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[celtic-crossbow]

Whumpuary Day 27-28

Prompt: Stabbed (alt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood; Injury

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

You had seen some great plans in your time after the apocalypse. Majestic strategies that led your group to victory and survival. 

And you had seen some terrible plans. Inefficient calculations that brought more wounds and heartaches for the lot of you. 

This? This was neither of those. 

This was a fuckery. A terrible horrible no good very bad fuckery of epic proportions. 

So as you wrestled a living man wearing the skin of the dead for control of your knife, you couldn’t help but wonder how many of you were going to pay for this monstrosity of fucked-upness. 

When you couldn’t seem to get the upper hand, you went for the lower blow, bringing your knee up into the man’s groin and rolling him off of you just in time for the incoming walkers to take over. “Fuck.” You breathed, struggling to your feet. You needed to find the others, to find Daryl. Wiping away the blood from your nose on the back of your hand, you made your way further up the hill. The walkers were occupied but they wouldn’t stay that way long. 

Daryl was fighting two whisperers, kicking one off balance to send them tumbling down past you and into the herd below. You picked up the pace, aiming to help so that the two of you could regroup with the rest of your party. 

It happened so quickly that you weren’t sure you had time to take a breath. The archer’s knife sank into the skull of the man he fought, not seeing yet another rounding the tree. 

“Daryl!”

He pulled his blade free, his arm still in motion but his midriff was unprotected. You could have sworn you felt the pain in your own stomach. You were running, wishing to hell you had your gun. Too far, I’m too far. 

His own knife had been dropped, both hands around the wrist of his attacker. If he held him there, the blade wouldn’t go any deeper. But the fatigue on his face was evident even from the distance that still separated you. 

Stopping, you took a breath and flipped your knife, calling upon every lesson Daryl had given you. If you missed— no, you wouldn’t miss. 

The weapon whipped through the air and met its mark, the whisperer dropping and pulling the knife with him. 

“Fuck!” It took much longer than you liked to finally reach him, his black shirt already saturated before you pushed your hands down on the wound. “I’ve got you. Keep your eyes on me.” Daryl didn’t respond, sweaty and panting, but watching you as you snatched the radio from his belt. “Carol? Aaron? Fucking anyone?!”

“Y/N!”

“Michonne! Thank go— Daryl’s down! The herd’s too close! I need help!”

“Where are you?”

“Fourth mile east from the rendezvous point. Please, Michonne!”

“We’re on our way.”

“Hear that? They’re coming. So don’t do something stupid like die, okay?” You peeled off the flannel over your tank top and pressed it against the wound, wincing at Daryl’s pained groan. 

“Nah…ya have… all the stupid. Ain’t none…left for me.” He coughed, but there was no blood. You refused to believe anything else other than taking it to mean there was no internal bleeding. 

“That’s right. So, you gotta stick around and make sure I don’t do anything stupid, okay?” He clenched his teeth and grabbed your hand over the flannel, the blood making his skin slip across yours. 

“‘M sure as…hell gonna try, sunshine.”

You laughed wetly, the taste of your tears salty on your tongue. “Have you met me? Not a damn thing sunny about me.” 

Daryl grunted and moaned but then settled again. “Shuddup. Eye’a…the beholder…an’ all that shit.” You leaned forward with another laugh, pressing your forehead against his. 

“Daryl Dixon, are you saying I’m pretty?” 

His hand shook when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, dampening it red. “Eh…you’re alright, I… I guess.” His eyes were closing even as you called his name. You could hear your friends raised voices and knew they’d be able to help. Saddiq was with them. He’d save Daryl. You had to keep him conscious. Biting your lip, you pressed hard against the wound until he arched with a shout. 

“Sorry.”

“What’s a guy…gotta do to…get a nap ‘round here?”

“How’re you feeling, Bowstrings?” You beamed at him from over the back of the couch. Daryl was benched for at least a couple of weeks— even if you both knew you’d be saving his ass in less than one. 

“Like I got stabbed in the gut.” He replied flatly, fingers tapping anxiously against his chest. 

“You could almost pass for a real person in a t-shirt and flannels.”

“S’ comfortable.” He grumbled. You rounded the couch and sat on the arm, just above his head. 

“Good. You deserve comfortable.” He tilted back his head to look up at you while you swept back his hair. “What?”

“You deserve comfortable too.” 

Why did he look so adorable when he blushed?

“Would you still think I’m pretty in flannels and a t-shirt?” You stood up to go grab his antibiotic and some water, almost missing his muttered reply. 

“Wear a garbage bag an’ I’d still think ya was pretty, sunshine.”

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[yellowkitkieran]

What the Heart Wants: Part 4

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Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Kieran is your best friend’s older brother. Your best friend’s fit older brother that you definitely haven’t had a crush on for years. Not at all. And he certainly doesn’t like you back, that would be absurd...

Monday at training, Aaron came in absolutely beaming, his smile ear to ear and it didn't take a genius to guess why his mood was so high. 

At least Aaron hadn't bragged about shagging you. If he had, Kieran wouldn't have been able to stop himself from punching him right in his stupid, apparently very attractive face and laying a verbal claim over you then and there. 

But no, Kieran simply avoided his best friend for a few hours, trying to drown out his merry laugh by throwing himself into his recovery. And thankfully yesterday was an off day, which left him free to binge a shoddy American television drama and eat all the ice cream he could.

Now it's Tuesday and what he can't avoid is his previously set in stone commitment of dropping the pair of you at the airport for your flight back home to Scotland. He was stiff and awkward on the drive, speaking little and looking in his rear view even less. At one point, he'd even had to roll his window down because he felt like your perfume was suffocating him, filling his lungs with the flowery scent of you and confusing his senses. 

Because since his revelation two days ago, he's not been able to stop his thoughts from drifting to you, no matter how hard he tries. In the shower, at night when he closes his eyes to sleep, even when he's on the pitch- you consume every minute of his thoughts. 

What's Bug doing now? Probably with Aaron.

Oh, she'd love that book. I should get it for her. 

She leaves today. I won't see her again for ages. I should tell her how I feel.

The last bit would be self sabotage, the likes of which Kieran might never recover from. He can't let you catch on to the lust that simmers beneath the surface; if you do, who knows how you'll react? You were frosty on the drive, which he can scarcely blame you for. He's avoided your messages, not responding to the ones asking if you could see him before you leave. The last thing he wants is for things to be awkward before you head home.

"Do you have plans to come back anytime soon Bella?" Kieran fights to keep his voice from betraying his true question: will he need to deal with seeing you again in the coming weeks? 

"I certainly won't be back any time soon." Kieran stumbles at the sound of your voice, knocking your suitcase on the bumper of his car as he sets it down. "Honestly it's a great city and all, but that hangover after our night out? Fucking hell, worst one of my entire life! I don't need a repeat."

Kieran's eyes remain trained on your feet, unable to lift them or find his words to reply. God, will it always be this hard? Why does looking at you seem like some herculean feat that he can't overcome? Will he ever be able to meet your eyes again?

Bella laughs, unknowingly taking the spotlight off of him, "neither will I! We're gonna have enough time in this city when we come here for uni- I don't need to set another foot in London until we start classes."

"I dunno though… I might come back once or twice and see Aaron? Depends on where that goes. I enjoyed the time I spent with him, at least." Kieran's eyes snap up. He immediately realizes his mistake when he finds you watching him intently, like you'd only spoken to see how he'd react. He can't help but feel like he's failed some fundamental test when fury flickers across your face, there and gone.

He can't do anything right with you. Between nearly telling you off a few nights ago and apparently upsetting you now, he has no idea where he stands. And it's infuriating as well as terrifying.

Kieran doesn't want to lose you. As a friend, of course. Nothing more. 

As he always does, Kieran turns to self-deprecation to ease the unease roiling in his gut. "Wow, yeah nothing about Bella's older brother- just the Gunner's keeper huh? I see where I rank- at the bottom apparently." Kieran laughs and Bella slugs his arm. He's acutely aware of how you remain silent. 

Your voice is iced over, "yes, you do. At least Aaron doesn't ignore me when something is clearly bothering him."

"Ugh you would know," Bella quips, cutting off Kieran's reply. "You abandoned me last night for him- again! That's twice on this trip you chose a boy over your best friend!" Bella rolls her eyes in a way that lets you know she's not really mad at all. 

Kieran's shock causes his mouth to move faster than his brain. "Oh- you spent the night with Aaron? Why?" 

"Because he's sweet." You cross your arms over your chest, popping your hip like you used to when you were younger and trying to be intimidating. "And he told me how you cornered him and basically told him I'm off limits. I can take care of myself, Kieran."

But Kieran is mad. Furious even- with his friend and with you, thanks to your attitude. He doesn't deserve to be chastised like this- he was simply trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. 

His hands curl into fists at his sides, blunt nails digging into his palms as he turns a similar frostiness back on you, "wow, all it takes is one drink and the two of you get real cozy huh? Usually it takes way more convincing for a woman to-"

"Finish that sentence," you cut in, "I dare you Tierney. Finish it."

Kieran takes a step towards you, leaving mere inches between your chests. This close, he can see the freckles of color in your irises, layering over each other to create a one of a kind mosaic. He can feel your hot breath on his chin as you raise your defiant gaze to meet his. He can practically taste the venom on your tongue, swirling behind your teeth ready to poison him. 

"Fuck off Tierney," you mutter, "before you get hurt."

"Maybe I should finish that sentence," he says with equal, level quiet. "You wanna know what I was gonna say-"

Bella shoves between the two of you, laying her hands on Kieran's chest and forcing him back. "Okaaaaay and that concludes our trip to London! Thanks brother- see you in a few months when you've lost your attitude!"

With her arm looped through yours, Bella takes a step. Ultimately she almost gets yanked off her feet; you stand your ground, feet a shoulder width apart on the pavement, like your shoes are glued to the sidewalk. The way you stare Kieran down stirs something in him. His soul responds to the fire in your eyes the same way his feet are drawn to the pitch by its siren's call- he finds he can't look away. He doesn't want to look away. 

Kieran's mind wanders as the seconds tick by. Do you look at Aaron like this, like you want to devour him and slap him at the same time? Or is this a look reserved only for Kieran?

"Goodbye, Kieran. I hope you learn how to treat your friends with respect before I move here, or else you can count me out of those ranks."

Ouch. Friendzoned, hard. 

Kieran nods to say, 'message received.' Seemingly satisfied, you spin on your heel and speed walk towards the check in desk. Kieran leans against the boot of his Audi and watches until your suitcases are loaded onto a belt and whisked away. He sees you hesitate, boarding pass in hand, and he's prepared when you glance over your shoulder like you feel his eyes on you.

Kieran waggles his fingers in your direction in a mocking sort of way. Your shoulders go rigid and you shoot him the finger. Kieran tips his head to the side. Despite knowing he'll regret it later, he can't help but blow you a bitter kiss.

**********

Three weeks later

You break into a run the second you lay eyes on Aaron. He opens his arms, anticipating your jump into them and sweeping you off your feet with ease. You laugh is bright as he spins you in a circle before setting you down, smiling when your eyes meet. 

"I missed you," he mumbles in your ear, bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I'm glad you finally agreed to come visit."

"You sort of made it hard to say no Ramsdale, what with you pestering me about it day in and day out." You smile at him, unable to miss the way he's unabashedly staring at your lips. You don't mind because the feeling is mutual; you can't take your eyes off his either.

"Use my name please, will you? I like that much better." He nudges your nose with his before letting you go to grab your bags, a fact which you're thankful for considering you definitely overpacked for a weekend getaway. 

"I thought Ramsdale was your name, or did I miss a memo?" You tap your chin thoughtfully as you continue, "did you change it while I was gone? I could've sworn that kit you sent me said Ramsdale…"

"You're an arse," Aaron quips, pinching your side. "You know what I mean!" 

"Alright Aaron," you say with a heavy roll of your eyes. He perks up at his first name though, a sight which you find utterly adorable. "Where are you taking me anyway?"

"Home." The way he says it gives you butterflies, like it's simply true.

"And then?"

"And then maybe I can take you on a proper date somewhere, maybe to get some food?"

"Ooh yes, something greasy and filling- that sounds perfect!"

Once you're at his car with your bag loaded in the boot and are within the relative privacy of the front seat, Aaron leans over the center and kisses your cheek. You blush again- how many times is this man going to make you blush today?

You turn to smile at him. "What was that for?"

"Because I missed you." That's it. No frills, no expectations hiding behind his words, just plain and simple admiration. In response, you lay your hand on his cheek and pull him in for a proper kiss, just a quick peck but at least it's your lips on his. 

Aaron echoes your question, "and what was that for?"

You parrot his earlier response with a grin, "because I missed you."

Aaron holds your hand on the entire drive to his flat, helping you settle in once you arrive. When you agreed to come for a visit, Aaron insisted on one of two options for lodging: one, he'd put you up in a suite at the fanciest hotel he could find, or two, stay with him and hang out in his guest room. You chose the latter, not wanting him to spend a fortune when he'd already paid for your plane ticket to London in the first place. 

And you're glad you did- Aaron's flat is gorgeous. As a bachelor, you would've expected bare minimum furnishings and football stuff shoved in every nook and cranny, but Aaron's flat is quite the opposite. The walls, as expected, have some football memories scattered on them, but at least the kits are framed and hung squarely. A thick patterned rug covers the hardwood floor in the living room, set before a large television and an L shaped sofa that looks like the perfect spot to binge watch a show. The neutral color palette is dotted with warm reds and sunny oranges, lending a coziness to the entire space. 

The guest room he leads you to is just as impressive, the wood framed bed perfectly made with crisp white sheets and a fluffy down comforter. Aaron sets your luggage near the closet and spreads his arms wide, "so what do you think? Does it pass inspection?"

You laugh, shaking your head at him, "I'll admit I'm pleasantly surprised Aaron- you've done well with your place. Are you sure you didn't pay a designer to pick all this out- or a maid to keep it clean?"

"No and no," he replies, "I like things tidy and I've always had a bit of an eye for design. Having my own space to do with as I please definitely gives me plenty of room to explore!"

You nod appreciatively, noting the bachelor-esque touches when you look closely. A football stashed in the corner, an Arsenal scarf over the desk chair- small things that add a touch of Aaron's interests to the room. 

"Well then, why don't you give me ten minutes," you say with a nod towards the attached bath, "and then we can go grab dinner?"

Aaron's smile could outshine a thousand suns. "I think that sounds perfect. I'll change into something presentable."

*********

What are the odds that you pick the same hole in the wall pub for dinner that Kieran does? Miniscule, in a city with as many options as London presents.

You aren't even in London, and yet Kieran finds himself catching glimpses of you in half the women that brush past him. 

Her hair is the same color as yours. That outfit is something you'd probably wear. Your eyes are the same color as her top.

Kieran is starting to worry that he might be obsessed with you. Instead of paying attention to his date, he's busy picking out pieces of you.

So when you walk through the doors into the dimly lit foyer packed with bodies, Kieran decides then and there that fate has it out for him.

"Oh bloody- fuck me," he breathes, ducking his head. His date, a lovely French woman named Collette that he'd met on some app, frowns over her wine. 

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, chérie. Is everything alright?" She lays a hand on her arm and Kieran has to fight the urge to shove her off.

"No," he answers immediately, peeking over her shoulder with a scowl when he spots Aaron taking your jacket. Praying he's hidden well enough, Kieran watches as your eyes scan the room in search of a place to sit.

Collette glances behind her with a frown, failing to see anything that might disturb him like this. "What? Kieran what's happened?"

"Just… Someone I know is here."

Unfortunately for Kieran, you point to the stools a few paces from where he himself sits. Kieran curls in on himself, fighting between wanting to be seen and wanting to stay hidden. You come into earshot too quickly, making the decision for him and forcing him to hunker down.

"...no I'm serious- keepers are the backbone of any team!" 

Aaron's laugh has the hairs on the back of Kieran's neck standing on end. "You're flattering me. I won't be offended if you tell the truth! Without strikers, no one would score and thus there would be no game."

"Yeah sure, but without a decent keeper? There would be no real challenge, no one to stop those strikers from just hitting the back of the net over and over. It would be too easy! And wingers, yeah they're important too… they help you but when that shot comes in, it's all down to your reflexes as a keeper."

Kieran is so lost in your voice that he doesn't notice his date has abandoned him. He catches a flash of her blonde hair near the exit, escaping a mediocre date that took a rather abrupt nosedive when you walked in.

Sighing and resigning himself to his fate, he leans his elbow on the bar but keeps his back toward you. Maybe if he's careful you won't notice him and he can escape unscathed.

He should leave. But your presence keeps him rooted to the spot against his will. You're like a storm he just can't escape; appearing in his skies to rain on his parade. He's helpless, unable to run for shelter because his limbs won't work. Instead he stays still, letting your voice soak him like a cold rain until a chill settles under his skin. 

"Kieran?"

Fuck. Of course Aaron knows what his back looks like- he sees it all day on the pitch.

Kieran's eyes slide shut. He wills a smile onto his face, praying it isn't plastic when he swivels and is met by your hard stare, annoyed that you've wrecked the evening. 

Kieran misses your smile. He wishes you wouldn't look at him like he's the scum of the earth, like he's the one that betrayed you instead of the other way around.

"Hey Bug- Aaron couldn't find someplace nicer to take you than this hellhole?" 

"Don't call me that." Your voice carries the same ice as that day at the airport. It slowly begins to wear him down, bit by bit.

Aaron rolls his eyes, though the gesture is more amused than annoyed. "Don't look at me, she picked it. Insisted they've got the best bar food in the whole city, though I'm not really believing that just yet."

"It isn't half bad." Kieran half smiles. His eyes still haven't left yours.

Smile at me, Kieran thinks. Just once. Come on, Bug, please… I miss you.

The past few weeks have been… complicated, to say the least. Kieran has tried to put his own feelings aside to be happy for his mate, but there's only so many times he can hear about how amazing you are without wanting to snap. His jealousy is growing into a tangible thing. He spends less time with Aaron off the pitch, not wanting to hear him giggle as he texts you or worse, when he calls and Kieran can faintly make out your voice on the other line. 

You haven't messaged him once since the airport incident, as Kieran has dubbed it. Not that you talked frequently before then, but at least he could usually count on congratulations after a good match. Now he gets nothing, and each day that passes only makes his loss more apparent. 

Kieran forces himself to speak. "How are you, Bug? Haven't heard from you in ages."

Without a hint of remorse, you spin to face Aaron without answering his question. "You know what, I'm not all that hungry actually. Why don't we just find some place for takeout on the way back to your flat, babe?" 

Babe? Babe. You called Aaron babe.

You may as well have driven a stake through Kieran's chest. So you are a thing then. Kieran truly has no chance with you, not even in this hell.

"Yeah sure darlin- See you at training tomorrow mate?" Aaron, the sweet soul he is, has no clue about the turmoil happening in Kieran's head. Aaron doesn't know that he stomps on Kieran's heart when he takes your hand and smiles at you like you're his world- the way Kieran wishes you'd smile at him.

Like you used to smile at him. 

"See you later Bug," Kieran tries, praying you'll give him something. His heart is shattered into pieces at his feet, with the exception of one small shard. That one, that last, miniscule piece, you hold in your fist and crush it with two simple words.

"Bye, Kieran."

You walking out on him is becoming a disturbingly common occurrence in his life. Kieran waits until you're gone to signal for another drink, asking for a double in hopes it'll somehow make him forget the hurt surging through his veins with each beat of his ragged heart. 

"You love 'er."

Kieran startles, glancing up to the bartender. She leans on the counter, using one hand to slide him another whisky. 

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The lass that left with your mate. She was off like a rocket when she saw ya. Must be history there."

"No history." Kieran drags a finger through the sweat on the side of his tumbler. "No love on her end, either. Obviously."

The woman's laugh drips with pity, which Kieran is too depressed to call her out on. "That answers my initial question then, you do love 'er. Why don't you tell her, lad?"

"Because she wants nothing to do with me, you've got eyes. You saw how she was with me- is that a woman who has any interest in me? Nah."

"Actually she probably does. If I were her and ya pissed me off like I'm assuming y'have, I'd act the same way if I felt something for ya. Women don't hold that much hatred for someone unless they're trying to cover something up."

Kieran squishes the seed of hope that takes root in his stomach. What does this woman know about you, or what you might feel for him? She's nothing; an outsider trying to hype him up in hopes of a fat tip. As if sensing his train of thought, she holds up her hands palms out in defense.

"Look I might not know the whole situation, but all I'm saying is there's probably something there. It's worth a shot isn't it?"

"Not if I only make things worse," Kieran mumbles, knocking back the rest of his drink. "Can I close my tab?"

The woman smiles sadly at Kieran, but runs his card and hands it back. He pauses, grimacing before murmuring, "should I message her?"

"Now? Nah lad. But in the morning? Absolutely."

But when morning rolls around, Kieran doesn't have the balls. He leaves his phone on his side table and heads in for training, hoping to sweat out his sorrows and come home exhausted enough not to care. 

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[nonjo]

Drexel Tour is a Good Excuse to Lunch in Chinatown

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[westofwonder]

Pull List (12/27/2023)

Action Comics Annual (2023) Alan Scott: The Green Lantern #3 Amazons Attack #3 Avengers Inc. #4 Cyborg #6 Detective Comics #1080 Ghost Rider #21 Green Arrow #7 Immortal X-Men #18 Justice Society of America #8 Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #115 X-Force #47

Action Comics Annual - Wondering how the PKJ will be remembered once Aaron's get into gear. I'm surprised how quickly the Dawn of DC era got kee-boshed here only after ten issues. It was nice to have the Superfam in one book.

Alan Scott - The Spectre's here - that'll be fun.

Amazons Attack - I saw a spoiler here that makes me laugh in a certain, spiteful way and I will not elaborate.

Avengers Inc. - Again, bummed this is ending next issue because I feel there's more here.

Cyborg - Always nice to get a look at Vic when he's not just a member of a team.

Detective Comics - Ram V. is writing Selina again - gimme gimme gimme!

Ghost Rider - What an odd time to get into Ghost Rider. Not going to bother with new one sorry. Was just here for the story.

Green Arrow - Ollie getting caught up with what's been happening in the current DC is funny, but kinda distracting. Here's hoping that this is an ongoing now it means it has more to do.

Immortal X-Men - I've never cared for Mother Righteous. And the art in this issue is not for me.

JSA - The Harris cover better not be the best thing about this issue.

MMPR - One of the things I've noticed in this series is so many writers have their own interpretation of how they remembered Mighty Morphin. From Higgins to Parrot to now Flores it feels odd. Like I feel that should be taken into consideration more.

X-Force - The team is fighting sentinels on the cover - cool.

The AC #1061 ad in many of these issues is so distracting.

Kinda did this quickly to get it posted tonight.

Happy readings!

#pull list #comic book pull list

[militaryleak]

Republic of Singapore Air Force Achieves Full Operational Capability with ASTER 30 Missile System

Senior Minister of State for Defence, Mr Heng Chee How officiated at a ceremony to mark the attainment of Full Operational Capability (FOC) status by the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF)'s Aster 30 Medium-range Surface-to-Air Missile (MSAM) system. The ceremony was held this morning at 163 Squadron at the RSAF's Air Defence and Operations Command, at Lim Chu Kang Camp II. Mr Heng received a brief on the capabilities of the Aster 30 missile system, unveiled a commemorative plaque for the system's attainment of FOC, and thanked the personnel from the RSAF, the Defence Technology Community (DTC) and the Defence Science and Technology Agency (DSTA) for their dedication and commitment to Singapore's defence. Mr Heng was accompanied by Permanent Secretary (Defence) Mr Chan Heng Kee, Chief of Defence Force Vice Admiral Aaron Beng, Permanent Secretary (Defence Development) Mr Melvyn Ong, Chief of Air Force Major-General Kelvin Khong, Commander Air Defence and Operations Command Brigadier-General Koh Ee Wen, and other senior officers from the RSAF. The Aster is a Franco-Italian family of all-weather, vertical launch surface-to-air missiles. The name "Aster" stands for "Aérospatiale Terminale", with French company Aérospatiale having been the project's lead contractor before its missile activities were merged into MBDA. It also takes inspiration from the word "aster" (Greek: ἀστήρ), meaning "star" in Ancient Greek. The missiles as well as the related weapon systems are manufactured by Eurosam, a consortium consisting of MBDA France, MBDA Italy, both with a combined 66% share, and Thales holding 33%. The Aster missiles were developed to intercept and destroy the full spectrum of air threats from high-performance combat aircraft, UAVs and helicopters to cruise, anti-radiation and even sea-skimming supersonic anti-ship missiles. There are two versions of the Aster missile family, the short-medium range version, the Aster 15, and the long range version, the Aster 30. The missile bodies are identical. Their difference in range and intercept speed is because Aster 30 uses a much larger booster. Total weights of the Aster 15 and Aster 30 are 310 kg (680 lb) and 450 kg (990 lb) respectively.

Senior Minister of State for Defence, Mr Heng Chee How officiated at a ceremony to mark the attainment of Full Operational Capability (FOC) status by the Republic of Singapore Air Force (RSAF)’s Aster 30 Medium-range Surface-to-Air Missile (MSAM) system. The ceremony was held this morning at 163 Squadron at the RSAF’s Air Defence and Operations Command, at Lim Chu Kang Camp II. Mr Heng received a…

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[writerobscura]

Screenwriting Course Stuff

During the Covid lock-down, I took a screenwriting course for ‘British TV,’ with the goal of learning the ins and outs of British productions.

September begins my official ‘final semester,’ and I chose to go out with a limited anthology series. Mid-August is when we’re supposed to give our instructor the basics on what we’re writing, and I managed to come up with the last of my episodic plots. (I shared one here a couple days ago.)

If she approves this project, I’ll spend September onward, writing it.

It doesn’t have a name yet, but it’s a 7-episode serial exploring men in love at the end of the world. I’d like the same two actors to portray the lovers throughout the episodes – with guests stars filling in the characters.

To Have and to Hold: Colonial physician Kieran acclimates to the isolation of his permanent Antarctica duty station with oat, no-foam lattes, and menslove comics until a handsome glaciologist knocks on his door with an intriguing offer.   

From This Day Forward: Imperial pilot Luk flies the Rarog, a bio-technic fighter whose ‘navigator’ is an unseen human sealed within a phasic interface sphere. When Luk crashes, he liberates his navigator, exposing the altered man to existence outside his operable paradigm.

For Better For Worse: After a plague decimates most of humanity, a posh reform school designed to hide wealthy, yet troubled gay teens become a battleground when rival twinks, Eli and Josh, devolve the surviving student body into chaos.

For Richer For Poorer: Detached and nerdy misfit Damian wakes aboard a human ark with the handsome and vivacious Bartek 9, a ‘pleasure specimen’ genetically engineered for wealthy clients to re-propagate humanity.

In Sickness and In Health: A magnetic pulse takes out the planet’s technology, stranding sickly Aaron, along with his mother and older sister, in the Rocky Mountains, where they meet a young survivalist with no interest in a flirtatious college girl, or her lonely mother.

To Love and To Cherish: Kees sails on an oceanic Earth now ravaged by the unseen Orbiters, with his close-knit family of free drivers. After spending his youth scavenging sunken goods for trade, he searches for the right man to share his life. Till Death Do Us Part: Former child-prodigy Cane designs the ultimate bio-technical soldier for the regime. However, his pacifist views put him in the crosshairs of their deadliest operative, a soldier with a weakness only Cane can exploit.

#writing #screenwriting #british television #writeblr #writers of tumblr #its different across the pond #rss feed #blog rss #guns guys yaoi #tina anderson #creative writing

[welidot]

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[asolle]

Click the link to Download or Stream Music Music Music spring 2023 episode 2: https://app.box.com/s/x6xtpvo2zquqdn99jhrnt6qu7icp6a8w

Playlist:

Bass Drum of Death - Say Your Prayers Aaron Frazer - Lover Girl (live from Easy Eye Sound) REM - Orange Crush Gorillaz - New Gold Charlotte Gainsbourg - 5:55 Soul II Soul - Back to Life TRY - Fire Sign Ghostface Killah - Back Like That/Jellyfish Ace of Base - The Sign Jurassic 5 - What's Golden The New Pornographers - Really Really Light De La Soul - The Magic Number Supreme Beings of Leisure - Body Dengue Fever - Cannibal Courtship Justice - Civilization/DANCE Boots - Aquaria Boulevards - Together/Got to Go Genesis Owusu - Don't Need You Desert Sessions - Crucifire/Powered Wig Machine FKA Twigs - tears in the club Arlo Parks - Weightless Seun Kuti & Black Thought - Kuku Kee Me Danger Mouse & Black Thought - Because John Lennon - Instant Karma Taj Mahal - Gee Baby Ain't I Good to You The Ramones - Teenage Lobotomy/Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment Tom Waits - Jockey Full of Bourbon/I Don't Wanna Grow Up

[myblckcty]

JoFoKe

Join My Black City in Celebrating and Supporting JoFoKe. We Shine Brighter Together. #MyBlackCity https://myblackcity.org/jofoke-music-artist/?feed_id=17160 >> >> Who is JoFoKe? JoFoKe is a multi-genre singer and songwriter.  A Denver native, she earned her Bachelor’s of Arts in Music: Technical Voice from Fisk University, a historically Black college in Music City USA: Nashville, TN.  Throughout her career, JoFoKe (pron: Joh-Foh-Kee) has shared her vocals by way of stage and studio with Natalie Cole, Robertta Flack, Lyle Lovett, Bebe Winans, Daniel Weatherspoon, Aaron Neville, Marvin Sapp, Dianne Reeves, Shane Endsley, Jamie Oldaker, Kevin Whalum, BSlade, Benita Jones (formerly Washington), Tonya Baker, JJ Hairson, Crystal Aiken, Vashawn Mitchell, Avery Sunshine, Jessica Reedy, Niki Haris and the acclaimed Fisk Jubilee Singers.  Currently, JoFoKe can be found performing as a solo artist with her backing band “aNem (and them)” and as a part of her duo project with Solomon Chapman, “Same Cloth”.  In addition to the aforementioned projects, JoFoKe remains a highly sought after and celebrated session vocalist, writer, vocal producer, director, clinician and speaker. When performing, JoFoKe uses her platform to advocate for suicide prevention and to #RemoveTheStigma attached to mental illness.  A mental illness battler and suicide attempt survivor herself, she proclaims that, every time she lifts her voice, she is singing for her life!  Her debut single, “Count” has become an anthem for audience members. As a result, she and her sister, Stacie Alexander founded the ‘Count Joy Network’. CJN works to raise awareness about mental health issues and connect and expand access to treatment primarily in the Black community. JoFoKe and her network are committed to connecting each fighter to the resources they need to live, love, fight & count joy FOR THEIR LIVES.

#Creative #artist #music

[solplparty]

Rich Brian x MAMA // Love Language by YEAR OF https://youtu.be/5VDy2kpDNiw Year Of presents Love Language, a series dedicated to our love for food. We've invited chefs around Southern California to cook their signature dish. Many of us at 88rising call San Gabriel Valley home and have been customers of Mandarin Noodle House for a long time. As a thank you for 40 years of serving the community we decided to send Denny at Mandarin Noodle House and his guests a special surprise. Director: Evan Siegal & Ryan Zhang Creative Director: Chris Yenn EP: Chris Heinrich Producer: Abby Wu AD: Tay Thai Cam Op: John Laverman Gaffer: Michael Rodgers KG: Eric Rosas Swing: Lafayette Deshawn PD: Aaron Kee Art PA: Justine Fang HMU: Sinh Vo Sound: Brendan Johnson PA: Kraig Bryant MAMA LA: Jared Jue Editor: Bradley Wong Colorist: Cameron Marygold Mandarin Noodle House: https://www.mandarinnoodlehouseca.com/ Special thanks to MAMA Night Market: @mamamealtalk Rich Brian: IG: https://www.instagram.com/brianimanuel/ TW: https://twitter.com/richbrian TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@richbrian Subscribe to 88rising http://88rising.lnk.to/subscribe Follow 88rising http://instagram.com/88rising http://twitter.com/88rising http://facebook.com/88rising 88rising.com #88rising #yearof #enjoyyearof #makeitunexpected #richbrian #hardseltzer #mandarinnoodlehouse 88rising

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[hottubshow]

See you Next Monday, March 12th at Hot Tub!

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[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

It is hilarious to me how much the whump community loves the Ashmore twins 😆 everyone's just like "YEAH ASHMORE WHUMP!" and I think I have yet to see anyone who has a preference of one over the other. Ashmore whump is Ashmore whump 😆

#kee speaks #whump community #its so funny #aaron ashmore #shawn ashmore

[superseriousshow]

THE SUPER SERIOUS SHOW 7 YEAR ANNIVERSARY SHOW July 19th with Baron Vaughn and..

nick kroll / The Sklar Brothers / Sam Simmons / Dulcé Sloan / The Cooties / Aaron Kee & Videos by Jason Guasz

SOLD OUT Tickets: http://superseriousshow.nightout.com

TICKETS AVAILABLE AT THE DOOR! 

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#The Super Serious Show #baron vaughn #nick kroll #the sklar brothers #Sam Simmons #dulce sloan #the cooties #aaron kee #jason gudasz #cleftclips #The Virgil #7 year anniversay

[fuckadonsweeney]

for those of you who watch the retro baker dude (b. Dylan hollis) from tiktok...

I call Aaron Ekblad "Eh-KEE".

#panthers lb #florida panthers

[stxrrywildflower]

weary

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader

summary - the reaper goes after you instead of haley

warning - gunshots, blood, cursing, injuries in general

word count - ?

you stood in hotch’s house. you agreed to babysit jack while hotch was at the office. haley had taken a break and asked if you would watch jack while she stayed home by herself for while. you didn’t blame her, the foyet situation changed her. you, however, you still had to be under the care of a marshall for extra protection. you had an hour to yourself with jack before the marshall would be there.

exactly an hour later, you heard a knock on the front door. you left jack with his toys in the living room before going to answer the door. man in unifrom with short grey hair was on the other side.

“y/n y/l/n? i’m the marshall assigned to protect you and little jack,” he spoke flashing a smile as well as his badge. you opened the door a little more, motioning for him to come in. “please after you,” the marshall spoke.

you turned around with the intent of going back to the living room. you couldn’t have made more than five steps before you felt a jab in or back. you identified that as a gun. “don’t move,” he growled in your ear.

the unknown man then led you into the living room and sat across from jack. you knew that if you tried anything he would kill you and then jack. suddenly, the phone rang. the man motioned for you to answer it on speaker.

“hi aaron,” you greeted, trying not to show the shakiness in your voice.

“y/n what’s wrong?” your boyfriend asked.

“nothing,” you replied, glancing over to the man to make sure you were saying the right things before continuing. “so what’s going on?” you added.

“i called to warn you about foyet. we’re on our way to haley’s but i need you to be careful. the marshall should be arriving any minute,” aaron rushed out.

you glanced over to the man and everything clicked. you had just let foyet in your home without even knowing. the words ‘act confused’ were then mouthed to you by the killer.

“aaron i don’t understand, the marshall already arrived,” you rushed out. that must have been the wrong words to say because foyet stood up suddenly and punched you in the nose. thankfully jack was looking away.

“hello aaron, i’m willing to give you a minute to call your analyst and get your team on the call. i want as many people present as possible,” foyet spoke into the phone after taking it from you.

aaron felt like his world was crashing down. his face paled and his knuckles gripped the steering wheel. he dialed garcia and quickly explained the situation. the team then went on the call as well. however, everyone was still incredibly far out from the house and no one knew just what foyet’s true intentions were.

“i need one unit to haley’s, send everyone else to my house, now!” hotch ordered his teammates.

foyet took the phone and began slowly walking around the living room, glancing at the things on the shelves. you took that time to kneel down next to jack.

“hey buddy, remember when we play hide and seek with your dad?” you asked the small boy. “well we’re going to play right now. i need you to go upstairs and find the best hiding spot as quickly as you can. stay there until either your dad or one of your aunts or uncles finds you, okay? can you do that for me?” you asked. the simplicity in your voice made you tear up. jack nodded. you pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the forehead and sending him out of the room.

finally, you heard hotch’s voice back on the phone. foyet handed it to you, gun aimed at your head. “y/n you there? we’re on our way. show no fear. no emotion, it’s what he wants,” aaron’s voice echoed through the speaker.

you nodded along to his words before foyet spoke up. “it’s a real shame, huh aaron. haley didn’t know that, i’m surprised. it’s ashame she’s already dead. screamed for her life,” the killer taunted. tears now streamed down your face but you were determined to kee a straight face. haley was dead? you wiped the tears away quickly.

foyet gave you the phone, motioning for you to speak. “i love you aaron. i love you and jack so much,” was all you said. if this was your final moments, you wanted your boyfriend to know everything you felt.

“i love you more y/n. you’re incredibly strong, stronger than i ever was. i need you to fight for this. fight for jack, for us. can you do that, love?” aaron asked. “i can,” you replied softly.

“you’ll hurry right?” you choked out.

aaron didn’t respond to that but instead went onto say something different, “i know you didn’t sign on for this.” you sighed and wiped away more tears. “neither did you.”

“i will be there soon y/n, i promise,” aaron assured you. “promise me something first. promise me that you will take more time for jack. raise him and tell him who his parents were. he needs to know how strong his mom and dad were. i know i’ll never be his mom but i love him like my own. please aaron,” you pleaded.

“i promise,” hotch replied. foyet ripped the phone out of your hand and tossed it on the couch. the gun was now pressed up against your neck.

nothing more was said. one minute you felt nothing but fear, the next all you felt was pain. the main areas were your neck, leg, and torso. you couldn’t have remained awake for more than a few seconds before you passed out, hitting the ground hard.

on the other end all that was heard was gunshots. hotch threw his phone at the dashboard, not caring if it broke or not. hot tears welled up in his eyes and slowly spilled down his cheeks. for the rest of the team, they were mainly in shock at what had happened.

ten minutes later, the team arrived at the house. aaron was out of the car first, adrenaline and anger coursing through him. morgan and rossi were only a few minutes behind. once opening the door, hotch saw foyet sitting on the stairs, drink in hand. and in that moment he didn’t care about the repercussions he would face.

hotch stormed to him, punching him hard in the face, punching him practically to death. hotch stood over the killer, rage in his eyes. foyet’s eyes opened slightly. “i still win aaron. you have nothing left,” he practically grinned. hotch looked down to see that foyet had stabbed himself prior. hotch couldn’t even kill him. hotch grimaced and once again went back to attacking foyet. he didn’t stop until morgan pulled him off.

rossi, on the other hand, rushed towards your body. he knelt down and checked for a pulse first and foremost, just to be sure. “hotch! get the paramedics, she’s still breathing!” rossi shouted. emily, reid, and j.j. were next in the house, paramedics following them. the emt’s rushed over to your injured body and immediately put you on a stretcher. just as you were rushed out of the home, hotch had been there to see just what had happened.

“she’s still alive, paramedics are taking her to the hospital right now,” emily informed her boss. “jack’s still here,” hotch realized. the team rushed up the stairs and began searching each room. hotch then remembered one of the hiding spots jack liked. it was a chest in the guest room that held extra blankets. there was enough room at the top for him to fit.

hotch quickly moved and opened the chest. inside, thankfully, was his son. “i’ve got him!” hotch shouted initially. he then lifted jack out of the box and hugged him tightly. “are you alright buddy,” hotch asked. the young boy nodded. “y/n kept me safe. she warned me to go hide,” jack revealed. with that, hotch hugged his son again, knowing that he was potentially all he had left.

“j.j., do you mind taking jack downstairs. i need to talk to emily and reid.” j.j. nodded and picked up the small boy before descending the stairs and into the back room, away from the crime scene.

“haley?” was all hotch asked. reid and emily’s faces turned grim. “she was shot in her home. i’m sorry hotch,” emily informed him. “can you call jessica. she needs to know.”

the rest of the team decided to give hotch a moment alone. his ex wife was just murdered and you potentially had the same fate.

___

you woke up a week later. thankfully, your leg wound wasn’t very serious but your neck and torso were another story. the bullet in your chest had punctured your lung and was centimeters away from your hear. your neck wound almost paralyzed you for good. the doctors had managed to prevent both of those.

the first emotion you felt was fear with the thoughts of what had happened rushing back to you. was jack okay? you had sent him to hide so the reapers focus was only on your. minutes after you woke up, a doctor came into see you. standerd checks flew by as well as an update on your injuries.

“you do have a few people requesting to see you. i believe aaron hotchner is up first,” the doctor informed you. “you can send him in,” you replied, voice incredibly raspy. the doctor left and moments later, the door opened to reveal your boyfriend aaron.

no words were exchanged as he rushed over, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m so sorry,” he mumbled. “aaron-” you started but were cut off.

“please just let me say something first. i’m so sorry. we were so sure foyet was with haley and didn’t account for him having a marshall badge. i should have been there to protect you and jack. i love you both so much. and i’m just willing to start over. i’ll quit my job if i have to. i just need you in my life and i can’t loose you too,” aaron rushed out. tears welled up in both of your eyes. you pulled him into another tight hug, squeezing your eyes shut as you buried your head into your shoulder.

“we’ll start over. you, me, and jack. don’t quit your job though, being around more people who love you as much as i do is good for you,” you spoke. aaron smiled before leaning in and kissing softly. a knock on the door broke you out of your moment.

“i’m really sorry to interrupt. hotch, jack has been asking for you. can i bring him in?” j.j. asked. you shot her a warm smile which she returned, knowing you would see her later. the team had agreed to see you after you were done with hotch and jack. a moment later, jack, still holding j.j’s hand, appeared at the door. oncer seeing his father and you, he instantly ran over. aaron leaned down and picked up his son, placing him on your left side, careful of your bullet would on your right.

“hi jack,” you greeted the young boy. “what’s going on? is mom okay?” jack asked. the tone of the boys voice broke your heart. you looked at aaron with desperate eyes.

“hey bud, things are going to change a lot. but the plan right now is to start over, the three of us. does that sound good?” aaron asked using his dad tone.

jack looked between your and aaron. he nodded before smiling and leaning further into your side. you and aaron made eye contact, you too smiling at each other.

it was going to take a lot to heal what had happened both physically and mentally. but you were confident that with aaron and the team’s help, you were sure to be fine.

#criminal minds #criminal #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #david rossi #emily prentiss #derek morgan