white button-down at his waistline as I kissed him firmly, his insistence about the two of us wearing similar outfits for the flight home finally making sense.

“Me too, Taylor. Honestly. I just wanna spend the rest of my days making you as happy as I possibly can,” he told me, his blue eyes sparkling from a few happy tears.

I could not believe that my strong, stubborn, sassy fiancé was crying again for the second time in less than one full day. I kissed the tip of his nose and tucked some of his hair behind his ear.

“You are just full of surprises, Matthew Tkachuk,” I told him, slinging my arms around his neck.

He angled his face closer, stopping just short of pressing his lips on mine.

“You sure you’re ready for a lifetime of me, future Mrs. Tkachuk?” he asked. My heart soared. He guided my hips to sway back and forth gently, the sort of natural, comfortable, everyday dance I was fully prepared to enjoy for the rest of time.

“Hell yeah,” I mumbled against his lips, joyful tears springing to my eyes once more, as our mouths finally met.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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Chapter 1! Reader's job has no chill and Wanda means well (Tony does too), but, as we know, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Reader discovers the source of some peculiar things and can't help but be overcome with curiosity. F-bombs galore!

Fun fact: this story's main soundtrack is Claire de Lune, for some reason. Usually I can't stand classical music.

I didn't anticipate my first day at the bodega to be remarkful in any way but I was quickly proven wrong. My expectations were low: few customers, some of them flat-earthers of the garden variety, perhaps one or two of those 'witches' from social media blogging platforms and an overzealous Satanist or two, since I was pretty sure I saw an Ouija board and a silver pentagram hanging in Odette's office on the day of the interview.

Boy was I wrong.

We averaged a customer every fifteen minutes with each person requesting increasingly strange items: healing quartz and sage were on the closer end of normal; I felt like I had teleported to Hogwarts and was now attending Professor Snape's Advanced Potions class, having to race between the high shelves and memorize the exact location of each and every ingredient. In the end, I sacrificed a few dollars and bought one of the beautiful, leather-bound notebooks off Odette to write down the shelf and position number for the most commonly requested items and planned to begin memorizing them at home.

There's a little bit of Ravenclaw in all of us, I supposed. My curiosity only extended further: sometimes, a haggard looking person would come up and declare they had an appointment with Odette and was quickly whisked away by my boss to her office, coming out looking slightly less haggard in about half an hour or so.

I adapted to the routine fairly quickly, choosing to make my personal peace with the strange customers and Odette's mysterious meetings: after all, I got the job because I needed money - who was I to judge her for doing Tarot readings and spiritual séances for an extra dollar?

The bodega's atmosphere did grow on me rather quickly, as I had thought it would. It was warm and homely even on the rainiest afternoons, there was an unlimited supply of herbal tea, free of charge, and I grew to appreciate it just like I learned to find the positives in my job at the café. That remained a constant, mildly interesting affair too - my regulars, especially the superheroes, had started coming in during the morning hours and we were able to resume our chit-chats without a hitch.

Wanda still fished for my most recent, memorable reading and Dr. Banner left his incomprehensible scribbles on every napkin within an arm's reach for me to return to him on his next visit. The fully grown man with multiple PhDs didn't fail to blush like a schoolgirl every single time it happened, causing Mr. Stark to double on his own salacious jokes, should the engineer have had come with. They often came together, blabbering things I couldn't even fathom understanding even with the help of Google.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Wanda sounded surprisingly chipper for it was freaking seven in the morning.

I blanched, banging my arm against the display door painfully with a softly muttered, "Fuck!".

The witch frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I muttered, hoping my face wasn't portraying the mixture of confusion and fear that I felt. "Something weird happened at my other job yesterday, I'm still processing," I replied honestly, looking to the side.

In fairness, I didn't know what to think. The situation wasn't something that should have shocked me, with aliens and magic people an abundance in NYC, but seeing it with my own two eyes had been jarring.

A limping, paranoid young man had arrived for an appointment with Odette shortly before closing time; I had escorted him to her office without as much as a blink, only noticing he was dripping oddly colored blood when the door behind him had closed. I cleaned it up, dead set on confronting Odette about the obviously injured person - the blood, it was more of an attempt to clean it, since it merely stuck to the rag, refusing to wash off it with water or any of the organic cleaning solutions kept under the sink.

I had to leave the rag in a paper bag, acutely aware of the fact it could not have belonged to a normal person. My best guess was that a man was a mutant - NYC had plenty of them living behind a blue wall. Odette's office wasn't soundproof: I heard a pained yelp and then a vocalisation of relief as whatever was causing the man to bleed had been removed. In a few minutes while I was closing the cash register, he came out looking almost brand new - and as I paid him a more careful look, he was missing his scleras, leaving his eyes to look slightly terrifying.

And then he winked at me, a surprisingly human, boyish gesture - the smile that crawled up my face was purely automatic. I was sure it looked frozen. He disappeared without a word as Odette herself emerged from the backrooms, a tired sheen to her brow.

"Did you manage to clean up?" She asked, eyebrows raised at the lack of stains on the hardwood floors.

"It stuck to the rag," I replied, eyeing her warily. "The rag is in the unmarked bag next to the sink. I didn't know what else to do with it."

"Sometimes it does that," her sigh was very telling. This was to be expected to become a regular occurrence. She motioned for the notebook I got to keep track of everything in the store, rattling off a recipe for a cleaner and solvent combo, made purely from the items she had inside the store, giving me stern instructions to add the ingredients in the exact order I was told. I sighed but added the footnote. Odette was a far cry from the greasy git from Hogwarts so she deserved the benefit of the doubt at least.

I didn't dare to ask any more questions about the strange man; not that day, not after I had suprised Wanda with a quick recap of my story. It's not like I had anything against mutants - as long as they were peaceful and didn't harm humans with their abilities, I was content to co-habit, share my space and even be friends with them. A very nice old lady who came by three times a week had gills peeking out of the top of her turtleneck and she was just the most polite, sweetest thing.

Wanda's curiosity was understandable and not suspicious in any way: I was under the impression she was a mutant, too, along with her twin brother - so the feeling of dread that blossomed within me as soon as the two suited figures entered the small store I attributed to the larger size of the man and vulture eyes of the woman. They both appeared extremely out of place with their black two-pieces and badly hidden pistol holsters, topped off with badges I couldn't take a good look at without losing my customer service facade.

I decided to play it dumb, self-conscious of the thudding of my heart in my ribcage. My body screamed 'danger' at me. "Hello, how can I help you?"

The woman cast an observant look over me, my plain clothes, lingering on my star-patterned scarf and matching hair band. "Are you the owner of this store?"

"No," I frowned, not liking where this was going. "Do you have an appointment with Odette?"

"We'd like to see her," the man pointedly moved his arm, exposing the gun and the badge.

I dropped the nice act, staring him down in earnest. I never liked self-righteous, pushy government officials; even less so, when they didn't follow protocol and started the conversation with demands instead of proper introductions. As I shot a quick text to Odette, noting that there were 'strange people in uniform' looking for her, my suspicions were only confirmed when the woman looked around the store with eyes that knew what they were looking for. Those two definitely weren't cops or even feds, they were straight up shady.

Odette all but flew to the bodega, the imposing, suffocating aura I'd seen only once on full display. It was hard to breathe standing so close to her; with muted satisfaction, I noticed both agents squirm, their fingers twitching, as they took in shuddering inhales through their, undoubtedly, lying mouths.

The whole spectacle was over quickly. I had managed to serve and quickly usher out Ike, one of the Satanists (yes, we did, in fact, have a few of those as regulars) with his paper bag full of powdered goat horn and a fresh cat skull under his armpit before the curtains parted and the two agents left without saying a word. I thought their eyes looked - wrong, like glass marbles, dull, lifeless and unseeing.

Odette dismissed my worries with a frivolously waved hand: "They won't be bothering us anytime soon," closing the door to her office - it reeked of strong incense and horseradish, for some reason. Like she'd been making some hell salad in front of the two nosy officials.

I took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out. The weirdness should've bothered me more, I knew, but I couldn't bring myself to decide whether I wanted to know what that interaction was actually about or live in blissful ignorance, where my boss might be some sort of a mutant or an actual witch that helps other mutants.

The longer I thought about it, the louder anti-mutant propaganda articles screamed at me: children being killed or abandoned because one day, they woke up and could fly or move things with their mind; every potential situation could end up like Carrie or Brightburn - two movies so blatantly obvious in their point to instill fear against children that could grow to work alongside Earth's Mightiest Defenders.

Needless to say, my conscious calmed down pretty quickly. I had felt the hairs on my nape stand up as soon as the agents entered the room and in my experience, a reaction like that was never good. I had been taught to trust my gut.

Odette had cancelled her visits for the day, holing up in her office as the whole store rapidly filled up with the stench of horseradish, old blood and sage. The occasional noise came from the office, interrupted by mumbling, and I was quickly told to just turn up the old, vintage radio if it bothered me.

I was too busy taking in the contents of her office - the table that previously stood in the far end of it, stood in the middle, folded out into the shape of a circle. Something was drawn on it, something the color of dried blood, and there were light candles, white and blue, littered on almost every possible surface. The air was clouded with incense smoke, so thick, it made my eyes water.

Odette's grin was sardonic as she met my eyes, wide and shocked, that had previously landed on what looked like a pot- or a cauldron, emanating the strongest bitter stench that wafted even through the lead curtain of incense. No wonder the whole store reeked.

Before she gently shut the door in my face, I caught the centerfold of the whole show - an extremely large, tattered, leatherbound tome with yellowed pages and a heavy metal padlock laying next to it. Overcome by stupor, I didn't manage to make out the intricate silver letters on its cover.

Needless to say, walking home that day was an adventure. In part, I was cautious that the agents would find me, follow me home, interrogate me - I've never been arrested even by usual cops and it was unlikely that shady government agencies were delicate in their approach. A larger part of my brain was wondering about the implications of what I had seen, I'd nearly chewed off my fingernails remembering the vacant, lost face expressions on the agents' faces.

As soon as I got home, I set to do some serious googling. And find information, I did. Plethora of minor details - candle colors, herbs used, deeply individual incantations and mythical deities that chose to work with a particular witch. It was nothing short of a whole science; I'd go as far as to say it was a complete lifestyle. The use of magick bled into every aspect of daily life, from sleep to food to communication with others.

Part of me felt incredulity at the implication of sacrificing so much to get results that might be the opposite of the ones desired. A larger, braver part of me - the very same that used to push me to explore abandoned buildings with my friends and drink booze given by a stranger - admired the work and the dedication my boss and her kind put into their work.

Having received my first paycheck and successfully having made it through rent day without having to make excuses, my conscious allowed me to treat myself to a few items - I decided to give into my curiosity and placed an order for a few books on modern witchcraft, happily waiting for the package to arrive next afternoon. I went to sleep with my head full and a new world at my feet to explore.

The books were late - or more like, never showed. The refund couldn't come soon enough. My curiosity began to reach unbearable levels the longer I worked the front desk at Odette's. These days I didn't need much assistance anymore, ready to help any new or returning customer with the help of my notebook. Time after time, I noticed a certain working order, a pattern to things if you may - and was able to recommend a few things here and there. In short, I stepped over my initial apprehension and dove into the world of natural remedies and energetic manipulation headfirst.

It made all the sense that Odette would start to take absence from the bodega as my training progressed. On the days she had fewer or no appointments, she would don her favourite scarf and trot out the front door, large purse in tow, to run errands or restock on the rare, pricy items that couldn't get delivered directly to the shop. I'd grown accustomed to locking up on my own; the spare key to the entrance door was my pride and joy, the dull silver a warm comfort hanging on a chain around my neck. Its antique design made a fairly pretty necklace.

The customer coming to pick up a special order hardly disrupted my time. I had Janis Joplin blaring from the old radio, my skirt swayed to the rhythm of the song together with me. The elevated mood while working in the shop was something I appreciated fully - with a kind smile, I departed for the backrooms to search for the package with the customer's name, not finding it anywhere near the proper place. A call later, I was opening Odette's office and extracting the paper-wrapped shoebox from the fridge, passing it into the customer's arms with utmost care: 'FRAGILE. KEEP REFRIGERATED AT ALL TIMES.' read on it in Odette's sharp cursive.

The bell above the door rang as the woman departed but I was already inching behind the curtain, overcome by sudden inquisitiveness.

The book. It stood right in the middle of Odette's desk, shut, but missing its padlock, beckoning with the thick gothic letters spelling out 'PRACTICAL ALCHEMY'. I noticed it as soon as I stepped into the office, confused and puzzled by my own unbearable desire to approach it immediately. I knew something was amiss, yet, my legs had a mind of their own and my hands firmly placed themselves upon the heavy cover of the book, seemingly without the input from my brain.

"What the hell..." I muttered to myself, finding the books contents to be - for the lack of a better word - peculiar. "Protect a babe born on all Hallows Eve..." I numbly mouthed the first words that my eyes registered. The pages made a soft noise as my shaking fingers turned them, one after the other. "Bestow healing upon a barren womb... Punish a thief..." There were - spells, and potions, and so many plants I've never even heard about before.

The pages turned and handwritings changed - at the start, words were written out precisely, the cursive neat and sharp, obviously written by an ink pen. Some things were scribbles, pencil or charcoal, so barely intelligible I had to guess about a third of the words written. Towards the end of the book pages made with a typewriter appeared - blocky letters and numbers, language modern, ash and cigarette smell coming from the paper.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The longer my hands touched the pages, the stronger the tingling sensation became - I failed to notice it at first, attributing it to the exhilaration of finding something so strange yet so precious, but as I was finishing a page that contained a fairly short spell for protection of a witches' home, the discomfort of my palms rose into a mild stinging pain.

"Fuck," I yelped, casting a look at my fingers. They were hot, angry, as if I had briefly touched boiling oil - and the skin on my fingertips began to blister, little white pustules forming where I had gingerly held the pages of the book in place. "What the fuck?" Was my reasonable question to nobody in particular.

The books contents were, no doubt, interesting but I was more concerned with the state of my hands - had I ignored the pain for five more minutes, I might have had to go to the hospital to treat what was beginning to look like a second-degree burn. I slammed it shut none-too-gently, placing it exactly as I found it and winced when barely a second of touching it brought on more excruciating pain.

The healing peppermint oil salve I knew people bought for mild burns only soothed the initial sting, so I had to suffer until I clocked out, stopping by a drugstore on my way home to purchase some much-needed burn cream. And while it didn't make it worse, I knew that my next day at work was going to be Hell.

Most thankful, however, I was to my voice-to-text option on my cell. Not only it allowed me to communicate with my friends without hurting my abused skin even more, but it also dutifully saved the short, simple spell that was supposed to protect my house. There was no harm in trying it, I supposed, after seeing what I didn't doubt was the book's own protection wreak havoc on my snoopy little hands.

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zelenacat · 3 years

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When We Were Young- An Obitine Story- Chapter 18

Satine did not tell Korkie about her fight with his father, she did however, ask him to question his siblings on whether or not they wanted to meet their father. Tyra felt like she would hate to run into him at the temple if he’d met her, and Tristan felt that it would add more uproar to his life. Mara didn’t think he’d be proud of her, and seemed to understand that he’d fought with her mother. Korkie outright said he felt like forming a relationship with his father would be a betrayal to his mother. When Satine assured him it wouldn’t be, Korkie still didn’t budge.

So, a mere hour before the Duchess of Mandalore would welcome the head of the Trade Federation. She was texting Senator Amidala.

“None of the kids want to meet him?”

“None.” Satine repeated.

Padme bit her lip, “He’ll be angry.”

“I know.”

The phone end went silent.

“Padme,” Satine stutterted, “I mean, if it wouldn’t be too much, could you ask Anakin to break the news to him?”

“They haven’t been on the greatest of terms,” Padme frowned, “since Obi-Wan found out that we knew before he did they’ve been a little tense.”

“Could you tell him then,” Satine swallowed, “and ask him if he’d like to be there when I give birth.”

Padme sighed.

“Please, Padme,” Satine begged, “he won’t talk to me.”

“Alright,” Padme agreed, “but I don’t know what he’ll say.”

“Thank you, thank you so much, Padme,” Satine gasped, “you’re such an angel.”

“Good luck with the Federation heads, Duchess,” the Senator warned, “they can be stiff.”

“I will, Senator,” Satine smiled, “thank you, thank you a thousand times over.”

The Duchess’ dress weighed more than any dress should. Four ladies had to carry it into her room on a stretcher. It seemed that every blue crystal owned by the Mandalorian royal house was on that dress.

“How-” Satine began.

“Five pounds,” Waldie grinned, “and that’s without your tiara.”

Parna squealed.

“Let’s get you in it, Satine,” Khaami huffed, “it’ll certainly be a piece of work.”

“That it will.” Waldie agreed.

There were at least three layers of petticoats that Satine counted, then came the glorious masterpiece itself. A luscious royal purple silk resplendent as the stars with gems worth more than the Banking Clan owned all together.

“Ooph,” Satine huffed, “heavy.”

Waldie smiled, “Should I send for the royal jeweler?”

“Please.”

Khaami and Parna’s dresses were navy, modeled in the traditional style of ladies to the Duchess. Lord Eldar, Khaami’s husband, had given his wife their family jewels for the occasion. Parna ooed and awed. Parna, as head lady, wore the golden sash of service.

“They Royal Jeweler, Your Grace.” Waldie announced.

The old man bowed low, holding a wooden chest out before him.

“Your jewels, Your Highness.”

Parna gasped as Satine opened the treasure. Satine adorned herself with a diamond choker and pearls around her neck, and silver bangles on her wrists.

“Satine,” Khaami gasped, “I didn’t know you had such majesty.”

The Duchess giggled, “There’s more to come.”

The royal jeweler opened the box that Waldie was holding and pulled out a navy sash.

“The medals? Parna gasped.

“We’re putting on a show,” Satine explained as Khaami pinned on her medals, “and I intend to make the trade representatives quiver in their boots.”

“You certainly will.” Waldie assured.

“And now,” the Royal Jeweler gestured, “for the tiara.”

Satine’s eyes watered as she saw it, remembering her mother.

“The late Duchess wore this on her wedding day,” the Jeweler stated as if Satine had forgotten, “it was a gift for Queen Mara from King Zagreus the Second of Zygerria.”

It was gorgeously intricate. Silver, diamonds, pearls, and even some quartz glowed magnificent in the headpiece. Satine stared at herself in the mirror. She looked like an empress.

“Do excuse me, Your Highness,” the jeweler bowed, “I must prepare your nephew.”

“Thank you,” Satine nodded, practicing moving her head in the crown, “you’ve done me a wonderful service.”

“I can’t believe you invited the whole court,” Khaami grinned, “I haven't seen some of the clan leaders in years.”

“I know,” Parna agreed, “and we get to dress so fancily.”

Satine had forgotten that Parna was a little younger than her, they had become adults together, yet in many ways they were still young.

“I saw them raising the banners earlier,” Khaami cooed, “and I must say, the new crest is marvelous.”

“You know how I love lilies.” Satine smiled.

Parna slipped the Duchess’ comfiest navy flats on her feet.

“Ah,” Satine placed her hands on her stomach, “this is going to be a long night.”

“You’ve got this,” Parna huffed, “you’re the Duchess.”

“And the She-wolf of Mandalore.” Khaami added with a grin.

“Yes,” Satine agreed, “I am.”

The Duchess was grateful her dress had a stiff back, it helped spread the weight evenly as she walked. Satine, donning her transparent shawl, met Korkie behind the doors to the grand hallway.

“Wow,” his jaw dropped, “don’t scare them, Lady Aunt.”

“I make no promises.” Satine winked.

Korkie himself was also dressed finely. Wearing his navy military uniform with a purple sash and medals to mark him as heir presumptive. He even had a ceremonial sword.

“I’ll meet you at the bottom of the stairs,” Korkie nodded, disappearing down a side hall, “good luck.”

Satine smiled.

“Her Grace, Satine Kryze, Duchess of Mandalore, Second of Her Name and Lady Krewella, accompanied by Lady Parna Supreis and Lady Khaami Eldar.”

The doors opened wide and Satine descended gracefully, a noble dignity caressing her features. It was so silent the only noise were Satine, Parna, and Khaami’s footfalls, but the Duchess knew it was just awe settling in.

The doors across the hall opened.

“His Grace, Korkyrach Kryze, Duke of Sundari.”

Those who weren’t enthralled by Satine swiveled their heads to Korkie, who kept a steady pace walking down the hall as he was trained to do. When Satine reached the bottom of the stairs, she straightened her shoulders and waited. Then, holding out her hand as Korkie came close, allowed herself to be escorted to her throne.

As she sat, Satine scanned the crowd, there, at the back, were the Trade Federation representatives. An aide whispered to them and proudly, the representatives came forward, their circle of assistants around them.

“The Honorable Trade Federation Ambassadors lead by Trai Dee.”

Trai Dee, a man dressed in gold robes, bowed low before Satine. All his minions followed.

“Mandalore welcomes the Trade Federation with great reverence,” the Duchess announced, smiling, “we look forward to working to ensure the benefit of both our systems and set an example to the galaxy.”

“The Trade Federation thanks you for your welcome, my Great Lady,” Trai Dee raised his head, “we come with the righteous goal of acting as a beacon of humanly grace in wartime, and are grateful for Your Highness’ sentiments.”

“I appreciate the Trade Federation’s noble quest, and am most grateful for your time,” Satine looked up to face the court, “Mandalorians, shall we treat our guests with all our system has to offer?”

Cheers went up from the crowd, and a low rumble began as the drummers warmed up their tambors. The dance floor cleared, Satine stood, so did Trai Dee.

The Duchess walked down to the Ambassador, “I would be honored if you would join me for the first dance, Your Honor.”

“It would be my pleasure to accept, Your Grace.” Trai Dee agreed.

They danced La Mandalorra, and old Mandalorian waltz performed only to drum beats.

“Senator Amidala never told me you were such an exquisite dancer.” smiled Trai Dee.

“Thank you for your compliment,” Satine smiled, “I do hope you will enjoy the way we do things here.”

The Ambassador grinned back, “I happen to like grandeur and courtly rigour, Your Grace.”

Satine laughed, “Then you’ve come to the right place.”

The Duchess twirled, her dress spooling out around her. Then, she faced Trai Dee, who got down on one knee and kissed her hand. Applause arose, and the Ambassador stood as more people joined the dance floor. Khaami, Parna, and Korkie all danced with Ambassador Dee’s aides while Satine and her partner danced the second song.

“If I may,” Satine began, “I hope you will excuse any dealings you had with my former Prime Minister.”

“It’s quite a terrible thing,” agreed Trai Dee, “I am just glad he is in custody.”

“So am I,” Satine tried not to frown thinking of Almec, “Senator Amidala was a huge help to us.”

“The Senator is a gift to us all.” Ambassador Dee nodded.

The second song finished and Satine curtsied.

“Do excuse me, Ambassador, I must see to my ladies.”

Khaami and Parna nodded at their partners and left to join Satine.

“Is anyone here I should know about?” Satine whispered.

“The Wrens are here,” Parna stated, “but I don’t think that will be a problem.”

“I saw a jetpack flying in the distance,” Khaami quivered, “but I have scanned the room and can’t see anyone we affiliate with Death Watch.”

Satine scanned the room as well, smiling slightly as she saw Tristan and Korkie, but then returned to her goal. After a minute she was satisfied.

“Accompany to visit Jaru, our Prime Minister,” Satine instructed, “I don’t believe you’ve met her yet.”

“I have.” Khaami grinned.

“Still,” Satine linked her arm through her lady’s, “you are married now.”

The Prime Minister was standing with some trade aide, who all regarded Satine and her ladies politely.

“Your Grace,” Jaru Djarin bowed, “you throw a splendid party.”

“It’s all in honor of our guests,” the Duchess smiled, turning to the aides, “Mandalore is thrilled to have you here.”

“We are happy to be here,” an aide responded, “Your Highness is very kind.”

“Well then,” Satine smiled pleasantly, “I hope to see you enjoying yourselves.”

Next, the Duchess made her way to Korkie, who was conversing with Mandalorian noble children his own age.

Tristan saw her first, and bowed, “Your Grace.”

“Aunt Satine,” Korkie grinned, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

The Duchess raised an eyebrow, “This song is coming to a close, Korkyrach, and I wore my good shoes.”

Sabine Wren snorted at that.

“Lady Aunt,” Korkie handed his cup to Tristan and held out his hand, “would you do me the honor of joining me in the next dance.”

“Why, Korkie,” Satine placed a hand to her chest, “I would simply adore that.”

The Duchess let her nephew lead her onto the dance floor. The musicians began, and Satine twirled.

“I never thought I’d have to speak pleasantly for so long,” Korkie whispered, “I met a couple of the Ambassador’s aides, our conversation was practically a minefield.”

“Minefield?” Satine asked.

“They of course have ties to both sides,” Korkie explained, “but I got the impression they resented your friendship with Auntie Padme.”

“I see,” Satine’s eyes narrowed, “and did they mention the Ambassador’s feelings on the matter?”

The Duchess spinned, returning to get Korkie’s answer.

“I think they feel we are more Republic-leaning,” the Duke of Sundari answered, “but an aide, Jaira Deere, said that the Viceroy would be pleased if Mandalore stayed neutral, and of course, that’s who they represent.”

The Duchess curtsied, the Duke bowed.

“You’ve been very helpful, Korkie,” Satine straightened, “let me introduce you to the Ambassador directly, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

On her nephew’s arm, Satine went in search of Ambassador Dee. She found him talking with Ursa and Alrich Wren of all people.

Alrich saw them first, “Your Highness, Your Grace.”

Trai Dee turned around with a tense smile on his face, and Satine wondered if this visit was as much informational as it was to strike a deal and make money.

“Your Highness.” he bowed.

“Ambassador,” the Duchess smiled sweetly, “allow me to introduce you to my nephew, the Duke of Sundari.”

Dee bowed, “It’s a pleasure, Your Grace.”

“The pleasure is all ours, Your Honor,” Korkie extended his hand, “Mandalore is grateful for your visit.”

The Ambassador shook Korkie’s hand, “We’re glad to be here.”

The Duchess made some pleasant compliment about Korkie’s schoolwork and then excused herself, promising she’d return soon.

Satine was glad to find Tristan standing relatively alone, watching Sabine dance with a Saxon Lord.

“Lord Wren, may I speak with you?”

Tristan bowed, “Of course, your Grace.”

Satine lowered her voice, “I missed you and Mara’s sixteenth birthday.”

The boy’s eyes saddened, “I thought you forgot.”

“I couldn’t,” the Duchess tried to keep her tone even, “I was there you know.”

“Mara, and I met up for fifteen minutes in a shady part of town,” Tristan grinned at Satine’s expression, “we had coffee and commed Korkie and Tyra.”

The Duchess gave a small smile, “Well, tell your family that they’re invited to breakfast tomorrow with Korkie and my ladies. I’d like to give you your present.”

Tristan perked up, “I would love that.”

“I’m glad.”

Tristan bowed and Satine meandered through the ballroom until she returned to Korkie and the Ambassador.

“Your nephew is quite inquisitive,” Ambassador Dee’s eyes sparkled, “it’s refreshing to see one so young care about politics.”

“I feel that way as well,” Satine wrapped an arm around Korkie, “my nephew makes for a good Duke.”

When it came time for dinner, a bell rang and two grand doors opened into the dining hall. Pride filled Satine’s features, her decorators had done a marvelous job.

As usual, Korkie pulled out his aunt’s chair and pushed her in as the rest of the guests were sitting down. Parna, Khaami, and Korkie were all sprinkled at the head of the table near the Ambassador and his aides, along with the heads of Clean Saxon, Wren, and Bralor.

Near the end of the table sat Count Vizsla, looking unusually uncomfortable. Duchess Satine, when she wasn’t conversing with the Ambassador or eavesdropping on conversations, spent her time watching him. When the meal concluded, she noticed that Count Vizsla, instead of returning to the ballroom, took a wrong turn at an intersection.

“Follow Count Vizsla,” Satine instructed Korkie, “and take Parna with you.”

The rest of the evening was spent back in the ballroom. No one was dancing now, but instead couches had been moved into the room and the musicians were playing quietly as cocktails were served.

“Do tell us, Your Highness,” spoke up a make aide, “how neutrality has managed to keep your system stable.”

“It’s been quite a journey,” Satine responded, “but war is intolerable to civilization, it wreaks havoc in unseemly ways that destroys all the good society works for.”

“And yet you take support from the Republic.” a female aide countered.

Satine raised an eyebrow, “We’d be willing to take support from the Separatists if they were kind enough to not block our trading lines.”

“Jaira,” Ambassador Dee interjected, “we will not let the war interfere with politics where it is not needed.”

Slowly, the guests approached Satine and thanked her for such a splendid party, and ever the esteemed hostess, the Duchess replied that she was happy to provide her service.

Parna and Korkie returned about an hour later, Parna pulled her lady aside.

“He confessed that his son made contact with him and spilled all of Death Watch’s plans to spoil the event, he’s in custody now.”

Satine smiled as if this were happy news and thanked Parna with a knowing look.

When it came down to only a few people left, Satine asked her guests if they wished to retire.

“My ladies will direct you to your rooms,” the Duchess gestured, “please know that your comfort is our first concern.”

Ambassador Dee bowed, “Thank you, Your Grace, sleep well.”

As the musicians packed up, Satine found Korkie and Tristan struggling to keep their eyes open.

“Get rest, boys,” the Duchess instructed, “we have big days ahead.”

Confession time, Satine took the elevator to her rooms. Korkie came up with her.

“We can’t have you falling asleep on the job, Lady Mother.” he teased quietly.

As Parna and Khaami were still attending to their guests Korkie sat his mother down and took off her shoes.

“You don’t need to do this, Korkie.” Satine smiled sweetly.

“I take of my siblings,” the Duke grinned, “I’m the oldest.”

That made Satine’s heart melt, and she felt safe enough to ask about whether or not Korkie would meet his father.

The Duke paused, “I’d still rather not, but maybe one day.”

The Duchess nodded and held out her arm to help her son up.

“Get some rest,” she advised, “Tristan and his family will have breakfast with us.”

Korkie winked, “Fun.”

“Go on now.” Satine shooed.

It took a half an hour to remove all of Satine’s jewels and place them in the appropriate boxes. It then took a further two trips for Khaami to return them all to the Royal Jewel Room while Parna undid Satine’s heavy gown.

“I can’t believe you’re still wearing corsets in your second trimester.” the lady admitted.

“I’ve done it before with twins,” Satine stated, “and we have Hera now, if you’re worried.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Parna agreed, handing Satine her nightshift, “I think things will be much easier now.”

When Khaami and Parna woke Satine up the next morning, the Duchess felt drained. She had a headache and her back and shoulders hurt from carrying the weight of last night’s dress.

“We have to spread our vile mixture on your sheets, remember,” Khaami whispered, “to stop the rumors?”

With a groan, Satine nodded.

“Come on,” Parna goaded, “your dress will be lighter today.”

Her dress was lighter that day. She wore her dress embroidered with the Mandalorian star system. The corset that had been added wasn’t as stiff, but Satine wore heels and a sash to distract from the fact that she had gained some weight. Then, while Parna did up her hair with lilies, Khaami spread Satine’s fake blood on her bedsheets.

“I’ll dip some on your nightdress too,” the lady added, “it’ll make it more convincing.”

Before heading downstairs, Satine fished out two plain-looking keycards.

“What are the presents?” Khaami asked.

“Palace entry cards,” Satine blushed, “so they can come see me and have access to the kitchens.”

Parna snorted. The main breakfast was served in the dining hall, but Satine went to a private room where Korkie was happily chatting with the Wrens.

“Duchess,” Ursa grinned, a gleam in her eye, “you were resplendent of our sun last night.”

“Thank you,” Satine blinked, “but tell me, how is the food this morning?”

“Delicious!” Sabine clapped.

Alrich shot her a look. Tristan snorted.

“Uh, I mean, delicious, Your Grace.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Satine smiled, sitting down, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen your family, Ursa, how are you all?” “Well, thank you,” Ursa nodded, “though Sabine had a question about Pre Vizsla.”

Satine raised an eyebrow.

Sabine shrunk, “Word travels fast.”

“Ah.”

Was Sabine friendly with the Death Watch? She’d have to ask Tristan. Korkie then took up the conversation to ask about Tristan’s schoolwork, which the Duchess found greatly interesting.

“Top of the class this semester,” she smiled, “really?”

“Yes,” Tristan blushed, “and I intend to study genetic engineering.”

“How interesting.” Satine looked to Khaami, a smile on her face.

At the end of the meal, while Ursa and Sabine excused themselves, Khaami, Parna and Alrich were clearing the plates, Satine turned to her sons.

“Korkie, give us a moment, will you?”

Standing, the Duke of Sundari winked at his brother and left.

“Tristan,” the Duchess held out the cards, “this gives you access to anywhere in the palace, one is for Mara, but I’d like you both to come and go as you please.”

Tristan was flabbergasted.

“You will be able to access the kitchen, yes,” Satine smiled, “and anything in the med lab.”

Tristan took the card, hand shaking, “Thank you, Lady Mother.”

“Happy sixteenth birthday, Tristan Kryze,” Satine kissed her second son’s head, “to you and your twin sister.”

Tristan wrapped his arms around his mother.

“May I come in now?”

Satine laughed, “Of course, Korkie.”

“I’ll ask Mara to come this weekend,” Tristan said, excited, “does this mean we get wine cellar permission?”

Korkie snorted, “I’m not even allowed down there.”

Satine leveled him a look, “And you shouldn’t be.”

Tristan turned to Korkie, “Don’t worry, bro, you’ve got me now.”

A small knock bounced off the door. It was Ursa Wren.

“The meeting room is prepared, Your Grace.”

“Thank you,” Satine stood, “for all your help.”

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Over the last couple months I finally upgraded to somewhat modern TV and gaming rigs in the form of a 55” Samsung 4KTV and Xbox Series X. I own three 4K UHD discs, but one I already covered a couple years back with my entry of the BluRay version that came bundled with the 4K disc of Die Hard. The other is a two pack of the first two John Wick films, and rest assured those will get their day in the sun here eventually. From my research, the Xbox Series X is not a top shelf 4K BluRay player, at least not at the system’s launch before presumable system software updates, but also sounds like a fairly better quality version of the drive that came in the Xbox One X|S, and also supports upscaling of regular BluRays to 4K. Coincidentally, on top of my movie backlog pile was a movie I absolutely wanted to take advantage of that 4K upscaling and thus here we are with today’s write-up for 2019’s The Avengers: Endgame (trailer). WARNING: Unlike nearly most of my other movie recaps I will be diving into serious spoiler territory ahead. The amount of hype leading up to Endgame was insurmountable. Anthony and Joseph Russo did an astounding job directing the first part in 2018’s Infinity War (read my entry for it here). Both that and Endgame top the three hour mark to squeeze in as many characters, references, periphery side plots and so much more from the previous 21 Marvel Cinematic Universe films that lead up to this finale. By accomplishing just that, both movies are the breeziest three hour viewings I have experienced because the Russo brothers do a commendable job at keeping the scenes flowing and doing their best to give everyone their proper time to shine. The ending of Infinity War saw Thanos (Josh Brolin) deliver the snap heard around the world that vanished half of all life in the entire universe. It was a soul-crushing downer of a cliffhanger to end on, but the post-credits tag hinting at the cry of help for Captain Marvel (Brie Larson) left crowds with a glimmer of hope. This being based around comic books there is the unwritten rule where no one truly stays dead either, so part of the experience going into Endgame was to see how the remaining Avengers plan to bring everybody back. Endgame kicks off with the fresh effects of ‘the snap’ when it starts with Hawkeye’s family all getting dusted from him in the middle of a picnic.

The film transitions to the remaining un-dusted Avengers squad of Nebula (Karen Gillan) and Iron Man (Robert Downer Jr.) floating aimlessly in space until the convenient deus ex machina that is Captain Marvel miraculously tracks them down and hauls them back to Earth. A few weeks Avengers HQ tracks down Thanos on an isolated planet and with Captain Marvel’s power, they anticlimactically kill him off in a brief scene. This was one of the parts of the film that did not sit well with me after building up Thanos as this unrivaled threat in all the previous films, and to have the Avengers cold-bloodedly put him down in quick order seems so……unlike them, but he did off half the universe so I understand how the Russo’s felt justified for filming it that way, but I cannot help that it did not come across right, and could have been handled better. Of course, a more proper Thanos battle would be coming later in the final act thanks to my pet peeve plot device that is…. …TIME TRAVEL!!!! This and alternate dimension traveling I despise and have turned me off to many shows over the years like Lost and CW’s DC shows. The worst of it is indeed present here because meaningful character deaths that happened in Infinity War to Loki (Tom Hiddleston) and Gamura (Karen Gillan) become undone and their sacrifices proved for naught. All that griping aside however, I will give the Russo brothers credit because even with those qualms I feel they pull off time travel and have it appear as more than a convenient storytelling method. Again, major props because that is a hell of a hurdle to overcome. The filmmakers go out of their way in a couple scenes to directly call out Back to the Future’s style of time travel bullshit, and have a couple characters ever-so-carefully explain in detail and for the laymen how “real” time travel works.

This is all thanks to a rambunctious rat who inadvertently zaps Ant Man (Paul Rudd) out of the Quantum Realm…after being trapped there five years due to his team being on the end of a dusting before bringing him back. Ant Man deduces upon his return that he is able to undo the dusting through his van-quantum-realm-contraption, and convinces the Avengers to conjure up a plan they cleverly dub the “Time Heist” to travel back to capture all the Infinity Gems Stones before Thanos does. I loved how these scenes played out, and there is a plethora of fan service throughout it as the three squads of Avengers jump to different periods like the final battle of the original Avengers film, and a 1970 military base where Howard Stark (John Slattery) unknowingly meets his son. Plans do not proceed swimmingly to say the least, and past timeline Thanos becomes clued in to their plan and thwarts the Avengers attempt at trying to undo the past in a CG showpiece for the ages with his assault on Avengers HQ. The CG fireworks continue to dazzle for the bulk of the final hour of the film with a climatic showdown between Thanos and his forces against The Avengers and the returning of the dusted Marvel characters. I have seen too many comic book films fail at translating over-the-top comic book action on the silver screen, but the Russo brothers always manage to pull it off. I fondly remember the theater crowd going gaga when Captain America (Chris Evans) summons Mjolnir and wallops Thanos with it. The women of Marvel have another moment to shine together where they collectively team up to kick ass. Moments of levity are brilliantly peppered in throughout the chaos for a much-needed chuckle from the nonstop adrenaline-boosting action. That final battle masterfully builds up to the dramatic sacrifice of Iron Man in the standout emotional scene of the film.

The resulting aftermath was heartwarmingly done here with a pre-recorded farewell from Iron Man, and a collage of nearly all the major and minor MCU characters at Iron Man’s funeral. I believe this is the first MCU film without a post-credits tag, and that is 100% fine by me, because the beginning of the credits is a lovingly crafted tribute to the original Avengers cast done in the fashion of the Original Series cast of Star Trek VI that resonated with me feeling the end of a pivotal era of the MCU that I have been largely enjoying since the original 2008 Iron Man. I usually do not dive into this much detail and spoilers when recapping the movies here, but due to this being the final chapter of this era of the MCU films I could not help myself, and believe me there is so much more I wanted to dive in here on because like I said, the Russo brothers crammed in an incredible amount of narrative into three hours. There is so much ground in here it is impossible for me to recap it all, and that it will in all likelihood be the fastest three hour movie you will ever endure. I did not get a chance to even touch on over-the-hill Thor (Chris Hemsworth) and the hybrid Bruce Banner/Hulk (Mark Ruffalo (spoiler: they both killed it!)). Endgame unsurprisingly did major bank at the box office, so I feel safe knowing most of you reading this already watched it by now which is another reason I went all out on the spoilers.

I re-watched the film for this entry a second time with commentary from the Russo brothers, and writers Christopher Markus & Stephen McFeely, and that greatly helped explain some little tidbits that were easy to miss and/or not fully comprehend in the midst of the three hours. I know this is a little detail, but I want to give props to Marvel for being one of the few companies out there for shelling out resources to caption the commentary track! I exponentially appreciate it more than you know! The commentary helped with understanding why they did not do a lot for Black Widow’s (Scarlett Johansson) aftermath of her death because she has her prequel film set to release. Other notable takeaways from the commentary was how Stark’s “I am Iron Man” line was a last minute addition to the film, giving credit to Star Trek VI as inspiration for their credits sequence, being hopeful for Marvel capitalizing on Falcon donning Cap’s shield and lots of understandable love for the visual effects team for their hard work. Aside from the commentary track, the BluRay has a second disc with just under an hour of bonus material. There is the requisite short, but top-of-the-line gag reel that is standard in most Marvel Studios home videos. There are five minutes of deleted scenes worth a look, with some of them lightheartedly covering up plot holes. Remembering Stan Lee is a touching tribute to Stan, filled with archived interviews from him on his experiences in the cameos, and showing plenty of delightful off-camera interactions with the cast and crew. There are well done character profile pieces for Thor, Black Widow, Captain America and Iron Man, with each one having countless cast and crew state proper kudos to what the actors have done for those characters over the years. If you only have time for one then I recommend Man Out of Time: Creating Captain America, because it goes into a little more detail than the others and Chris Evans has some intriguing introspection from his years with the character. Finally, there are short, but worthwhile pieces on the Russo brothers and the women of the MCU that should not be skipped out on either.

As I mentioned above, the hype building up to Endgame was insurmountable, but Joseph and Anthony Russo overcame the odds and delivered a gratifying conclusion to this era of the MCU. Watching the BluRay upscaled in 4K on a TV about a third bigger than my previous set made it a grander experience too for those showpiece moments. Sure I had quibbles and nitpicks I mentioned above, but by and large those are easily overcome by how much the Russo brothers got it right with this film. I am kicking myself for waiting a year and a half to re-watch it, but picked up on a lot of little things that went right over mine and Drax’s heads the first time out. If you have yet to give The Avengers: Endgame another viewing, then do not hesitate because you will not regret once again taking in this landmark epic that delivered against all odds! Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Dark Knight Rises Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve The Clapper Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed I & II Deck the Halls Detroit Rock City Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Grunt: The Wrestling Movie Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hell Comes to Frogtown Hercules: Reborn Hitman I Like to Hurt People Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Last Action Hero Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Man vs Snake Marine 3-6 Merry Friggin Christmas Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpions Revenge National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets Nintendo Quest Not for Resale Payback (Director’s Cut) Pulp Fiction The Punisher (1989) The Ref The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VIII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery Scott Pilgrim vs the World The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Slacker Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Sully Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild The Wizard Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

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