#this time its 4s in a city

[crystalleoi]

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[froggibus]

Camping Headcanons - Batboys + Wally West

Includes: Dick Grayson x gn! reader, Jason Todd x gn! reader, Tim Drake x gn! reader, Wally West x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, mild crack

Summary: spend a weekend away from the city camping with your boyfriend

CW: batboys have peak survival skills, Wally is very Wally, lots of classic camping fun

this is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!

Dick Grayson:

prefers to camp somewhere off the grid

loves traditional camping and is not at all opposed to just…sleeping on the floor of a tent

can almost definitely set up a tent in two seconds flat—even the jumbo ones that are supposed to take two people to set up

definitely helps that he’s flexible 

if there was a medal for best at camping, he’d probably win it

it's almost annoying how on point his survival instincts are

he can spearfish and does it just to show off

can cook pretty much anything over a fire but if it were up to him he’d just eat soup, burgers & hotdogs the whole weekend

packs 12 pairs of underwear for a weekend of camping

also has insane packing skills, like he could pack 2 weeks worth of supplies in one backpack

even if its not sunny, he WILL somehow tan just from being outside

Jason Todd:

also likes camping off the grid

unlike Dick, he probably prefers sleeping in a trailer or a cabin if he can help it

It’s not that he’s against sleeping in a tent or anything 

but he’s spent so much time sleeping on the hard ground/freezing his ass off that if he can afford the extra comfort, he’ll spring for it

so much more relaxed when you’re camping—it’s almost like he’s a different person

brings about a dozen books to read for like, three days of camping

if you weren’t with him he’d probably read them all too

even if you’re staying in a place with a stove, he INSISTS on cooking stuff over the campfire

a really good campfire cook too—he’ll make you some insane salmon & the most golden toasty s'mores for dessert

dork ass loves telling you scary ghost stories with a flashlight under his chin and everything

all so that you’ll cuddle closer to him that night

lets you wear his comfy clothes and his jacket if it’s cold outside and claims he ‘doesn’t get cold’

Tim Drake:

hard to convince him to leave Gotham for the weekend (mr weight-of-the-world-on-his-shoulders)

threaten to go camping by yourself and suddenly he’ll never leave your side

only camped at fancy resorts/nice cabins before Bruce

really enjoys being off the grid and being self sustaining though

loves those “cooking in nature” tiktoks and probably wants to try them for himself

doesn’t care where he sleeps as long as it has walls—but for you, he’ll get the warmest, comfiest tent or cabin possible

is weirdly prepared for almost any situation AND knows all of your cravings before you even have them

“I really wish we had strawberry marshmallows to make smores with”

“check my green backpack”

brings lots of different card games and WILL beat you at all of them before the trip is over

bring your own secret deck of Uno and watch him have a meltdown wondering how you could possibly have so many +4s

somehow knows exactly what went down with everyone while you were away

Wally West:

he’s like a kid again (as if he ever grew up let’s be fr) 

already has muscle pains from running around so much so at the very least he’s getting the comfiest air mattress ever

but most likely he’ll want to stay in a cozy cabin way off the grid 

with him, no campsite is too far or too remote

cannot cook for shit but will grill you the best burgers and hot dogs ever 

cannot roast s’mores for shit either 

they WILL catch fire and be completely crispy 

offer him one of yours PLEASE

“nah babe, I just really like them like this” 

liar. 

loves loves LOVES campfire cuddles and uses every reason under the sun to cozy up with you

tries to tell scary stories (that he stole from Dick who stole them from Bruce) but ends up freaking both of you out

has to do at least one (1) vigorous activity every day or he’ll be bouncing off the walls all night

has a secret never ending stash of candy on him & shares them with you

packs exactly two pairs of underwear for the entire weekend & is completely unprepared 

however if you forget or need anything else it is a CRIME and he will go get it for you 

manages to stretch a three day camping trip into a week

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[opal-owl-flight]

Quick lore question, did marie considering the idea of replacing 4 play into the insecurities she has later?

Absolutely.

I wanna preface this by saying one thing: Young 4 was a COMPLETELY different person before she got recruited by Marie. And Marie...responds to her accordingly.

Long read abt Hero2 events below!! Its. A lil messy sorry qisjke these are my notes

Young 4? A bitch.

Everything she ever wanted was given to her. Moved out of the highlands with an ego the size of a planet (and also bc she felt suffocated there), thinking she can make it in the big city.

...she struggled to make it alone. She had moved out bc her family was suffocating her with love, but now theyre not here, so now she feels homesick and underappreciated.

All that is expressed by her harsh, bitchy attitude. Shes gonna be mean bc no one has seen her for who she is. She'll show them!!

She finds her way around like this, and discovers that shes just as good at turf war here and at home. In fact, shes *so* good that she got the status of a rising star!

It aaalll just gets into her head. Shes "proven everyone wrong" now. Shes got the superiority complex and can back it up.

Marie...

...saw this. She was looking for a new agent to help find the missing zapfish. The second 4 heard this from her, she flexed her arms and...

"Look no further, your hero is RIGHT HERE!"

Marie at first adored the spunkiness of this new agent. Uuuntil 4 started thinking that shes better than her.

"Watch out, Agent Four!"

"You watch YOURSELF, grandma! Think Im a damn idiot to not see that coming? WAHA!"

Marie rolled up her sleeves after several stages full of her ignoring orders or sassing her out of nowhere.

Is that how shes gonna be? Fine.

When 4 finally trips and falls, hard, on a particularly difficult level, Marie pulls her to the side to fix her up and give her a lecture that tore her fucking ego to shreds.

She says something so fucking harsh like "That attitude will make SURE that you die sad and alone. I wonder how anyone puts up with you."

4s too hurt by her own failure to say anything back.

The reality of war finally gives her a reality check. Each victory is earned. its her life on the line. And the world.

She regains her spunk after saving the world.

------

Silly 4. She gets the job done but it takes a LOT of pushing in the mid-stages. Its like she got legitimately bored after the initial super easy ones, and thought the entire campaign a joke.

She went back to her turfing life topside between stages. And she takes a WHILE to come back to her missions -- usually late!! And then before she even goes in she just HAS to yak Marie's face off with what she was doing up there.

"Youre late."

"You shouldve SEEN ME, Marie!! I was carrying that Rainmaker round! I was-"

"Pray tell, Agent Four. How will you keep participating in turf with the Zapfish gone?"

"Whaat? Cmon. Nothing seems to be changing! Theres still power through the city!"

"The backup supply wont last forever, you know."

"Yeah yeah. Okay. Im here now. Wheres the next kettle?"

This attitude is from her high school days, clearly. She breezes by everything so fast that she can afford to do things last minute. It affects even this.

That, alongside her talking smack back to Marie, is what makes her snap at 4. Its what makes 4 stick to the mission fully starting late area 4 and area 5. (This is also around the time 4s life was threatened. God help me in those stupid platforming stages)

Post Hero2, 4 more or less does what 3 does. Shes the "replacement" til 3 comes back. (That cant be good for her confidence.)

At the same time, she has to deal with Callie and Marie talking out what the fuck Callie did with Octaria. "THEY SQUIDNAPPED GRAMPS!!!" and all. Why help them??? They get into squabbles where 4 was the unfortunate witness to. And peacemaker. It does NOT help that Callie for a while kept putting the glasses back on!!!

4 wishes so bad she had help of any sort. She feels 3 might be able to do something but what does she know?? Shes never met em!! She just imagines what the missing agent would do in that situation.

Callie...was also the person she got close to. Shes fun (unlike the stuck up Marie), shes empathic, she opened 4s eyes to the Octarian plight. It made her acceptance of 8 later much smoother.

Im not saying shes not close to Marie either, I bet they healed their relationship around this year too. Marie's sorry she tore 4s ego the way she did (even if deserved...). Marie's much more supportive of what 4s doing topside. Shes expressing her pride in the agent she found much more openly. (She brags abt her to Callie at times.)

The three of them heal together in that time. 4 sees them as older sisters Im p sure. Theyre both giving her tips for turfing and -- Marie even helps her with homework, HAH

And...while I say that 4 and Marie are in better terms, there are still days where Marie blows up on her. Lesser extent than before, but shes *worried* for her agent! (Its a similar plight 3 has.) In those times, its Callie who has her back. ("Hey! Its not like shes not trying!!" Callie understands how it is, and she also knows Marie best -- shes the one who makes 4 understand where Marie is coming from.)

[in1-nutshell]

Elita One's twin sister with the personality of SG! Blackarachnia with reactions from Team Prime

This is a continuation of the previous request.

SFW, Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Romantic hinted, Cybertronain (techno organic) reader

TFA

Winter had rolled in for the season.

Optimus had been very closed off since the interaction with the Spider Con. The team had tried to get him to talk about it, but he didn’t want to.

Not yet at least.

He wanted some time to think about this.

Buddy clearly didn’t want to be found by the Elite Guard, which to a degree made sense, especially since she had sided with the Decepticons.

His team however took the silence as something else.

They thought that the spider had done something horrible to their leader for him to be so reclusive.

“What do you think the Con did?”--Bumblebee

“Maybe they scared him? He is scared of spider’s.”--Bulkhead

“It can’t be that! That Con is too nice.”--Sari

“Oh, please! All Cons are bad!”--Bumblebee

“Not this one! You saw what happened last time! She saved me, twice!”--Sari

Suddenly Fanzone started calling.

One of the older buildings in the city had started collapsing and people were still inside.

“We are on our way!”--Optimus

“Well, I hope so, you’re friend went inside to help but they haven’t gone out yet.”--Fanzone

“Wait friend?”--Optimus

“You guys got a new Bot on the team, right?”--Fanzone

“Fanzone, we don’t have any recruits…”--Optimus

“Then who just went in there and started getting people out? That seems like a very Autoboty thing to do.”--Fanzone

“Wait, can you describe the Bot who went in?”--Optimus

“Umm… white, orange, a bit on the skinny side for a bot—”--Fanzone

“Fanzone this is important, did you see something spiky poking out of the back side?”--Optimus

“Yeah—Hello? Prime?”--Fanzone

Optimus sprinting out the door with his team following behind him.

The old building had cracks all around the sides, deeper ones at the top were created by the snowfall piling up on the roof.

Right now, their main concern was to get the humans out of the building before addressing the new bot somewhere.

A huge part of the building started coming down.

That’s when Optimus heard the yelling.

Without a second thought, he jumped into the collapsing building despite his team yelling otherwise.

Ratchet deciding, he had enough of staying in the sidelines charged in after the young Prime, using his magnets to get rid of stary debris.

Optimus kept on following the now muffled sounds of screaming until he got to the middle of the building.

Buddy was pinned on the floor with a huge chunk of the ceiling on her pedes, there was a pile of snow partially burying her helm.

“HELP! HELP! Please, someone!”--Buddy

“Buddy! Buddy, I’m right here!”--Optimus

“Optimus!? Optimus! I’m stuck! I can’t move! I can’t move!”--Buddy

“Its going to be okay Buddy!”--Optimus

As Optimus starts getting the debris out the ceiling starts cracking.

“No… not again… not again…”--Buddy

“Buddy just hold on! Keep talking to me!”--Optimus

“Its going to fall… Its going—”--Buddy

“It’s not going to fall on you Buddy. I will not let that happen, I promise you will get out of here! But right now I need you with me. Can you do that?”--Optimus

Buddy, close to tears, nodding, trying to help as much as she could.

Ratchet finally came in to see Prime trying to get rid of the debris from the Con.

Now normally he would try and get Prime out of there, the con wasn’t worth it.

Cons were harder to kill than the Earth’s roaches.

But he saw the determined and terrified look on his faceplate trying to keep the Con awake and getting the debris out with one servo while propping the con to lean on his.

He used his magnets to lift a bit of the ruble.

It was enough for Prime to pull the con out and gather them in his arms and the three got out just as the rest of the ceiling started caving in.

Buddy had passed out as soon as they all made it out of the building.

 Prime quickly started running towards the plant with the other 4s in tow.

Everyone was confused but followed the Prime.

There was a lot of protest to have the Con come into their home, but Prime wasn’t having it.

“We can’t have a Con know where we live!”--Prowl

“Prowl’s right! Look Prime I’m agreeing with him!”--Bumblebee

“She isn’t going to tell anything.”--Optimus

“And how do you know that?”--ratchet

“It’s not like you know her Prime! How do you know what she is or is not going to do?”--Prowl

“…”--Optimus

“Guys, she might be a Con and all, but look at her! She is hurt and she tried to save a bunch of humans. I don’t think a Decepticon would do all that without a good reason. I say we give it a chance.”--Sari

“Really, Sari!?”--Prowl

“I agree with her.”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead?!”--Prowl

“Me too.”--Bumblebee

“…”--Ratchet

“Still—”--Prowl

“THAT’S ENOUGH! If anything, bad happens to this team it will fall on me and you can have the last ‘I told you so’ if something bad does happen! Right now Buddy needs help and I don’t—I don’t…”--Optimus

“…You do know them…”--Prowl

“I’ll get the medbay ready Kid. You take her in when I say it’s okay.”--Ratchet

Ratchet didn’t know what history Prime had with this Con, but he was choosing to trust the Prime.

Thankfully the wounds looked worse than what they really were.

Optimus told the team a short version of the story between him and Buddy, while Buddy rested.

“The three of us thought she was dead when we left that planet. When we met again not too long ago, it turned out that the organic part of her had masked her signature…”--Optimus

“And that’s why you could find her?”--Prowl

“Yeah…”—Optimus

“What happened to you guys when you got to Cybertron?”--Sari

“I… I took the blame—”--Optimus

“You did what?!”—Bulkhead

“Optimus!”—Bumblebee

“Prime!”--Ratchet

“I felt it was my fault and I took all the blame so Elita and Sentinel could continue with their training and end up in the Elite Guard.”

“That’s how you ended up on Space bridge repair.”--Ratchet

“Yeah…”--Optimus

“Well, if we are getting everything out now, I know that bot too.”--Ratchet

“Wait you know Buddy?”--Optimus

“Does everyone know this Bot? Bulk you know them?”--Bumblebee

“Nope.”--Bulkhead

“Good I’m not the only one.”--Bumblebee

“As I was saying, she used to come into some of the clinics to help when things were a bit hectic. She studied under me while she was taking her medical exams. She always said it was all for her friends.”--Ratchet

“Did she now?”--Optimus

“You three numb nuts always got hurt in the worst ways doing the dumbest stuff. What do you think I needed to do?”--Buddy

Buddy leaning on the wall.

“Kid! What are you doing up?! Are your circuits fried!”--Ratchet

“Not yet Doctor…”--Buddy

“Wait how much did you hear?”--Optimus

“Enough to make me wish I was at full strength so I could pummel you for taking the blame!”--Buddy

“But—”--Optimus

“Hold it Prime! And then punch Sentinel in his big chin and kick Elita in the behind!”--Buddy

“Buddy why don’t you sit down.”--Ratchet

“…Fine.”--Buddy

A blizzard had been forming outside.

Prime absolutely banned Buddy from going out in that weather.

Buddy really couldn’t complain.

Now she was stuck in the Autobot base until the storm at least passed.

She was constantly watched.

Many bots did try and question her, but to her surprise Optimus shut that down immediately.

Sari was the first one to approach her.

She didn’t have to fear this Con. Buddy had helped her before and had helped those people get out of the building.

She wasn’t a bad guy.

Bulkhead, a believer in second chances also jumped at the chance to connect with Buddy.

“What do you do for fun?”--Sari

“Fun?”--Buddy

“Yeah! Like watch movies, play games, that stuff.”--Sari

“Well, I do like looking at art sometimes.”--Buddy

“You like paintings!?”--Bulkhead

“Yes?”--Buddy

“I have some, you wanna see?”--Bulkhead

“Sure.”--Buddy

“Full warning Buddy, but they aren’t exactly… well you’ll see.”--Bumblebee

“Umm… okay?”--Buddy

“Here it is! What do you think.”—Bulkhead

Bulkhead presenting a painting full of colors.

“…Bulkhead…”--Buddy

“If you’re gonna say it stinks—”--Bulkhead

“Woah, woah, woah! Who said anything about it stinking? Art is in the optic of the beholder after all. I like the hues you used and the brush strokes you did here. I’m just sorry I can’t take this with me!”--Buddy

“You’re just saying that.”--Bulkhead

“What no! Why would I do that?”--Buddy

“You really like it?”--Bulkhead

“Bulkhead I wish I could bring it with me.”--Buddy

Bulkhead looking at Prime.

“Where have you been keeping them from me.”--Bulkhead

Bumblebee soon joined in showing Buddy some of his video games and may or may not have asked for some stories about the old Boss bot.

Buddy was happy to comply with that much to Optimus’s dismay.

“You have any stories about Boss-Bot?”--Bumblebee

“That’s not important—”--Optimus

“Absolutely!”--Buddy

“Buddy, no.”--Optimus

“Buddy, yes. Sit down kid, I got a whole bunch of stories. If you tell me a funny story about Optimus here from the time here on Earth, I’ll even throw in a story about Sentinel too.”--Buddy

“So, there was this time Optimus tried swinging from the rooftops one time and fell into the harbor.”--Bumblebee

“Bumblebee!”--Optimus

“Kid you are officially on my good side.”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Optimus

“Yes…”--Buddy

“You wouldn’t…”--Optimus

“And what if I do?”--Buddy

“No… not that one!”--Optimus

“Yes, that one! Now Prime here—”--Buddy

Optimus tackling Buddy down.

Ratchet joined in after checking over Buddy’s wounds again. He is glad to see one of his unofficial official students are still kicking.

Prowl joined in when she retold some of her adventures on this planet without the Cons. The two ended up having an in-depth conversation about rocks.

“Thank you Ratchet. Prime needs to remember some of us are still injured.”--Buddy

“Again, I said I’m sorry!”--Optimus

“Yeah, yeah.”--Buddy

“… You’re the Decepticon’s new medic aren’t you.”--Ratchet

“…How did you know?”--Buddy

“Call it a hunch… and you have several tools in your subspace with several rocks.”--Ratchet

“Rocks?”--Prowl

“Yeah, it’s a past time of mine. I think the humans call it a ‘rock collection’.”--Buddy

“Can I see?”--Prowl

Buddy popping one of her subspaces and taking out all sorts of rocks.

After the conversation, Sari declared it a movie night. Optimus was the last one to sit down.

The only place left was next Buddy.

Buddy looked at Optimus and patted the spot next to her, he sat down.

Neither of them looked at each other for a bit.

As the movie continued, Buddy took a glance at him seeing the sad look on his face.

She reached out and grabbed his servo.

“Thank you.”--Buddy

“Hm? For what?”--Optimus

“You kept your promise. You came for me.”--Buddy

“… I… I…”--Optimus

“It’s okay Prime. I forgave you a long time ago.”--Buddy

Optimus sniffling a bit while squeezing Buddy’s servo in response.

Buddy leaning her helm on his shoulder.

Prime moves a bit closer, just glad to have his friend back.

This was a start, a small one, but a start.

Buddy left the base that night while everyone went to recharge to go and meet up with the Cons.

She left a note telling them where she went and thanks for the help.

Right now, Buddy had another problem to deal with.

“Hey I’m back—”--Buddy

Buddy getting plowed to the ground by Blitzwing.

“Where were you?!”—Hot head

“Are you hurt?!”--Icy

“Did you make snow bots?”—Random

“I’m fine—“—Buddy

Lugnut running in and pulling Buddy into a crushing hug.

“Buddy, you have been gone for too long! Too many things have happened since you left!”--Lugnut

Starscream walking in and sighing in relief.

“Finally, you decided to come by. As your second in command, I demand you to tell us where have you been.”--Starscream

“Well, I got caught in the snowstorm—”--Buddy

“Snowstorm?!”—Blitzwing, Lugnut, Starscream

“Do you know how dangerous that was?!”—Starscream

“You could have been offline if—“--Blitzwing

“Yes? I know that, but I’m fine now.”--Buddy

“Yeah, one of you has to tell Lord Megatron now.”--Starscream

“Megatron? Wait is he mad?”--Buddy

“Not exactly, he has been worrying where you have been, which you still haven’t told us yet!”--Lugnut

“What is all this blundering—Buddy?”--Megatron

“Hello My Lord—”--Buddy

“…”--Megatron

Lugnut releasing Buddy from his hold as she stands up straighter.

“I’m sorry for being so late. I got caught in the snowstorm and I had to wait it out until I could leave.”--Buddy

Megatron walking up to Buddy stopping in front of her.

“Megatron?”--Buddy

Megatron picks up Buddy into his arms and carrying her to the medbay.

“Starscream get the heat pads! Blitzwing help him! Lugnut lock the doors!”--Megatron

“Megatron! There is no—”--Buddy

“If you say that ‘there is no need for this’, I will further put you under base arrest.”--Megatron

“What?!”--Buddy

“I will do it. Do not test me.”--Megatron

“Fine…”--Buddy

Megatron reaching to the medbay and closing the doors.

“…You did give us all a fright when you did come back… especially with the drop in temperature.”--Megatron

“Megatron—”--Buddy

“No. Let me finish. Buddy, we were worried. I was worried.”--Megatron

“Why were you worried? I’m just one medic in your army. I don’t--”--Buddy

“You are not just some medic!”--Megatron

“Then?”--Buddy

“You…I…”--Megatron

“Yes?”--Buddy

“I—”--Megatron

Lugnut kicking down the door.

“I have successfully locked the doors, Lord Megatron!”--Lugnut

Megatron looking like he is about to scream.

“Thank you…Lugnut…”—Megatron

Buddy giggling a bit in the background.

[allmyocsarebritish]

Kiss, Maime, Kill Chapter 7: The Radio Demon

Pairing: Alastor X killer! F Reader

Warnings!!: continuation of angst lol but it's almost over

Wordcount: 0.95k

2 things: number one, this was supposed to be the final chapter but it got long so I split it, number two, sorry for the delay it's still exam season </3

1939

Pentagram City, Pride Ring

Searching across an entire ring of hell for a singular sinner was easier said than done. It was like painstakingly filtering through a spindly hay bale for a singular needle, tearing apart the masses in desparate hope of finding what you needed.

You had spent the past week since falling at fate's mercy, but at every moment of utter despair memories of Alastor spurred you on. It was at these times of loneliness that you reminisced of his absence whilst broadcasting, the solitude filled by his soothing voice filtering through the radio.

Sighing, you sat up from the mangy sofa in the basement you had managed to swindle for a month or two whilst you searched for Al (and in the process a more permanent residency). Tired and wholeheartedly worn out, you flopped into the wooden chair beside a chipped, stained desk, pressing play on the radio and resting your head in your hands. Hot, burning tears began to stream down your cheeks at the news reporter's cheery voice. It had no hint of the transatlantic accent you adored so much, nor did it carry any of Alastor's way of speaking. Shaking, you began to feel your anger, heartbreak and frustration bubbling like a pan that had spent too long at the stove.

Bubbling over.

A harsh growl of rage escaped your throat as you picked up the clunky, mahogany radio and heaved it at the wall before pounding it with your fists, leaving your knuckles sore and bleeding. The news reporter's voice drowned out until you were left in a silence broken only by sobs.

Sliding to the floor with your back against the wall, you covered your face with your bleeding hands, immobilised by grief. Scattered radio rubble littered the floor around you. The heavy, boxy shape remained mostly intact due to its stature, leaving only the dials scattered across the dusty wooden floor. Sniffling, you wiped your nose, not even bothering to disguise the tears or mascara staining your face as they continued to fall freely. Now you needed to get a new fucking radio. Not to mention the giant, gaping hole in the bloody (channeling Simon Armitage with this double meaning of bloody HA) wall thanks to your frustrated aggression.

"Fuck it, it's tomorrow's problem." You grumbled, stumbling over to the couch and flopping back down with an "uff", arm stretched over your weary eyes. You didn't remember exactly when sleep overtook, but it was neither peaceful nor refreshing.

Lifting your arm, you glanced at your watch. 11am. You'd overslept, not that it mattered anyway. Alastor, ever the early riser, would have gently scolded you for wasting such a promising morning, but he wasn't fucking here. Through bleary eyes you were greeted with the sight of the broken radio, another hefty weight added to the emotional load you were carrying. Burying your dread, you decided to try and focus on the problem at hand. It was a simple enough venture, travel to any decent shop in the city, pick up the cheapest radio to replace the one you broke (as it wasn't actually yours to begin with but instead belonged to those lending you the basement - you would have been glad to be rid of the thing), then wallow in self pity for the rest of eternity. Easy.

So easy in fact that you flopped back down, staring into space for another solid half hour. Then 3/4s of an hour. Then a full hour. Then you got up.

You didn't bother to change, this was hell: nobody gave two shits what you were wearing, nor was it anyone's business. The paved streets were rife with crime and danger, any ordinary person would be terrified. But it didn't bother you, nothing much did anymore. Empty eyes scanned over a few shop windows, nothing of interest present. You could hardly afford to replace the cathedral radio, you had to kill to pay rent, but a few coins jostled in your pocket as you walked. At least this wasn't the greed ring (not that you felt much at home in pride, considering you were so very lacking).

Window-shopping proved to be futile, and was getting you absolutely nowhere. You would have to actually go in to the shops, which you would prefer to avoid doing truthfully. But it wasn't exactly your choice as you really didn't want to be booted out and back onto the streets. Summoning strength with a deep inhale, you pushed open the door of a gadget's store, the little bell chiming as you entered.

You made your way over to the counter, mentally preparing for your first social interaction in days. Fiddling with the coins in your pocket your fingers traced over the imprint of Mammon's face as you began to mentally rehearse "do you sell radios??"

Just as you strung together a frail string of confidence, an earsplitting, piercing scream sounded from seemingly some kind of radio, given the static. How convenient. Or it would have been, at least if the anguished howling wasn't so incredibly loud and disturbing. Prolific serial killer you may be, but that didn't mean you delighted in an unknown sinner's pain. You were starting to live up to your surname. Speaking of Altruists, you missed your partner in crime. But, just as you were about to leave the shop, a certain Mid-Atlantic voice just so happened to filter over the anguished torment.

"Greetings, dear sinners!"

You froze like (get ready for it) a deer in the headlights. (DUDUDUDUDUUU)

The sound of his voice sent chills wracking your body and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Alastor.

You were going to find him after all.

Part 8!

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The boy. Rich, pampered and above all, loved. The youngest of 2 and the most reckless of all, was born on a silver platter - quite literally - on February 18th, 1789 in a grand manor in downtown “prestigious” London.

The baby was born into the noble house of Lockwood, whose names were well known for their male line’s revolutionary contributions over the years to several wars, including the Thirty Years War, the War of Jenkins’ Ear and the First Carnatic War.

He was the heir to the vast wealth his family sat upon. Even though he had an elder sister, and his parents did NOT believe in patriarchy, he was priceless to the olders . So, that was what he was named-Anthony, Anthony Lockwood.

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As the boy grew from a young toddler crawling up the winding staircase, to a charismatic young man that attracted the eyes of anyone that laid his eyes on him, he grew more lonely and detached from the world.

He did not know what it was like living as the 3s, 4s and 5s did, he didn’t even have a single friend that didn’t try to use him for gods’ sake! Yet, in the eyes of the elders, he was the embodiment of everything they wanted the future heir to be.

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Anthony, not Ant, not Tony, knew his parents and sisters loved him. They showered him with love and spent as much time as they could with him. He adored his elder sister, who had read to him every night as a child and his parents who regaled him with the various ‘incidents’ during their selections.

Believe it or not, his mother (Celia) actually came from a long line of powerful aristocrats, said to have royal blood in their veins. While it wasn’t confirmed, the rumors’ existence in themselves had boosted Celia’s ancestors to the status of 2s and when Celia and Donald had gotten married, it was the talk of the city for several years.

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When Anthony had turned 19, his parents with the assistance of Jessica, his elder sister, were finally able to wear down the elders and had gotten him a permit to explore the city. Though under one condition, to disguise himself and to bring along one guard (disguised as well).

That was the best day of his life. As he travelled the back alleys and the most “inconspicuous” (he was sure that it just made them more suspicious) routes, the duo had past a rather peculiar store and it had intrigued Anthony. As silently as he could, and noting that his guard was a solid 5 feet in front of him, he pulled the Houdini act and disappeared into the aisles of the store. As he wandered aimlessly, he was met with a wash of sandy hair and a pair of round, steely eyes and even rounder spectacles.

After going through a series of hilarious expressions of surprise, the stripling introduced himself as George Cubbins, and seemed to be around his age. Apparently, the man was a Fittes employee but worked at this second-hand store for some extra cash (how much more money this man wanted Anthony wondered, after all, Fittes paid their employees, even the lowest ranks a minimum of £35!)

The two spend the next hour discussing about the latest fashions and the most ridiculous things the two could think of until George broke their amiable bubble and joked, “ What is your name? I can’t keep calling you man, can I ?”. The atmosphere immediately sombered and Anthony murmured, “Name’s Anthony, Anthony Lockwood.”

“Lockwood?!” George yelped “I have been talking to a Lockwood this entire time?! “Shh, George, you might alert the guard I ditched earlier!”, remarked Anthony. “Here, quickly take down my personal address, nobody else knows about its existence and make sure nobody, ever gets it. My guard is sure to find me now!”

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And right he was, the guard, who had been sweeping all the nearby alleys and roads in a panicked state, had heard George from 3 streets away and had quickly made time to reach the store, just after the address exchange occurred.

The guard, though only slightly older than him had yanked him by the back of his collar, and whisper-yelled, “Are you mad, sire?! The amount of attention that yell from that intern is sure to spread a mountain of rumours and… Drat!!.. now my job’s on the line…. His volume lowered with every word he spoke until all you could hear from the guard were faint mumbles.

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Suffice to say, once Anthony came back home, he was to be ‘punished’ for his lack of ‘gentleman from rank 1’ behaviour. Thankfully, he had George to rely on for his impending boredom till the elders approved to a meeting and for that, he was forever grateful.

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Once the meeting with the elders were scheduled for later that evening, Anthony thought he would be banned from going out anymore, which he would be upset about but would eventually get over. But, what the elders said were much, much, worse and made his already pale face even paler, “ You are to have a Selection ”.

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A/N : phew 😮‍💨. This was a lot of work. Sorry for the delay in publishing, I broke my right wrist (my dominant hand) and the doctor issued a strict ‘no-using-hand-rule’ which is a real pain considering this is exam week and I have a bunch of deadlines to meet.

anyway, I would love to hear your feedback on my work in the comments considering my usual pieces are informative, journalistic and opinionated. I tried keeping the vocab simple so people won’t have to search the meanings of fancy words.

My next published part will probable take some time since I am really busy now, but until then, its me out!

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The Eightfold Path: Right View

The mind is one of the most complicated things in nature and to have the mind understand itself is a difficult undertaking. In Buddhism, the need to see how the mind irritates itself, including when it wrestles with spiritual concepts, can betray levels of stress no different than wrestling with other worldly concepts. In this series we will look at the Buddhist Eightfold Path where those intricacies are examined. Now it's important to look at Buddhism both from the angle of becoming a monastic, and that of the lay person. The following information leads one to rest in the right brain more often and a monastic at most is doing manual labor, reading, memorizing texts, and meditating. The sangha provides an environment to allow old conditioning to starve and new conditioning to take its place and then eventually to let go of as much unhelpful conditioning as possible. They are recusing themselves from being in regular jobs in business and government where much of these practices are compromised with work politics, meeting deadlines, currying favor, being promoted and being rejected. This can lead to miserable mind states of resentment, envy, and aggression. An example I remember when working in Accounting, which is an area, like in many professions as we can see in the medical profession as well, where Cluster B personality types are over-represented compared to the general population. They seek power and leverage above all else and professions provide that. In this example I was mentioning what NOT to do in business, for example with Ponzi schemes and Bernie Madoff. A pretty obvious point. Another accountant, obviously a Cluster B type, with the "I don't give fuck" look in his eyes and dead seriousness when he responded, "well Richard, you can see that the problem wasn't with what he did but that he didn't get away with it."

Find Your Right Brain - The Mindful Word: https://www.themindfulword.org/2012/meditation-right-brain/

The Madoff Affair PBS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH1Y66IwKvc

Of course any sangha can go out of control, which is the consequence of having people who need help who congregate in those areas. This is similar to psychology environments and other religions. Ideally when it's working well it helps an individual's meditation practice when struggling with influences coming from modern life. It's expected that to perfect this practice you have to rely on donations, dana, and live in a secluded community to focus on these practices solely. As Eckhart Tolle repeatedly points out, being a monastic is not like being in highly charged jobs like in the Stock Market. A lay person, which most practitioners are, are adding this wisdom to their householder lives more or less, like a dot inside the yin or yang, but it can easily be compromised by things like marital discord, inconsistent employment, and natural aging and disease, with the later piling pressure up on top of the former as time goes on. I'm a lay person so I'll be engaging in some harsh speech every so often and small dashes of humor, so I'm looking at monastic life from that lens of a city dweller. A monastic type may be interested in this post to a certain extent but would realize that meditating right now instead of listening to this might be more beneficial.

How Can I Find Work That Will Give Me Joy - Eckhart Tolle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFGAvPud80A

The Balance of Being and Doing - Eckhart Tolle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j57b6TigGYM&t=4s

Right View

Starting with MN9, Right View on the Eightfold Path, focuses on an ancient description of what we would call conditioning. Typical of a cause and effect method, it starts off with impulses that have turned into attitudes and behaviors that the wise should avoid at the gross level of recognition. This is when it's almost too late. One is to avoid "Taking life, taking what is not given, sexual misconduct, lying, divisive speech, harsh speech, idle chatter, covetousness, ill will, and wrong views." As one can see, many people enjoy all of those things in worldly pursuits and they do so regularly. One has to be sensitive enough to feel the pain in those things and to abandon those activities because of the drawbacks. I think those with serious personality disorders will have trouble with this and is partially the reason why there are so many scandals in sanghas. In a way, this is the test. "Are you sensitive enough to notice that these things have irritating components to them and any pleasure derived has a concomitant amount of stress attached to them?" Mental peace in this system is the highest goal.

In the Four Noble Truths, clinging is the target because it conditions and strengthens more craving which in a loop continues to make it easier to cling, which is an impulse to control and satisfy any particular goal. Because it never ends, until you're dead, it becomes a vice and hampers the sense of freedom that one briefly may have encountered in youth, but with age, there are layers of adult conditioning that have hardened over time. This isn't to blame of course, because all mammals and ancestors used conditioning to survive, but as a human who is cognizant of death, happiness and peace isn't always about propagating the species and Darwinism. There is a meaninglessness to endless conditioning and fighting over scarcity that bothers a sensitive human so that they want to transcend circumstances much more than animals do. This root of suffering is translated as Feeding or Nutriment, because there's a pleasure in succeeding to satisfy cravings and removing what is aversive. Pleasure creates craving to repeat the process endlessly, which means the stress connected to the pleasure keeps returning in a form of Karma.

As the sutta makes clear, pleasure in food, sensation, intellectuality, including what I'm doing here, and the subtle pleasure of being conscious is a relishing that builds craving at different strengths. Now one is not to forcibly pretend one doesn't like what one does, but to begin to see the danger of stress in these impulses and activities. A simple way of seeing is taking account of one's own periods of mild depression as life events changed over time. Certainly when looking at impermanence, one can't always rely on externalities to provide endless satisfaction. The mind naturally gets bored and requires more refined pleasure to keep in a Flow state, which demands more resources to make it ever more refined, and when impermanence comes inevitably, there's a down-feeling of depression that can go into panic when expectations aren't met. Refined conditions are also harder to keep so the come down emotionally is severe. It's like putting all of one's eggs in one basket, losing it, and being left with nothing to feed on. Examples of this are losing a profession that requires a lot of training and conditioning to perfect, losing an intimate partner, especially one where there were a lot of years of co-creating and co-becoming, or losing important investments before retirement. The stress is more acute. Then when you add conflict over scarcity, it's easier to relinquish pleasure when paying attention to those kinds of drawbacks. This is an important indication of the capability to learn.

Flow - Csikszentmihalyi: https://rumble.com/v1gvked-how-to-gain-flow-in-7-steps.html

The late Rob Burbea often translated Greed and Aversion, which in this sutta is described as the unskillful cause and effect in this process of dissatisfaction, as a push and pull, where subtle pulling is greed and subtle pushing is aversion. This can escalate from smaller to larger stressful manifestations. One can see at a more subtle level that unconscious movements of thinking and the spotlight of the attention span aiming, and feeling a small effort "oh, ah, uh, oh..." with each movement, like small astronaut boosters controlling direction. "Phhhffft...Phhhffft...Phhhffft..." One can ask "Is this Phhhfft satisfying?" You scan the body and relax pushes and pulls that aren't necessary. You can also see the attention span moving like a sense of self, but realize the awareness is aware of it already, and so therefore relax the movement. Rob defines clinging as "any movement of body or mind towards or away from anything. So any time we try and push something away from us. Now, that could be really that the mind is just, 'Get it away from me! I hate this!', or very, very subtle: there’s no thought involved. There’s just a kind of micro-energetic inclination of mind to push something away, or to pull something towards us, or pull ourselves towards a thing. So any kind of push-pull of the consciousness (something like that) is called ‘clinging.’"

Clinging, Craving, Eros (Q & A) - Rob Burbea: https://dharmaseed.org/talks/43935/

Coinciding with these impulses are daydreams about a future version of you, Becoming, which is savoring and relishing a future outcome. Often it's the anticipation that is more energizing than the manifestation. A personal narrative of rising or falling in success is a keen stress to look out for. For Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, this is just fine, because one can purposefully examine what is accessible and what is not and choose daydreams that are accessible to manifest, to maintain satisfaction. The key to that is what causes excitement when thought about. Daydreaming about what is inaccessible is frustration, and it can include fixated plans adding to tunnel vision and unnecessary conflict. Naturally he doesn't expect permanent Flow states because what we think is accessible, or not, is prone to misjudgment, error, and uncertainty. From the Buddhist perspective, daydreaming is a dangerous business. The sense of "I am" is in the daydreaming and both can be progressively relinquished by being sensitive to the risks of stress, and this bypasses the need to force oneself to let go through dogma alone. The sensitivity can even be more refined as in AN 1:329 where "just as even a tiny amount of feces is foul-smelling, in the same way, I don’t praise even a tiny amount of becoming—even as much as a finger-snap.” Becoming is the sense of identity connected with conditioned feeding, pushes and pulls, and daydreaming. The metaphorical sense of aging and death in daydreamed narratives IS what is bypassed by these practices, not the actual physical process. The monk still will become older, sicker, and die, but ideally he or she doesn't mind the process as much because the daydreaming is much less.

Now remember, in a lay environment, you often have to enforce boundaries, which is a way of conditioning other people to behave. In order to prevent theft, one has to have a military and police to protect property and they use aversion and aggression out of necessity to maintain peace, much like you see in the natural world with animals and territoriality. There is a purpose to anger, but it's a pleasure mixed with pain. By relinquishing everything but necessity in the Buddhist way, one becomes boring to predators, to a certain extent, but not completely of course. You can imagine the individual taking what is scarce from you and noticing that whatever they get is just a burden they are taking on and you are unloading, especially if it's some form of conspicuous consumption that's not related to necessity. If you have nothing worth taking then you are bothered less.

Like in the movie Knight of Cups, Christian Bale's character in an amusing scene is mystifying to burglars in his boring minimalist home. They lament "how come you ain't got nothing in this house man!?" This is an example of Delusion, which can be described in many ways, but in AN 3:69, Delusion is letting the mind wander from looking at those causes and effects of stress. When it wanders it goes back to old patterns and the same objects. A meditative example would be enjoying concentration, consuming it, and then letting go of the causes and effects that led to the pleasure in the first place. "Delusion tends to growth & abundance.…’" Force is used as a last measure to control attention, but it's better in MN 20 to contemplate: "‘Really, these thoughts of mine are unskillful, these thoughts of mine are blameworthy, these thoughts of mine result in stress.’" That is a form of healthy cold aversion that leads to relinquishment, as opposed to an aversion that is hot and defensive. As relinquishment continues, compulsive thoughts related to those subjects weaken in craving, through intellectual starvation, they arise less in the mind, and clear consciousness progressively. A de-conditioning practice called extinction in behavior psychology.

Knight of Cups - The Awakening 09:50: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFVFqVlfe8Y

Identity and 5 ways to make authentic change: https://rumble.com/v1gvjcr-identity-and-5-ways-to-make-authentic-change.html

Now wrong view in the Buddhist sense can be explained as views and beliefs that increase stress. “There are these four clingings: sensuality clinging, view clinging, habit & practice clinging, and doctrine of self clinging." Anything related to a "This is IT! The True Self! I found it! Finally! Here is the perfect ritual!", and similar enthusiasms, usually involve some form of subtle pointing with conceptuality, relishing and stressful feeding, no different from worldly pointing towards shopping or finding the best menu item to order. Political beliefs, Religious Beliefs, including clinging to Buddhist dogma, Scientific Beliefs, and superstitious beliefs in processes, procedures, and rituals, which are used as a form of refuge from stress, they are like a leaky roof. They are unreliable pushes and pulls and should be taken on with the attitude that science, procedures, and processes can change when more wisdom arises.

So a lot of the Eightfold Path is included in Right View. It allows one to see the seeking mind, including spirituality seeking, as a just another becoming you can let go of. One rests in a mind that is not devoid of thinking, but it is curated to include only nice museum items. The habit tendencies aren't completely forgotten, partially because learning requires some memory, but those old tendencies lose their power to take over consciousness. In MN 28 the danger in relishing Solidity, Liquidity, Heat, and the Wind of what is Impermanent includes everything in your experience including consciousness. A cooling of the mind is now possible.

“From acquisition as cause the many forms of stress come into being in the world. Whoever, unknowing, makes acquisitions —the dullard— comes to stress again & again. Therefore, discerning, you shouldn’t create acquisitions as you stay focused on the birth & origin of stress.” Acquisitions here are physical acquisitions but also acquisitions in experiences and knowledge. It's like a rich person who makes acquisitions of all kinds but their emotions don't look any happier than anyone else. They may have to downsize their home, sell the boat, and go through a divorce splitting their assets. The stress in their narrative might be quite similar to someone going through smaller versions of these same events. Ultimately when one faces death, the past is the past, and assuming there are still nice memories left, one is right up against death just the same. We really have to let go of everything no matter what.

Now as a lay person, one doesn't need to relinquish clinging towards everything, but there is an interest that arises in picking and choosing the most sustainable hobbies and to include more periods of time to just rest conditioning to add refreshment to daily life. A lot of activities may not be as refreshing as intended and expose a kind of masochism where one is ignoring how one feels and not noticing if an activity, or a mental or physical acquisition, is a reliable form of satisfaction. Basic meditation for an extended period of time helps to drain the conditioning so that refreshment is more assured compared to what other activities may or may not provide. Ask, does the activity provide refreshment?

MN 9: https://www.dhammatalks.org/suttas/MN/MN9.html

MN 20: https://www.dhammatalks.org/suttas/MN/MN20.html

MN 28: https://www.dhammatalks.org/suttas/MN/MN28.html

AN 1:329: https://www.dhammatalks.org/suttas/AN/AN1_329.html

AN 3:69: https://www.dhammatalks.org/suttas/AN/AN3_69.html

SN 3:12: https://www.dhammatalks.org/suttas/KN/StNp/StNp3_12.html

Contemplative Practice: http://psychreviews.org/category/contemplativepractice/

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Back ground music in games.

If there is one thing Bethesda has contused to get right in there long long time of making games is the sounds and the music and espalier there open world back ground music. weather its fallout or Skyrim they know what there doing when it comes to there background tracks.

Say what you want about fallout 4s dry dialogue bad writing and over all under whelming faction but there is one thing fallout 4 gets right and thats the background music. The fallout world has always been one of little hope and much sadness. and the games sound tacks do that justice so well. wondering though the nuclear fallout of city's or even what was once a bright and colourful forest is not a desilt west land fallouts music dose this so well making you fell unconfutable and like millions of souls have been hire are now gone the game may not be perfect but the sound tracks is very nine very very nine to perfect indeed.

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"The internet was a fucking mistake. People are turning into sociopaths more everyday and thinking it's alright to just fuck with other people every which way. I don't think I've seen this much shit in a long time." Enzo had started skimming social media sites while taking a break from working on filing the case summaries from their recent job.

~~

"Enzo! Language!" Meia threw a cushion from the couch at him from across the room, beaning him in the face, "We've been over this!"

~~

"Shi--...Fine fine, Sis." Enzo pulled the cushion off his face with a grumbling sigh, glancing back to the holo displays of his computer, "I'm still standing by what I said. People are getting unhinged being able to be terminally online these days."

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"You're not wrong. It really does bring out the worst in people, and part of it is that anonymity they think they have on the internet." Meia leaned back on the couch with her tablet, checking the same feed as Enzo on its screen and secondary holo display, "They think they're untouchable but they're really not. It wouldn't take much to find out who half these people really are."

~~

"Unless we're being paid to do that, don't go hacking that information out, Sis. Much as I would love to get some of these people caught out we can't always mess with it." Enzo really wanted to mess with it, but he knew what would happen if they did.

~~

"I know, I know. Just some of these people are crossing some dangerous lines. They really forget there are other people they're talking to, not just all the stock AI's, and really dehumanize them. I don't like detecting that hurt in the people when we go out in the city." Meia closed the holo display for her tablet, sending him the links to four posts that caught her attention, before setting it down and rubbing her eyes.

"I can already see tinges and shades of peoples aura energies on these online posts since the implant integrations rolled out. It's sort of harrowing seeing how serious some of these cyberbullies really are treating their words, while treating it like it's of little consequence."

~~

Enzo took a look at the posts Meia sent to him, looking at the colour dots she put on each when she sent them to signal the severity and emotion type, "...Three level 4s, and an irregular level 2 huh? I suppose I can call in a favour this time." He knew the colour dot she marked for two of those three posts that were level four were concerning. It was the warning sign they set up to signal escalating radical behaviour with irregularities.

"I'll send it off to Chuck right now. You'll wanna eat in today, right? I'll cook."

~~

"That would be best. Thanks, Enzo." Meia relaxed a bit, flopping over on the couch to just give herself a break from sitting up. She was still a little worried about those posts, but they were out of their hands now. She didn't want to get anywhere near their authors, really.

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Also, read Top 10 Challenges Faced by Modern CPAs in Quality Audit.

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The McDonnell two-place, twinjet, all-weather F-4 Phantom II, with top speeds more than twice that of sound, was one of the most versatile fighters ever built. It served in the first line of more Western air forces than any other jet. Just 31 months after its first flight, the F-4 was the U.S. Navy's fastest, highest flying and longest range fighter. It first flew May 27, 1958, and entered service in 1961. The aircraft was named Phantom II on July 3, 1959, during a ceremony held at the McDonnell plant in St. Louis, Mo., to celebrate the company's 20th anniversary. It remained in production until the company's 40th anniversary. By then, the numeral "II" had been discontinued; it had become the only Phantom. The F-4 established 16 speed, altitude and time-to-climb records. In 1959, its prototype set the world altitude record at 98,556 feet (30,000 meters). In 1961, an F-4 set the world speed record at 1,604 mph (2,581 kph) on a 15-mile circuit. By the end of production in 1985, McDonnell had built 5,068 Phantom IIs, and Mitsubishi, in Japan, had built 127. Modifications incorporated improvements to weapons, avionics, radar and engines. The RF versions were equipped with cameras and surveillance gear for aerial reconnaissance. Armament ranged from cannons to missiles. F-4s saw combat in both the Vietnam War and Operation Desert Storm and served with the air forces of 11 countries in addition to the United States. Both U.S. military flight demonstration teams, the Navy Blue Angels and the Air Force Thunderbirds, flew the Phantom II from 1969 to 1973. In 2014, modified Phantoms designated QF-4 were being used as remotely controlled aerial targets over the Gulf of Mexico to test pilots, aircraft such as drones and weapons at Tyndall Air Force Base near Panama City, Fla. In September 2014, the first unmanned QF-16 Viper was successfully tested there as a proposed replacement for the aging QF-4s. #military #usaf #metal #metalartwork #airforce #art #artist #artwork #military #metalart #militarymetalart https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnp7aW5rLQl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Sigit Gembor

I took this pic with my 4S after I just went back from Oz in March 2016. Sigit Gembor is one of the figures in the West of the Market. He was a longtime shopkeeper for the Lucia Jewellery shop, a family business of silvercraft established by Ismanto (Lucy’s father). One of its shop was just literally next to the house my parents rented for 17 years. The shop was a community hub for one circle of bapack-bapack in Celenan with characters like Paman Akhsan (previous owner of half of the house we rented), Yanto Pethoel (a legendary heritage fried chicken distributor by bike), or Om Agus (in early 2000s he sang RHCP’s Californication every single day in the shop until his voice was gone). Sigit claimed that his wife did not cook so they could choose to eat three different dishes everyday. It was mostly soto in the morning, anything bought by his boss in the afternoon, and bakmi at night. Once upon a time our stove exploded and Sigit helped us carry a pan with fire out of the house. One of his hands got almost completely burned for it. My mom then histerically called Kuntjung (a becak driver) to take him to Wirosaban hospital (the only proper public hospital in the southern border of the city at that time). Thank you and Rest in Peace Om Sigit.

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Top 5 Retiree Golf Courses in Arizona

If you're a retiree wanting to play golf on a budget, Arizona boasts a beautiful assortment of courses and a welcoming atmosphere. Sunridge Canyon Golf Club and Grayhawk Golf Club are the main courses, and The Boulders and We-Ko-Pa Golf Club are also outstanding. You'll be able to enjoy the sport all year long since the weather will be ideal most of the time. Furthermore, throughout the summer, these courses are inexpensive.

SunRidge Canyon Golf Club is a beautiful desert course unlike any other in the Valley of the Sun. It is set among lovely house plots and has a distinctive style that appeals to seniors. The golf course features a driving range and chipping and putting greens.

Sunridge Canyon Golf Club is a fantastic public golf course with beautiful views. It has rolling fairways and modest elevation changes. This lovely course is ideal for an afternoon game. There is an annual pass available. You may also buy yearly tokens to use the system without paying for membership.

Wicked Six Bar and Grill, a modern American taphouse specializing in gourmet burgers and wood-fired artisan pizzas, is also located in SunRidge Canyon. There are several recreational possibilities in this town that are ideal for seniors.

Grayhawk Golf Club in Scottsdale has two 18-hole courses: the Raptor Course and the Talon Course. The Raptor Course, which formerly hosted a PGA Tour event, has exceptional par 4s and 5s. Gary Panks and David Graham created the Talon Course, which has a par-3 17th with a tricky island green. The club has several amenities, including a fitness facility and a concierge.

There are about 300 golf courses in Arizona. Some are in Scottsdale and Phoenix, regarded as the American equivalents of St Andrews in Scotland. Most of Arizona's golf courses are created in a target-style format, with cacti bordering the emerald greens. Tucson, a little city 100 miles from Phoenix, is an ideal alternative for golfers who want a relaxed atmosphere and outstanding local eateries. It is also an excellent alternative for golfers who wish to be close to family and local attractions.

The Starfire Golf Club is one of Arizona's most expensive golf courses. This expensive course is only 1,000 yards from the PGA Tour tees. The average male golfer swings his driver roughly 220 yards off the tee. The system offers several par 5s and lengthy par 3s, but it may also be challenging.

This lovely golf course may be found in the upper Sonoran Desert. The system has spacious fairways and greens. The #7 hole is the trademark hole, a 490-yard par five with a tiny green guarded by a pond.

We-Ko-Pa Golf Club's Saguaro Course provides a desert golf experience with spacious fairways that follow the land's natural contour. This course, which is approximately 30 minutes east of downtown Scottsdale, is enhanced by the desert background.

There are two courses at the We-Ko-Pa Golf Club. The Cholla course is designed for more advanced golfers. Scott Miller created this course, and its undulating fairways will test you.

Boulders are the place to go if you want a challenging but entertaining golf course. This championship golf course, with views of the Grand Canyon and the Arizona desert, offers a one-of-a-kind mix of landscape and golfing experience. Its five tee boxes ensure that golfers of different skill levels may find an ethical challenge. Boulders also have exquisite lodgings, including a spa.

Boulders Golf Club is a semi-private 36-hole course located just north of Scottsdale. Its two championship golf  courses are both par 72 and 6,811 yards long. Jay Morrish created them among the most challenging courses in the Southwest. They provide panoramic views and difficult terrain, with the North Course offering a stunning perspective of Black Mountain.

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sorry for the break but im back ueueue

got me thinking,,, do u ever think that incel diluc has some sort of savior complex rooted from the whole dark knight hero thing from canon? like i imagine that when he was running that bar, he'd have cases of people getting roofied and nearly taken advantage of and saves them, not mentioning that more than 3/4s of those cases were paid staff he hired personally,,,,

then when u came along strutting in with ur colorful attire and cheeky grin, dilucs mouth nearly waters and he has since decided to plan the most elaborate rescue to have u in his palms. he doesn't immediately save u when u were dragged out and stuffed into the van, he tracks u down (more like just drives through the abandoned warehouse he obviously rented for this masterpiece) and times his entrance just right so that he can stop it just as u were about to be disrobed. he knows he's won this when he sees ur thankful eyes, mascara running down ur tear streaked cheeks and pupils heart shaped at ur gallant savior.

honestly i see him justifying this with no one being really hurt in the end, and sometimes treat it as some sort of extreme sport.

idk sorry im really bad with other charas that aren't childe aaa

OOOOOOOOOH my love... you always feed me so so yummy... i'm never opposed to childe content EVER since he's almost all i talk about but diluc is so yum too... emotionally constipated red-head man <3 responding to this with @teyvatmoon in mind...

PLEASE READ THE TAGS ON THIS, IT'S A WEE BIT DARK

Diluc could justify anything and its somewhat of a talent. it's gotten him out of plenty sticky situations and is partially what has kept his reputation so very shiny. what kind of respected figure can't smooth talk and pull excuses from their ass? none of them. Diluc can do whatever 'horrible' things he wants as long as he can paint them as 'honorable' instead. who would go against the twenty-three year old student and business owner? no one with a brain, that's for sure.

since owning a café on campus was wildly successful in the day time, it was only the natural progression of things for Diluc to obtain a liquor license to host events in the evening. such after-hours happenings weren't frequent since it always took a lot of work and a lot of staff but he was happy to provide a space on campus for people to drink since, for everyone but you, it was safer. prior to starting these monthly events it took a lot of work with both the university, himself, and city representatives but Diluc is beyond charming when he sees fit. sorting out rules and standards was like nothing to the young man and so, every last Friday of the month, he'd host drinking at was usually a calm café.

you and your friends had frequented there during the day for quite sometime now so it was no surprise when you all began showing up to these monthly binge drinking sessions. it was nice to attend such an event somewhere you were already so familiar with in the day time. it didn't take long for you and the rest of your group to warm up to the place. perhaps for you, it was too fast.

the buildings front was a large glass garage door that would be rolled up in the hot months to create better airflow since there was no air conditioning and it also allowed for more people to hand about the area with extended seating. being September it wasn't quite cold enough for it to be necessary for the door to close and thus it was still left open. students milled about the whole area drinking and laughing. you had decided to wear something a bit more revealing and daring this evening just for fun, well, what was supposed to be fun.

the skimpy and fully pink outfit had definitely garnered stares; hungry ones. such a head-turning outfit surely had more than just Diluc staring desperately. this... choice... of yours simply furthered the righteous feelings brewing in his heart. he was excited and many surly mistook the slight upturn of his lips as love for his work when really it was love for you. it was hard for even such a self controlled man as him not to stare at your tits, ass, thighs, stomach, or any other expanse of skin his eyes could find. your plump flesh was everything to him and he was certainly going to savour this first night of many in which he'd indulge in such a beautiful body. Diluc had almost entirely zoned out on you up until you had finally come to him grinning and asking for a drink. whatever he recommended, you said. his dick jumped at the words. well, he certainly did have something extra special to make for you. the drink was a deep purple colour, bordering on black, and glittering. it smelled of alcohol as well as a cacophony of berries. it tasted almost better than it looked. the only thing that would've made it better was a less salty and bitter taste but Diluc had given it to you on the house so no real complaints could be made. the drink as well as the evening was gone in what felt like seconds.

you had stumbled around back near the parking lot for some air and to text your friends only to remember you had handed off your phone and wallet to one of your friends with pockets in their outfit as you had none. it only took that one moment of disorientation for you to feel as though your body was being twisted and wrung out in every direction. in a way, you were. the hard landing on metal barely covered in cheap blankets did nothing to soothe the growing panic and nausea filling your body. you squirmed in every direction and cried as loud as you could but the hands trying and holding you down never ceased. the latex gloved hands all smelled of rubbing alcohol and all the voices sounded like venom. you were wholly convinced this was where you'd die. the roughhousing that ensued upon the van stopping was almost worse. being thrown on the ground and dragged over sharp gravel and nails would've made you worried about tetanus if there wasn't a knife right against the back of your throat. you heard doors slam and felt your body slam. this was the final time you were to be thrown but also the first time it had caused you to throw up.

the bile rose up your throat quickly. the salty and acidic liquid that rose up ended up covering part of your front and all of the floor in front of you. the group of men merely laughed at you. mocking how you're so weak and useless. can't even hold it together enough to not make yourself sick, they crooned. their hands, however, never let up on their assault of roaming your body. you thought perhaps they expected this and the gloves were a preemptive measure. with your head still spinning and stomach churning you almost felt upset about the masks you could now see obscuring their faces. 'cowards,' you thought. they paused. did you say that aloud? ah. you're really fucked now.

the chunk of wood that flew across the room and hit one of them hard in the nose startled you. with a heavy head, you turned to see him. Diluc. so he had piped up to insult them and he had come to save you; if the gun in his hand was pointed at them the way you thought it was. it didn't take long for the under-armed group to flee and Diluc to land by your side. concern was etched all over his features as he gently untied and helped you up. he didn't seem to mind the vomit getting on him at all. it was sweet in a gross way.

he took you back to his very nice home, after a brief trip to urgent care for aforementioned needed tetanus shot, to have you properly cleaned up and given a mix of medicines that should alleviate the drugs running through you rather quickly. his hands were soft and human. not a touch of latex or a whiff of rubbing alcohol. his arms felt safe. Diluc held you until you slept that night, more than pleased with how things turned out. you'd be his now and the extra jack-off material he got from recording the whole ordeal could stay a secret. that was his guilty pleasure. <3