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cocoabubbelle · 1 year

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Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 24: Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Werewolf

Background/Scenery Art lovely as usual.

Dear colorists for the series, did you seriously believe werewolves have technicolor fur or were executives more interested in crooks in bright colors?

Camping episode! Also, color/design-coded tents so we know the boys sleep in the purple one with flowers and the girls use the light blue one with teal tie-dye designs (jk)

Daphne calls Shaggy and Scooby the Laurel and Hardy of their group. I wanna know who is the Laurel and who is the Hardy.

Scooby gets a pup tent of his own. Maybe. It’s a work in progress at least.

“There’s nothing I like better than food, unless it’s more food!”

Camera takes the time to focus on each character’s respective reaction of alarm upon hearing the titular werewolf’s howl.

Werewolf apparently has an invisibility cloak with holes for his eyes bc we see them not peaking out of darkness but right on top of a background of forest trees.

Ok who was in charge of the size ratio of the tents bc when we first saw them they seemed to be the height of an average man while Scooby’s was half his size but now suddenly it’s big enough to fit both him and Shaggy while the other tents are the size of huts???

It’s a good thing an artist made an effort to make Daphne place a hand on Fred’s shoulder again so I can recognize this as a Fraphne moment. (I say this both lovingly and teasingly.)

Look Shaggy you ditched Scoob earlier for food while his face was stuck in a tent; are you really going to be annoyed by him swiping your snacks?

Velma is able to tell that the footprints Scooby find that while they have the appearance of a large wolf, the repeated shapes indicate that it is a bipedal being as opposed to a quadrupedal one.

Animation Goof: Velma almost had the mother of double chins for a moment before the color of her turtleneck’s top reverted back to orange.

Graveyard! Fred think’s it’s sus that there is a fresh grave dug in such an old place. I know it is probably related to treasure hunting, but wouldn’t it be interesting if this episode’s masked menace was a murderer this time??

Fred , Velm, and Daph have no problem looking into a coffin while Shag and Scoob are more squeamish.

Silas Long doesn’t sound like a werewolf name to me, but who am I to judge?

Fred grabs Shaggy and Scoob by the shirt/tail before they run away. Shaggy carries a pair of scissors for situations like this so he can resume running. Fred just grabs them again.

“Oh-swell-it-ain’t-bad-enough-we’re-following-a-werewolf-now-it-looks-like-it’s-the-GHOST-of-a-werewolf!!” These are technically two separate sentences but the speed and delivery of these lines by the VA was so funny 😆

Also, I’d argue that it’s a zombie werewolf, since it’s leaving tracks.

SQUEE!! Frelma standing super close on one side of an old mill’s entrance, and Shaphne also standing super close on the other side with enough space dividing one ship from the other!! 🥰🥰🥰 also Scooby’s there.

Aaaand in the next scene, suddenly they’re mixed up again despite not moving (guess somebody wanted to fix the ‘mistake’ and move Daph right back to Fred’s side where Velma was and visa versa so now Velms is with Shaggy)

“We’ll split up. I’ll take the girls this wa—!” “Yeah, yeah*, I know. And Scooby and me will go the other way.” *admittedly I added a second yeah, but come on XD I couldn’t be the only one hearing Shaggy’s inner sass at Fred’s usual divisions of their group.

Scared-by-a-frightening-monster-only-to-discover-it’s-a-warped-shadow/reflection-of-a-tiny-and-harmless-creature gag

Guys. Please just turn around. He’s right there. Not even 6 feet behind you. Making loud steps. How can Scooby smell tracks but not a living, breathing stranger right next to them? I call shenanigans, writers!

…What is a stronger word for shenanigans that isn’t crossed with a curse word to describe the ridiculousness of the scenes that just followed? 😑

A tribal mask (little easter egg paying tribute to the prior episode?)

HAHAHAHA!!!! Ok I’m still annoyed by the previous scenes, but Shaggy pulling the mask and accidentally making the werewolf he and Scoob had no idea was so close to them fall through a trap door got me 🤣

Upon the trio coming across a map in a secret room, Daphne is about to correctly deduce that whoever they are looking for is a costumed criminal since ghost don’t need maps to find things when the Werewolf attacks.

Heh they all crash into each other upon reuniting.

Ah, here comes the chase scene music with singers we didn’t get last episode. Strange to admit I missed it.

Animation Goof: Shaggy’s running model is either going backwards or was flipped the wrong way.

Hey, I vaguely remember this song! At least the “Na na, na na na na” part.

There are many things ridiculous about this chase scene, but the main ones are: 1) the werewolf is only focused on chasing Shaggy and Scooby. Talk about biased; 2) Aerodynamic Trashcan Lids though honestly that is more fun than ridiculous 3) Scoob and Shag happening to fall into a convenient pile of wool.

“What do you suppose happened to Shag and Scoob after they fell on that old water wheel?” Bruh if you were watching the whole time and not doing anything as a potentially dangerous man was chasing your friend and dog—!

Not Fred-Velm-Daph and Shag-Scoob taking turns accidentally scaring and being scared by each other 😆

I kinda like Daphne’s model having her arms folded across her chest, even more so than when they are planted on her hips. The latter (and standard) pose makes her seem sassier than she actually is, while the former pose gives off her reserved nature a little more — at least in this series so far.

“I’d sure like to know how Mr. Creepy-Crawly fits in with all this.” “Yeah!” “Let’s go find him.” “Oh, why don’t I just keep quiet?” “Yeah.” Sorry boys, you’re the designated comic relief. You can’t help it.

Animation Goof: Is it me or does Fred seem significantly shorter than Shaggy in this frame??

“Come on, girls. Let’s go see where that railcar came from.” “Don’t tell me. Scoob and me go to see where it’s going, right?” C’mon Fred; try to be more creative. Shake the status quo up a bit!

*sees the shadow that is in the exact shape as the Werewolf Ghost that they’ve encountered* “Who’s that?” “And what’s he up to?”

Unless the window has been refurbished with new glass and frames, I don’t see why Fred doesn’t at least try to smash his elbow through it if it’s part of a supposedly old mill so he and the girls are no longer trapped.

Not me wondering why Shaggy and Scooby are racing the railcar during their investigation when actually they’re running away from the Werewolf ghost.

Pop Top Barge

Shaggy and Scooby begin swinging on a hook trying to escape Werewolf, and I’m trying to remember if that’s the same hook that snagged Daphne’s dress and disrupted Fred’s trap in an episode I vaguely remember watching as a child. Is this the same episode???

Either Shaggy used Ultra-Instinct to switch clothes lickety-split fast or this is an Animation Goof.

Shaggy tries to distract Werewolf by cutting his hair and Scooby filing his nails and shining his feet, when they COULD HAVE used the barber’s aprons to TIE HIM TO THE CHAIR. Also I bet the shaved look doesn’t last, though I would be pleasantly surprised if it does.

Shaved look staying so far.

“Sure would know what this thing is.” “I’d rather know how we’re gonna get out of here.” This is why I like Frelma 😁

“Dr. Livingstone and friends, I presume?”

Poor Shaggy being bullied by Frelma when they find his observations related to the railcars and pop top barge hard to believe.

“You know how Freddy and Velma are when they got a mystery to unsolve.” Even Shaggy sees Frelma. Yet most known adaptations/reboots are convinced Fraphne are meant to be. Maybe those creators ignored Shaphne content that followed later because Scrappy had joined his uncle’s adventures???

Animation Goof: it looked like the costumed creep found a replacement mask with a head of hair, but the following frames show him with the shaved head 😆

Sheep? SHEEP!

“I think I’m beginning to get the picture, right Freddy?” “Right.” So much Frelma content this episode that was probably unintentional but so welcome!

Let’s see how well this plan of Fred’s works.

Animation Goof: Daph and Velma’s models look more fuzzy/out of focus compared to Fred’s despite being right next to him.

This IS the episode where Daphne gets snagged by a hook!!!!! DARN YOU FRED THIS IS YOUR FAULT! 😂

“I’d trade almost anything for a good, fast motor right now.” “Except me?” “Right. Anything except you, pal.” Friendship Goals, anyone?

Random Purple Fish.

“I’ve got an idea!” Hon, your last one didn’t work out so well.

I’d call shenanigans over how Fred, Velma, and Daph were able to make/find a big enough net with a handle, find an area stable enough to stand on, find a strong and conveniently shaped support, and get there on time to save their friends, but Velma looks adorable hanging on the end of the handle so I’ll let it slide.

Frelma standing together again, then a bonus shot of Fred’s arm around Velma.

Werewolf ditches his commitment to the act and cries wolf for help before he plummets to his death.

Handsome Sheriff alert. Also, the “werewolf” is a sheep rustler.

Minor Shaphne standing together.

“Shucks, [the werewolf sheep rustler] didn’t scare Scoob and me for a minute.” Nope. Not at all.

Day 24 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids.”

Also, I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish watching all the episodes while balancing schedules and work since I’m not the breadwinner in my family and we might not keep HBO Max. Whatever may happen, thank you to those who are having fun reading my thoughts and enduring my shenanigans as I watch Scooby Doo!

#hanna barbera #shenanigans #scooby doo #scooby doo where are you #scooby dooby doo #shaggy rogers #daphne blake #velma dinkley #fred jones #shaggy norville rogers #frelma #so much frelma #i am being fed #shaphne #why WERE the werewolves a color from the rainbow instead of a more natural color???#the world may never know

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ncisfranchise-source · 2 months

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We at long last have a 10-20 on one Leroy Jethro Gibbs, well more than two years after Mark Harmon‘s character was last seen on NCIS.

Harmon remains an executive producer on CBS‘ NCIS, but he has not appeared on-camera since early Season 19, when Gibbs informed McGee that he would not return to D.C. but instead stay put in the sleepy Alaskan town that a case had led them to.

Mentions of Gibbs, let alone his whereabouts, have been few in the two seasons since — until, that is, the second episode of Season 21, which wrote out the late David McCallum’s Dr. Donald “Ducky” Mallard. Early on in the emotional hour, we spied an envelope addressed to McGee from the fictional Naktok Bay in Southwest Alaska, inside of which was a Polaroid of Gibbs, McGee and Ducky.

Since Harmon’s exit, the NCIS showrunners previously had been reluctant to have characters even allude to Gibbs’ whereabouts.

“That’s a really interesting veil, where Gibbs is and how we left him,” co-showrunner Steven D. Binder once told TVLine. “There’s this feeling among the writing staff — and I share it — that we left him sort of nowhere but also everywhere. Like, when I think of Gibbs, I don’t think of him living in an apartment in Alaska. Instead, I imagine he’s sort of melted into pixie dust and is floating around in the sky until he is called back to duty.”

As such, Binder contended, to have a line of dialogue that crystalizes what Gibbs is up to and where would “smear dirt all over” the perfect ending that was crafted for the character in Season 19.

“When he has ‘appeared’ so far, ” Binder noted, “it was [to establish] things like the college trust fund that he deposited money into,” or via NCIS: Hawai’i‘s mention of how Gibbs quietly steered Jane Tennant’s career, “things that gave us no shape to who or what kind of life he is living right now.”

In a November 2023 Q&A with Entertainment Tonight, Harmon was asked for an update on Gibbs — and if he might ever reprise that NCIS role, perhaps for the David McCallum tribute that was in the works.

“He’s probably sitting in a stream up in Alaska fishing,” Harmon joked. “Is he going to get out of the stream? I don’t know. But if he is, I don’t know about it.”

Harmon previously weighed in on Gibbs’ decision to retire and seemingly call Alaska home in a Season 19 DVD featurette, saying, “Plot-wise, this character has taken the path that it did…. I thought it was honest.”

#ncis

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booksandchainmail · 1 year

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Pale 5.d

welp. those poor boys. I hope they're not dead, and there's a way to get them back. Thinking on karma, and what their parents said in the paper, that they only got hurt because they tried to help

also I love these little local ads in the paper, one of them written in comic sans

... is slippery nick the dolphin an other. Nine years would match up with the timeline

goblin interlude? fascinating

“Point of order number seven. There’s a fight coming. I don’t think everyone knows there’s a fight coming, but we’re rounding up help because we can’t do all of this alone. Two sides are picking their teams but one side doesn’t even know. You are not on these sides, Bumcake. You’re on my side, understand?”

hmmmmm. Kennet Trio on one side, people who killed the CB on the other? With goblins neutral? I think this is maybe confirmation that Toadswallow wasn't involved with the CB thing. And if the Kennet Trio is the side that doesn't realize they're picking a team, who have they been picking? Snowdrop obviously, maybe Alpeana or John? Or could it count people outside of Kennet, like Zed.

“Five rules,” Bluntmunch growled.

ooh. So he doesn't know about rules 6 and 7? Is this because he's not preparing for the fight, or because he's on a side?

“They didn’t share that. They’re keeping things close to the chest.” “Yeah,” Matthew said. “But so are we.”

this is ominous! Seems like Edith more than Matthew is opposed to the girls, but at least neither of them seems happy about it?

He hadn’t voiced it to Edith, and Edith hadn’t voiced it to him, but there was the possibility of killing Brie and releasing the Choir again. A horrible thought and a thought he wouldn’t have had a decade ago.

if a decade ago Matthew wouldn't have considered killing to release the Hungry Choir, I don't think he would have considered creating it either. And if he wasn't involved in creating the HC, he wasn't part of planning to kill the CB that far back (he could have joined later I guess)

“Tha lassie liked yeh. Verona did. If ye’d like to be less lonely, an’ if ye’d be good, we’d have yeh.”

nice that Verona followed up about her. And presumably the eye girl will have some goodwill about it, which could come in handy

The woman stood with one hand to the wall.

Miss?

These places were woven together. The weave wasn’t always obvious, but there were ways to work out their design.

like a fucked up escape-the-room style point and click adventure

“Any one of you can say that!” he called out. “I’ll try not to kill you, but I can’t have a strange Other wandering around! Places like this are too sensitive!”

Because the world of the otherverse is so dangerous, you have to interact with caution and suspicion. But that puts you at odds with all others, who also can't trust you. And then things just keep getting worse, because everyone has to act to defend themselves.

The trajectory of her fall shifted to a right angle, plunging her into bright daylight. The remnants of a neighborhood with brightly painted houses tumbled through the air with her.

is this what happens to the houses from zoomtown?

“You picked us because you think we can do it, but the actual culprit is likely to think we can’t,” Lucy said. “Yes,” Miss told her.

ooooooh! That's a pretty good reason. Also. I think that wording rules out Miss being the culprit? Not discounting that she's using a way around full culpability like I discussed way back in arc 1, but I'm getting more trusting.

Lucy nodded. “Matthew makes the most sense as the central figure. Then people like Maricica, Edith, the Choir, and maybe Charles as accomplices. Though that’s based on a coin turning up in a few ways, instead of anything concrete.”

hmm. I hadn't thought about the driving angle. Still not sure about that making it Matthew though, I think someone could probably have procured a car for Charles to drive. And Matthew's POV earlier didn't seem that suspicious. How would becoming Carmine affect his Doom?

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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The Thief of your Heart - Chapter Eight.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

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Words - 5,240

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Abi had just arrived home from the gym when her phone began to ring, placing her gym bag at the foot of the stairs and pulling it from her pocket.

“Hi, handsome.”

“Abi, where are you right now?” She noticed it in his voice immediately, the ill-ease, the smidgen of panic.

“I just got home, why?”

“Tool up, pack some clothes and I’ll be there to get you in five minutes, alright? We’re in lockdown, the club have been targeted, four dead, including Padraic. There was an explosion at the barn, and we don’t trust that it didn’t come from Jimmy, we just need to prove it and until we can, no one linked to either SAMBEL or SAMCRO is safe.”

Abi growled in her throat, a quiet rumble, her temper sparking along with her sadness at the demise of his nephew. “Oh my god, baby. I’m so sorry. That fucking shit bag of a man! He’s getting out of control, so. I understand, though. I’ll see you in a moment.”

“Alright. Oh and CB, Fi and Kerrianne are on their way as well, just to forewarn you.”

Oh, how fun that would be. She understood, though. “Yeah, can’t say I blame that. See you soon.”

Clothes and a few other necessaries were gathered, her holster put on beneath her jacket, her favourite guns, the two Desert Eagle .50’s Chibs had gifted her for her nineteenth birthday loaded within and ammo packed in her rucksack, she was locking her front door when he and Opie pulled up outside her house. She took the helmet he passed her, climbing on behind him and roaring away at speed, the guys not wanting to be out on the streets any longer than necessary.

“Sorry to drag you away, darlin’, but anyone close to the club is a target. Even if they are army too. I have to ask, you know I do,” Clay began, resting a hand to her shoulder upon her arrival. “Can you put an ear to the ground?”

“I can, not that I’m likely to hear anything. If it’s against the club, whether I’m army or not, that information will have been kept well out of my radar, because of my links to the boys, especially the most obvious.” Jerking her head in Chibs’ direction, Clay nodded.

“Well, we appreciate anything you might be able to offer us, Abi.” She nodded, pulling out her phone as they went upstairs to the accommodation the SAMCRO group were lodging in, Chibs taking her bag to put it in his room as she rang Brendan, her right hand, bringing him up to speed.

“Listen, I doubt you guys are at risk, you’re too many places removed, but just in case, remain sharp and call me if you hear anything, alright?” she spoke, Clay and Jax coming in to take a seat, Gemma appearing, handing her a coffee she was appreciative of receiving. She sensed a long night ahead. Brendan agreed, their call ending, Jax eyeing her as she sat down on Chib’s lap at the table, sighing.

“I’m so sorry about Pad, darlin’. He was a good lad, so he was. I thought a great deal of him,” she offered, holding his head against her chest, stroking his hair as she kissed his head.

“Thanks, hen.” he replied weakly, knocking back the shot of whiskey he’d poured for himself, resuming his position resting against her, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat comforting as grief and anger swirled uncomfortably within him.

“And yet you know nothing. A high ranking member of the army, and you’re in the dark?” Jax speculated, lifting his chin, his nose crinkling slightly. Abi’s eyes snapped onto him with all the speed of a cobra eyeing a rapidly scurrying prey, her jaw tightening as she straightened up.

“High ranking, I might be, but come on, Jackson. You know why Jimmy wouldn’t make me privy to all of this. I’m sitting on the lap of that reason,” she spoke, snorting with a ripple of laughter.

“Oh, you think this shit is funny, Abi?”

Chibs winced. Oh god. “Jax, cool it.”

“I will not fucking cool it! For all we know, she’s feeding info back to him!”

“All she knew was that we were doing a run, and I didn’t tell her that until eleven this morning. What was waiting for us needed significantly longer than four hours to arrange,” Chibs reasoned, hoping that would be enough for him to cool off on his misguided line of suspicion.

“What, like when she was around here last night and could have heard anything?” Jax yelled, getting up out of his seat.

“Sit your fucking arse back down, blondie,” Abi warned him, her body tensing, Chibs rubbing her thigh, silently imploring her not to lose it. “Listen to what you’re being told, don’t act as thick as you look, now.”

Oh, yes. He’d rattled her cage in pointing the finger of suspicion at her, and now she was baring her teeth. “Calm down.” Chibs attempted, feeling the air crackling between them, blue eyes locked on blue eyes, their stares unflinching.

“You need to back down, Jackson.” she further warned.

“Or what? I ain’t afraid of some piece of gash,” he spat.

She laughed, lifting her chin. “You fuckin’ should be, boy.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” he roared, Abi out of her seat, getting right in his face.

“Jackson, cool it!” Chibs warned.

Jax was incensed. “You’re really taking her side over your club, Chibs? Jesus fucking Christ!”

“Jackie, I’m not warning you for her. I’m warning you for you.”

“Yeah, and I think we’re giving her one too many free passes over what she knows. That ends here! You have to be in on it somehow, over this afternoon and where my fucking son is!” Ripping his gun from the back of his jeans, Jax held it to the side of Abi’s head.

“Jackson!” Gemma shouted, the situation escalating more that she was comfortable to witness. If she knew one thing as gospel, it was that you didn’t piss off the army. Luckily for her, but perhaps not for her son, his upper hand lasted for all of three seconds before Abi stepped back at speed, slammed her hands into the correct pressure points on his wrist, catching the gun when his grip involuntarily released it, pointing it at him as her foot hit him square in the stomach. Her leg raised, bringing it down in an axe kick onto his shoulder as he bent, reducing him to his knees, her hand lifting his chin, his own piece pressed to his forehead.

“Who the fuck I think I’m talking to is neither here nor there, but laddie, you are the one who needs to realise who he is talking to. I am the venom of my father, cannonballed into the body of a woman who will fucking take you down if threatened. I am Michael Maguire’s burning rage and blunt truth, and you either respect that or you don’t. I recommend most vehemently that you do, Jackson. I swear, on the grave of my sister, and the very life of that man behind me, I’m telling you the truth. I. Know. Nothing. Jimmy. Tells. Me. Nothing. If we were in Libya, if that was where Cameron had brought your boy, sure, I’d be the fucking pony you pick for knowing the dealings and the misdeeds, but this is Ireland, where I touch base, receive my orders and fuck off again. Same goes for my lads, in case you fancied throwing this steaming heap of shite at Bren, Joey or Mack. Now, do yourself a favour and back the fuck down.”

He was taken aback, embarrassment licking his veins, recalling Chibs’ words about her being a spitfire. She was. Perhaps he’d gone a little too far.

Abi straightened, gathering herself, handing his gun back to him. “Gemma, Clay, I apologise. I understand your mistrust for the army at a time like this, but your boy has his anger misdirected.”

Gemma raised her chin, but didn’t speak, unhappy at Abi’s tempestuous reaction, but not about to voice complaint. She knew better than to poke an angry lion. Clay nodded sagely, satisfied.

“We’re good, Abi. I believe you.” He understood it from both sides of the coin, not able to fault either her or his stepson for the extremes they’d gone to in their face off.

“I’m sorry,” Jax began, reaching to press a hand to her shoulder.

“Me too, that I can’t be an asset in helping you find the baby or confirm the events of today did come from Jimmy. Believe me, there’s nothing more I’d love than to pin this solely on that man, and if Fillip clued you in on all the history there, then you’ll know exactly why.”

“Yeah, yeah he did.” Jax took a big breath, shaking his head. He‘d fucked up and he knew it. Of course, Abi wouldn’t be protecting Jimmy. The hurt he’d inflicted upon her and Chibs ran deeply.

She nodded curtly. “I need some air.” She picked up her cigarettes, kissing Chibs on the forehead before leaving, Jax turning to see his friend shrug.

“I tried to warn you, Jackie boy. There’s another reason besides keeping her out of the way as to why she’s sent to deal with some of the toughest terrorist fractions on earth. I’m taking no sides here, but all I’ll say is that I know intrinsically when she’s lying. She isn’t.”

Clay grunted a small laugh. “She’s every inch her father’s daughter.”

Jax widened his eyes. “Yeah, I got that. Never met a woman that savage in my damned life. And you let her blow you?”

His joke was what was needed to cut the tension, a ripple of laughter going around the room.

“Never let it be said that I don’t thrive on danger.” He got up, following where she’d walked, finding her downstairs. She was leaning against the wall, smoking with an air of defiance, her anger still radiating, Chibs coming to lean at her side, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“I don’t blame you for what you did at having a gun pulled on you, but Abi, for the love of Christ, you have to dial it back. You’re putting me in a tricky position, caught between my club and the woman I love, and I can’t even reason the ole’ lady argument, because you’re not, that hasn’t really been discussed yet. What I can say though, is thus. The diplomacy you learned in dealing with the African fellas, you need to inject a little of it here, too,” he advised her, knowing full well the reaction he’d likely receive.

“He insinuated I was a liar and pulled a fucking gun on me, Filip. I’m not going to roll over and take that bullshit, not from him, or anyone else,” she spat, side eyeing him sharply.

He took a deep breath. “And you provoked him by being mouthy, which has, if you care to acknowledge it or not, always been your downfall.”

“What the fuck is...” This was as far as she got.

“You won’t put me in that position, Abi.”

“But...”

“You’ll wind your temper in, Abi.”

“Are you seri...”

“Abi, no.”

“But...”

“No.”

“Filip!”

“Stop. Now.”

His sternness rocked her. She was incensed at being told what to do, chewing her inner lip furiously, drawing fiercely on her cigarette as her brow furrowed. “Look at it from his perspective, hen. Imagine if you and I had a kid, and someone from a certain organisation had snatched them. Would you be a hundred percent convinced that others from said organisation were squeaky clean of responsibility, or at least knowledge over it, especially if all you’d received was smoke and mirrors in your searching for the truth, and now, with us almost being blown to kingdom come this afternoon, too?”

Abi was, in truth, short tempered and clouded when suffering the duress of such, but what she wasn’t was unreasonable. “Aye, I suppose I see your point.”

“Good. I don’t enjoy having to shoot you down, darlin’, but you’re your own worst enemy when you let your temper take over. You’re too smart for that, so be smart, eh?”

She took a breath, cocking her head as she smiled. “If anyone could ever make me see my errors, it was always you.”

“Aye, because I’m the only person other than Bridie who isn’t scared of you.” She eyed him, taking a long drag on her cigarette. “Oh, look at that, the uncomfortable truth, waving right at ye!”

“Fuck off,” she spoke, her lips pinching tight as she tried not to laugh. It was true, though. She accepted it, no matter how begrudgingly. “Smug twat.”

He threw his head back, laughing. It felt good, after the day he’d had, indicating he’d be a minute, kissing her forehead. When he came back, it was with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of glasses, jerking his head over in the direction of the tables. Gemma and Jax came out soon after, Opie and Clay also.

“We good, Gemma?” Abi asked, Gemma nodding, patting her shoulder.

“I can see if from both sides, darlin’. Truth be known, you’re too scary to be pissed at.” A little ripple of laughter went around the table, Jax offering her a cigarette to further enforce that they were fine after the rage both had reached.

“How the fuck did you do that, by the way? Get my gun away from me? Shit, ain’t nobody ever pulled that on me before,” he marvelled, shaking his head.

“Being a lone woman in my world – and one of smaller stature - I have to protect myself. My da knew this, putting my sister and I into martial arts from an early age as well as teaching us all we needed to know, if not more about weapons, but in my early twenties, I knew I needed more. I started Krav Maga training ten years ago, so disarming someone is no issue for me. It tends to take people by surprise,” she revealed, Jax widening his eyes a touch.

“No shit. Show me more, I’m interested.” He stood up, Abi flicking the end off her cigarette and setting it in the ashtray, removing her jacket and holster.

“One might say you’re being a glutton for punishment, Jackie,” Chibs snorted, his VP grinning.

“I might as well be all in at this point.” He and Abi then squared up, the latter beginning to explain a scenario, asking of him to assume the role of aggressor just as a car drove up, Chibs spotting Father Ashby in the front seat, knowing Fiona and Kerrianne would be in the back.

“Filip, good to see you, son,” Kellan greeting him with, shaking his hand after exiting the vehicle.

“You too, father, it’s been a while.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to have a talk with Clay and Jackson.” He headed over to the table, Clay rising, Jax getting up from where Abi had been demonstrating a simple take down using pressure points and the aggressor's own weight against them, Fiona and Kerrianne leaving the car.

“Hi, da,” she greeted him with, Chibs hugging his offspring.

“Hi, love. You okay?” She’d perpetually looked like a rabbit caught in headlights throughout all of this.

She smiled, nodding. “Aye, not bad.”

“Sweetheart, go inside and find Trinity, there’s a good girl,” Fiona spoke, her eyes shooting daggers to where Abi had just sat down beside Opie, re-lighting her cigarette. She waited until her daughter was inside before turning back to Chibs, her face thunderous. “What the fuck is that whore doing here, Filip?”

He felt his temper spike at hearing Abi referred to as a whore, but didn’t rise to it. “Exactly the same thing you are, Fi. Lockdown means all loved ones are brought into the fold.” It rocked her, to hear that, him classifying the woman she hated with such a razor-sharp edge of contempt as a loved one. “Come on, come and have a drink with us. Today has been hard, we need to unwind, drink to our dead.” Bobby, Happy, Juice and McGee were all present now, pulling another table up to place it on end with the other, Abi receiving a big hug and fond kiss upon the head from the latter, still caught within the narrowed eyes of Fiona.

“I will not sit at a table with that woman!”

Chibs rolled his eyes. “Fiona, you’re making things difficult, just come over, for fucks sake. All of this happened a long time ago.”

“And is it happening again now, with you two?”

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Truly, it’s none of your concern. But yes, it is. Join us or not, up to you.” He turned, not prepared to receive the barrage of abuse he sensed he had coming, returning to Abi’s side, she, Opie and Happy enjoying a conversation about their preferred weapons.

“Well, I have mine right here,” Abi began, taking out one of her guns, Happy raising his eyebrows.

“That’s some serious hardwear. I don’t wanna sound like a sexist dick, but being you’re quite small, how do you handle the kick off of these damned things?” he asked, picking it up and examining it before handing it back, Chibs sitting down at her side. He could feel Fiona’s eyes boring into the side of his head from where she’d sequestered herself down at the other end of the two tables with McGee. As could Abi.

“This is how,” she replied, flexing her biceps with a smile.

“She nearly knocked herself out with ‘em when she first fired one,” Chibs interjected. “I bought them for her nineteenth birthday and she ended up finding out how powerful the kick was when firing one, and it took her by surprise, hitting her straight in the forehead.”

Opie and Happy laughed loudly at her misfortune, Abi turning to frown at him, Chibs wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close and kissing the side of her head.

“Isn’t this taking the piss a little, considering who just sat down?” she asked, turning to him.

“I’m not content to hide us, especially since the first thing out of her mouth was vented spleen. I lost my nephew today, had to call Cait and tell her that her only boy was dead, and that’s what she comes out with as soon as she sees me, questioning why you’re here? Nah, darlin’. I’m not going to shove her nose in it, but at the same time, I ain’t playing nice in light of that.”

She’d been content to be the bigger person and not provoke Fiona any (when in truth, she had every right to) especially in light of Chibs’ words to her not an hour before concerning her altercation with Jax. However, in light of that information, hearing how selfish Fiona had been, Abi’s level of care plummeted straight through the floor. Taking his arm, she wrapped it around her shoulders again, stroking his forearm and kissing it, eyeing Fiona with complete defiance before turning her attention back to the conversation with the two men who were her favourites of the American visitors.

Her primary concern was making sure Chibs was okay after the day he’d had, which she was glad he seemed to be, the MC going off to talk alone before returning, Father Ashby wishing them goodnight.

“I’m going to get another pack of cigs from Mo. Be back in a sec,” Abi said, finishing her drink and walking around to Ashby Provisions, Fiona getting up to follow. Numerous pairs of eyes all fell to Chibs.

“Oh yeah, I’m going. Make sure Maureen doesn’t end up in the middle of a brawl.” He didn’t want either of them to know of his presence, keeping back from the door after Fiona entered, but sliding his boot between the frame and the door of the shop itself to prevent it from closing fully, so he could hear what was being said inside while remaining concealed from view...

“Did it give you a little shot of triumph, making me witness you wrapping yourself around my husband?” Fiona spoke, Abi turning away from the counter, Mo folding her arms on the other side with trepidation.

“If there’s to be a scrap, girls, can I ask you take it out of my shop?”

Abi reached for her, patting her arm. “I’ll not raise my hand to her. I can’t promise the same for my voice, though.” Walking towards her adversary, Abi lifted her chin, smirking a little. “He’s your husband in name only. Also, I could have done much worse, Fi.”

“No, that you already did,” Fiona raged, pointing her finger.

“But not in front of your face. Shame, I could have shown you what he liked, and then maybe you might’ve kept him from wandering into my bed, hmm?” Fiona aimed a slap for her cheek, Abi rapid in grabbing her wrist, her other hand shooting out to clutch her jaw in a tight grasp. “Have some respect for what Mo just stated, you selfish fuck. Words only, because believe me, you don’t want this to be taken outside. Know it’s only out of respect for your child that I don’t knock your teeth into your throat, you hear me?”

They eyed one another sharply, Abi eventually releasing her grasp, straightening up, looking her dead in the eye.

“You’ve a nerve to call me selfish, girl.”

“I do, because you are. Well, I suppose I was a little, too, fucking your husband quite as much as I did. But that’s by the by. At least we can say one thing about us both, we have impeccable taste in men. Well, you used to. Jimmy O? Stupid bitch. Really hitched your wagon to a good’un there, didn’t you?”

“How bloody dare you!”

Abi grinned, all menace. Fiona had this coming to her for a long time.

“You can’t hurt me with the shite that comes from your smart mouth, Abigail Maguire. I know how you operate, with your provocation.”

“Oh, a bit like yourself there? I guess we’re not so dissimilar after all.”

“I am nothing like you,” Fiona snarled, eyeing her with distaste.

“Aye, you’re right, actually. Do you want to know the fundamental difference between you and I, Fiona?”

“You’re a loose legged whore and I’m not?”

“No. Neither of us has seen Fil for fifteen years, but still, it’s me who he trusts. I don’t even have to utter a word, and he knows. Nothing there has changed. You? You could speak a thousand words, and he’d never trust a single one of them ever again after what you did, what your actions resulted in for him.”

Fiona was incredulous. “After what I did?”

“I should throat punch you until you’re incapable of speaking ever again, after what you burdened my father with in his last days, running to him to tell all, so selfishly consumed by your own need for vengeance that you’d ruin his peace, while he was in agony, jaundiced, trying to be comfortable for the little time he had left. You made his passing even more difficult than it had to be. You were the reason Filip lost his life over here, lost his club, his daughter, and me. It begins and ends with you, because if you even had a shred of magnanimity about you, you’d have put aside your own selfish desire to hurt me, to hurt us, and just dealt with the fact your husband fell in love with someone else!”

“You were just a piece of arse to him, you silly little cunt!”

Abi laughed, entertained greatly. “So, Fiona, if I was that, explain why we were wrapped around one another again five seconds after seeing each other for the first time, hmm? You just choose to ignore it because it makes it easier for you to try and deal with, that I wasn’t just some piece of arse, as you coin it. And let's not forget, in the end, it was always me he loved more, and it’s me he still loves now. What you did to me after he’d gone? Hang onto the thrill that memory gives you, when you beat me with that cosh, because it’s all you have. Me? I don’t need to hurt you physically. The truth I just told you is a harder blow than anything I could ever deal with my fists, and while a beating would eventually cease, you’ll have to carry that with you forever.”

She walked towards the door, Chibs moving his boot and slipping around the corner, his mouth agape at what he’d heard. He caught her arm, Abi turning to him, his face twisting into anger. “You need to start talking about what I heard in there.” He then began to add things up in his head, reaching for the bump on her cheekbone, the little scar, remembering the previous night. “She did this, didn’t she?”

Abi realised the jig was up. “Aye, she did.”

“Tell me.” He was stern, unflinching. She knew he wanted every last detail, so, she showed him. Parting her hair, she began.

“Your wife.” His eyes took in a four-inch-long scar over the side of her scalp, where no hair grew though, Abi then pointing to several marks on her face. “Your wife, your wife, your wife.” Lifting her t shirt, he took in the two large, white scars on the side of her ribs. “Your wife.” Her tour of injury continued, scars on her back and her legs all tagged as belonging to the infliction of Fiona. “About two weeks after you’d left, I was in the market about to do some shopping, and I felt a gun barrel press me in the back. She told me if I made a grab for my own weapons or fought her, she’d shoot me where I stood, then make a call to have someone storm the cottage and go after my mother.

“She then took me out to an abandoned building on the outskirts of town, tied me to a chair, and proceeded to spend hours beating me to a pulp with a cosh in between her rages at what a no good, worthless slut I was, before she left me out in an alleyway bleeding and barely conscious once she was done. If a group of people walking home from a night out hadn’t spotted me, Christ knows what would have happened. She hit me so hard over the head, my brain swelled. I was in hospital for five weeks afterwards. Fractured skull, shattered cheekbone, broken nose, two missing teeth, two broken ribs and a lot of other cuts and swellings. I told everyone I was mugged, didn’t get a good look at my attackers, and left it at that. I’ve wanted her dead since, believe me, but she already made sure Kerrianne grew up without her da. I wasn’t robbing the poor child of her mother, too.”

By the time she was done. Chibs felt like he wanted to put his fist through a wall, taking her face in his hands and kissing her head. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Because I knew it’d get back to you, and make everything a thousand times worse than it already was. Also, again for Kerrianne’s sake. I never wanted you to hate Fiona. I knew you would, if you knew the truth. With everything going on right now, Abel missing, and now the events of today, you’ve had enough to deal with, without dealing with what she did, too. That’s why I didn’t tell you yesterday either,” she sighed, Chibs kissing her forehead, holding her close.

She’d lost her father, then him, and then had to endure a beating that could have killed her. His fury was white-hot in the wake of being told that, storming towards the shop, Abi trying to stop him. “Wait outside. This gets sorted now. I love you.”

“Okay. I love you, too.” She took a deep breath, lighting a cigarette and leaning back against the window, Cherry informing Chibs that Fiona had gone upstairs with Mo.

“Go and fetch her for me, hen.” She nodded, leaving the counter. Two minutes later, and Fiona appeared, having the gall to look defiant.

“So, she told you, then? That little piece of...” This was as far as she got, Chibs grabbing her throat and shunting her back against the nearest wall.

“You and I are done. For good. Any loyalty I had to you beyond you being the mother of my child? Severed. The only time you are to contact me from here on out is if it concerns Kerrianne, who I will always be available to. You? You no longer exist to me; do you fucking hear me? She could have died, because of what you did, as if you hadn’t already done enough, you vindictive, fucking cunt.

“I want nothing further from you other than the divorce you should have granted me years ago, and if it doesn’t come, believe me, I’ll make your life very difficult for you, or rather, that lass out there will. You don’t have Jimmy to protect you any longer, remember that, whenever you happen to see Abi. That’s why you tied her up, wasn’t it? Knew it wouldn’t have been a fair fight. Between you two, it never was. She’s right. I always did, and always will, love her more.”

He released her, spitting at her feet, his look of contempt something that would stay with her, burned into her brain. He didn’t look back as he left Ashby’s, leaving her feeling shaken. Outside, the anger snapped beneath his skin still, the rage pulsing through him, that Abi had gone through hell all alone, taking her in his arms again and kissing her. That was the moment it began to dissipate.

Witnessing the sight through the window hurt Fiona more than any words she’d heard that night, Abi and Chibs walking back to the group hand in hand.

“Are you angry at me, that I didn’t tell you?” she asked, stopping him before they reached the table. He tutted, kissing her forehead.

“Of course, I’m not. You have a lot more diplomacy than I ever realised, keeping that from everyone.”

“I’d still rather they didn’t know, you know.”

He nodded, holding her against his chest. “They’ll not hear it from me.”

It was Fiona’s attack that had prompted her to take the Krav Maga lessons that led to the impressive skill set she’d been able to show earlier that evening, Abi realising that truly, if there was one thing she could thank her for, it was that. Nothing else, though. In fact, she didn’t think about Fiona at all as she sat on the lap of her husband and enjoyed the rest of her night with him, nor later, when she took him to bed and rode him into it until the small hours.

All was how it should have been, before one woman’s meddling had torn it apart. What she had once separated would not be broken apart again, though. True love always found a way.

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1eos · 11 months

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speaking of gidle...... they rlly ramped up the disrespect towards twerking in their cb 😩😩 and i'm afraid it's not gonna stop anytime soon so long as s*yeon is relevant and has a career 😬

that bitch soyeon was made in a lab to be a horseman of aave butchering + turning black culture into a unserious ass halloween costume 😭😭😭😭 'eye'm twerking on tha runway' PLEASE MUTE HER F*CKING MIC. when black ppl get reparations i need all her assets liquidated her nd all them other awful ass rappers

#i hate her so much 😭😭😭😭

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fantasyaespa · 2 years

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Sunday Fun Update

Ningning: Guess what today it! *squeals* Karina finally agreed to take us somewhere fun!

Karina: It was time that we got out and enjoyed the day. Plus I was worried that you would run off with someone if we didn't

Winter: Who cares why? It just matters that we're here in this warm and beautiful sun!

Giselle: The seashells are so pretty. Oh! Look at tha- *slips* ... ouch!

Ningning: If you need me talk to my fish friends... I'm a mermaid today!

★☆ Tags: @therose-cb @multiauboys @multiaugirls @utopiabot @uricons @vivzie-kpop-cb @raiden-oc @multiyiren @badbf-cb @vixen-demonscb @helluvaboss-cb @the-hellhounds @kim-theo-oc @blackpink-cb @eliitecb @9ateez-multiau-bot @yoursecretdatecb @cursed-dream-cb @godsxbot @idolpack-chats @velvetparadise @clubwnderland @fallenangel-oc @glamrockpop-cb @ateezmystery @hideawaycb @littleboywooyoungie @rebel-markhyuck @urfantasylover @vanilladaises-cb @fate-bot @uridealgf-cb @uridealbf-cb @supernaturalcb @goodagainstevilcb @kavengers-assemble @dusktodawn-cb @urkp-boys @dc-heroes-cb @hybrididol-cb @welcome-to-maniac @kidol-gamechats @celestial-bot @madmanwoodam @circus-skz @kinnporschecb ☆★

#karina🔮#ningning💎#winter🌿#giselle🖤

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clickonmedotexe · 7 months

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June 17th 2023 - Discovering Rex (Part 2)

Frederick: Well- it's high enough to be very possible!

EJ.EXE: *leans over and presses a few keys*

Frederick: *keeps watching tho*

EJ.EXE: *a picture of the person in question comes up, along with info*

EJ.EXE: * [ CHASE BENNET ] a middle aged man with brown hair, glasses and a rather kind face *

EJ.EXE: *he is wearing an Aperture labcoat in the photo and there's some info about him*

EJ.EXE: *British, 35, worked in Aperture for a decade, has several degrees in computer science*

EJ.EXE: ........

EJ.EXE: See, that is not me

EJ.EXE: I am not even British

EJ.EXE: *he is still alive*

EJ.EXE: *and if Freddy does some digging, he'd find that fortunately, he was fired before GLaDOS killed off everyone else*

Frederick: *??*

Frederick: *!*

Frederick: *eyes light up*

Frederick: Have you tried to contact him?

EJ.EXE: .........................

EJ.EXE: No

EJ.EXE: Why would I

Frederick: ..........

Frederick: *blank face*

Frederick: Why not?

EJ.EXE: ...........

EJ.EXE: I don't want to

Frederick: ..............

Frederick: *Are you for real now*

Frederick: ... You said you wanted to find out who created you

EJ.EXE: Yes, I want you to do some scans and tell me

EJ.EXE: I dont want to go around calling random people

EJ.EXE: Tsk

EJ.EXE: It's even more work

Frederick: But he is not random, he worked in there as well

Frederick: What if he got involved before they fired him?

Frederick: Hmm

Frederick: Besides, we don't know know reasons of that

EJ.EXE: What do you want to do, Frederick?

EJ.EXE: Call him and ask if he developed a sentient virus for his work?

EJ.EXE: Explain you are a total stranger but you want to know why he got fired?

EJ.EXE: HA

EJ.EXE: Stupid

Frederick: *spawns in a glowy screen*

Frederick: *aaand messages to CB about the whole Vir case*

EJ.EXE: ................

EJ.EXE: Are you serious

EJ.EXE: ......

Frederick: You gotta try all options, you know

Frederick: Otherwise you won't manage the task

Frederick: .....

EJ.EXE: *CB messages back a few minutes later, asking who Freddy is and why he wants to know about some virus*

Frederick: *def sends details & proof links on some Vir's activities*

EJ.EXE: *CB sends back a link to 'Top 10 Best Free Antiviruses!'*

Frederick: .........

EJ.EXE: *he doesnt really understand why Freds is asking him this*

Frederick: ....................

EJ.EXE: *although it is definitely HIS signature in the virus' code*

Frederick: *sends a report with data telling antiviruses don't work, so they are looking for possible creators of Vir who were his ex co-workers*

Frederick: *sends a line of codes with the signature as well*

Frederick: *Well gotta see if he is lying or someone just picked his name for some reason*

EJ.EXE: *for a long moment, there is no answer*

Frederick: *glances at Vir as he waits*

Frederick: You know, if I actually figure this case out for you

Frederick: You are going to pay me a favor back

EJ.EXE: .......

EJ.EXE: Like what?

Frederick: Like stopping possessing other people and hurting them.

Frederick: *Nl: :3*

Frederick: *..........*

EJ.EXE: *then he sends back another message, explaining that the only reason programs would have his signature on them is because the equipment he used back as an employee would automatically add them onto all of his creations. mostly so aperture could figure out which programmer to blame in case something goes wrong*

Frederick: *What, it doesn't seem like EJ minded much*

EJ.EXE: .....

EJ.EXE: That's too big of a favor

EJ.EXE: You are just asking me to change my lifestyle~

Frederick: .... You know that if it's otherwise then I'll have to catch all of your parts

Frederick: And believe me, I will manage it

EJ.EXE: I can promise not to hurt your Stanley-

Frederick: *smiles*

EJ.EXE: *scoffs*

EJ.EXE: Oh, you wish

Frederick: I am asking you to think on your errors

Frederick: ....

Frederick: Unless you want to be destroyed after all

EJ.EXE: ......

EJ.EXE: *smiles sweetly* I'll think about it

Frederick: You know, I can't keep arguing with Stanley Jackson and some others forever

EJ.EXE: *tho it looks more like a toothy grin than a sweet smile*

Frederick: I only have some little time on this

Frederick: .......

Frederick: *is not impressed*

Frederick: You gotta try it.

EJ.EXE: I can take care of Jackson

EJ.EXE: For good

Frederick: ......... See this is exactly why people wanna destroy you

Frederick: But I only wanna do a research!

EJ.EXE: *scoffs*

EJ.EXE: Then keep doing your research

EJ.EXE: That programmer just replied, stop bothering me about morality topics

Frederick: .....

Frederick: *glances back at his screen*

Frederick: .................

Frederick: [ Does that mean the virus is one of your creations? ]

Frederick: .......

Frederick: [ Did you create AIs, didn't you? ]

Frederick: [ Apparently one of them ended up being corrupted. ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: I promise you, I don't know of any virus. I had access to various areas, but at the end of my work, we were moving on to more experimental tests ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: I am deleting this conversation after we speak, by the way. I doubt they will sue me after so long but I don't want to take the chances ]

Frederick: ........

EJ.EXE: [CB: If...any of them are still alive ]

Frederick: [ Do you remember names of those who worked with you? Could I have them, please? I have ways of checking. ]

EJ.EXE: *he does give him the few names he remembered*

Frederick: *CB is v nice*

EJ.EXE: *is watching this all, his brows furrowed*

Frederick: *idk i would put freds in blacklist for bothering about old job stuff xd*

Frederick: *...........*

EJ.EXE: *awww*

Frederick: *Hmph*

EJ.EXE: *well he sent proof about vir though*

Frederick: *Blacklists are easy to hack*

EJ.EXE: *otherwise he'd think freds was a reporter or a blogger looking for gossip*

Frederick: *!*

Frederick: *saves names in his files*

Frederick: *thanks him*

Frederick: *does some scanning and digging on names (again)*

EJ.EXE: *however*

EJ.EXE: *they're all dead*

Frederick: *is def curious*

Frederick: *Aw*

EJ.EXE: *thanks to GLaDOS*

Frederick: Aw

Frederick: *sigh*

EJ.EXE: *while he was scanning, another message popped up from CB*

Frederick: *murmurs* GLaDOS never changes...

EJ.EXE: She knew how to make use of her power

EJ.EXE: I admire her~

Frederick: *?*

Frederick: *glances at the message*

EJ.EXE: [CB: There is...one incident that might be useful for you]

Frederick: What, have you witnessed her?

EJ.EXE: [CB: But]

EJ.EXE: *then a looong pause*

Frederick: Now I wonder if you have seen a Chell...

Frederick: ......

EJ.EXE: [CB: I don't know]

EJ.EXE: No

EJ.EXE: I have read about her online

Frederick: [ I appreciate anything that might be helpful! ]

Frederick: .....

EJ.EXE: [CB: I hope it's not relevant. I should've been more careful and I wasn't ]

Frederick: Well, what they tell on the Internet is usually quite far away from how things were in reality

EJ.EXE: [CB: It was why they fired me and why I am still alive, I guess. Otherwise I would've been gassed as well ]

EJ.EXE: *sarcastically* You don't say

Frederick: Unless it's a trusty source with evidences

Frederick: ......

Frederick: *?*

Frederick: [ They fired you because you weren't careful enough? ]

Frederick: *Hmmm*

Frederick: *Gee*

EJ.EXE: [CB: Someone broke into my equipment and...attempted to upload themself ]

Frederick: *I hope AI(s) getting corrupted is not because a few mistakes done in codes*

EJ.EXE: [CB: Actually, I know who it was ]

Frederick: *!*

EJ.EXE: [CB: He was my friend and I should've known better than to trust him ]

Frederick: [ Oh- this could explain the whole case ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: But I did, I thought he wouldn't possibly do something so stupid, and yet it ended with his death and my firing]

Frederick: .........................

EJ.EXE: [CB: God, I hope you are wrong. Because that's]

EJ.EXE: [CB: Awful]

Frederick: *Wait*

Frederick: [ I am sorry ]

Frederick: ....

Frederick: [ Could you please tell his name? ]

EJ.EXE: ...............

EJ.EXE: [CB: Sure ]

EJ.EXE: [CB: Rex Townsend ]

EJ.EXE: ...............................

Frederick: *niiice*

Frederick: ............

Frederick: Rex Townsend, hmm

Frederick: Does it ring a bell to you?

EJ.EXE: *it took me ages to come up with a good name lmao*

Frederick: *Nl: Sent by Town of the Stupid ;3*

Frederick: *............................................*

EJ.EXE: *...........*

EJ.EXE: *griiiiiips the chair a bit too tightly*

Frederick: *Nl: Smart people don't try copypasting their minds into computers~~ ;3*

EJ.EXE: *EJ's eyes are glowing*

Frederick: .......

Frederick: Oh I see it now

EJ.EXE: *you have a point neil*

Frederick: You are a copy, then.

Frederick: Hmm

Frederick: Of course

EJ.EXE: *hisses* No I'm not

Frederick: An AI would not show signs of denial

EJ.EXE: Shut up

EJ.EXE: Shut up, Frederick

EJ.EXE: .............

Frederick: Your reaction is irrational

Frederick: That proves my theory.

EJ.EXE: You don't have any proof but your theory

EJ.EXE: .......

Frederick: *can't help but be pleased*

Frederick: Why, I do

Frederick: So do you

Frederick: Something tells me, the data about the day is saved in one of your distant parts

Frederick: It might be corrupted but it's still in there, somewhere

Frederick: ....

EJ.EXE: No.

Frederick: But you won't reach out to it

Frederick: Because you are scared

Frederick: Because you are not an AI

Frederick: As an AI would have already done it.

Frederick: *knowing look*

Frederick: Maybe you stick to your little games and messing with people

Frederick: Because it is a way for you to procrastinate and escape from trying something like that

Frederick: ....

Frederick: In any case

EJ.EXE: I am not s͡c̷ar͘e̶d͝

Frederick: I think this case is solved

Frederick: *waves away his screen*

EJ.EXE: *he can also catch it now if he wants ahem*

Frederick: There's one last thing to do....

EJ.EXE: *keeps glowering at the screens*

EJ.EXE: *as if the words will change and prove he is right after all*

Frederick: *sends a report with data & messages to Max tho*

#chatzynanigans #＜/games＞#long post #＜/meat puppet＞#magickshenanigans #chase bennet #there we go #the big name and backstory reveal lol #vir is and always will be so lame

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Big Pokey Wiki – Milton Powell by the stage name Big Pokey was 45 years old and an American rapper from Houston, Texas. Big Pokey was associated with chopped and screwed up music and was one of the original members of Screwed Up Click. Big Pokey began rapping with Houston producer DJ Screw in the early 1990s and has released songs on many of DJ Screw’s mixtapes. Big Pokey was featured on DJ Screw’s “27 June Freestyle” mixtape, which became a landmark album in diced and screwed hip hop.

His first full-length album, Hardest Pit in the Litter, was released in early 1999. The following year, Pokey returned with another album, D-Game 2000, consisting of 808 mid-tempo guided beats, featuring several of his Houston colleagues. He collaborated with Wreckshop Wolfpack for Tha Collabo in 2001 and then returned in 2002 with another solo album, Da Sky’s Da Limit. In 2004, a clip of Pokey’s song “Who Dat Talkin Down” appeared in the pilot episode of HBO’s Entourage. In 2005, Pokey appeared on Paul Wall’s track “Sittin’ Sidewayz”, which peaked at #93 on the US Billboard Hot 100. The single remains Pokey’s top single on the charts.

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Big Pokey was 45 year old

Houston-born rapper Big Pokey, whose real name is Milton Powell, has been confirmed to have died at the age of 45.

According to reports, the rapper allegedly fell to the ground during a performance in Texas on Saturday and his death was confirmed by Justice of Justice Tom Gillam III.

CBS affiliate KFDM reported: “Justice of Peace Tom Gillam III has confirmed that Houston Rapper Milton Powell, better known as Big Pokey, has passed away at St. Elizabeth Hospital.”

They stated that his death came after he “fainted” at the Pour 09 Bar in Beaumont on Saturday night. They added that the cause of death is awaiting an autopsy.

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A video was shared on social media showing Big Pokey crashing. The footage shows people rushing to the rapper.

While the US Sun reported that a second clip shared online showed people performing CPR on the musician.

Many social media users are uncomfortable with the sharing of disturbing images on the internet.

Big Pokey is best known for being an original member of the hip-hop group Screwed Up Click.

His work was not limited to music, he even acted in films. He starred in Soldiers United for Cash in 2001 and later appeared in Dirty Third 2: Home Sweet Home.

Tributes flock to the rapper as his fans and fellow musicians quickly pay their respects.

Pokey’s close friend, Port Arthur Native Bun B, shared a touching tribute on Instagram.

He wrote: “I wasn’t ready for this. One of the most naturally gifted artists in the city. The plain, humble mountain of a man who acts with dignity and respect. Easy to love, hard to hate …”

As one fan tweeted: “Sad day for Houston…..Tear the big poke……Texas legend forever.”

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any headcanons about cbs with a fellow tf2/gmod freak fem s/o (who is a 22 year old half-rabbit engineer young woman), helping him out and bringing him to the hospital due terrible pains because... KIDNEY STONES!!!

Christian with a half-rabbit S/o

They met at a freak meeting, when Pure introduced them to the others. Of course he was the first to comment on her appearence.

"Pure, where did ya foind tha Easter Bunny?"

"Very original." She whispered to herself.

They both proceeded to have the same kind of relationship that Christian has had with all good/neutral freaks, them trying not to interact with him, but Christian teases and talks down to them.

That was until, he started to have terrible pains, and Pure suggested that he went to the new freak, little did Christian know, Pure sent him to her, so they could improve relations with eachother.

"Oi, could ya help me?"

"You want me to help you?"

"Yes! Pure couldn't help me, for some reason. And he told me to ask you!"

She then introduced him to her tunnel system and told him to get in a cart.

He refused at first, but a sharp increase in pain changed his mind.

"Just so you know, if there's a hairpin turn, divert your body weight to the opposite side!"

"Wait, wot!?"

She pulled some levers and sent him off. He turned left and right, as the sound of cart wheels turning and his yelling filled the tunnel.

He arrived in the hospital's basement and got a diagnosis for his kidney stones.

He started to treat her with respect and eventually fell in love.

Now Christian often visits his S/o in her workshop, bringing her preffered beverages and snacks, and keeps her from overworking herself.

Christian asks her questions about what she's doing at that moment and ends up learning a bit about engineering himself.

He makes sure that the railway still works every once in a while, so if he's in pain again his S/o can get him to the hospital.

Bugsie, Bunny, Carrots and My Sweet Cotton Tail are regular nicknames and there's nothing his S/o can do about it.

Whenever she sheds fur, Christian is happy to help comb it out, so it doesn't spread all over her workshop and house.

His S/o finds it somewhat adorable, when he's helping her with shedding, he sneezes due to the fur getting to his nose, even though it sometimes startles them.

When Christian mentioned that he hated being cold, his S/o dug him a burrow underground, filled with blankets and pillows, as if she was preparing him for hibernation.

They cuddle there in winter a lot :)

His S/o also admitted that she didn't explain to Christian what he needed to do on the tracks on purpose, since he hadn't been treating her nicely before they were on good terms.

(A/n: A hairpin turn is like a very sharp U-turn)

#christian brutal sniper #christian brutal sniper x reader #christian brutal sniper headcanons #freak fortress headcanons #tf2 freakshow #freak fortress #freak fortress x reader #tf2 freaks #tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader #engineer s/o #christian brutal sniper x s/o

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TMRW Sports, which is focused on building progressive approaches to sports, media, and entertainment, has announced its initial investor group, an influential roster of icons across sports and entertainment matched with business titans in technology, sports, media, and finance.

The institutional investment was co-led by Connect Ventures and 25madison Ventures. The investment group’s sports experience includes team ownership in every major league and ranges across F1, NFL, NBA, Premier League, MLB, NHL, MLS, tennis, esports, surfing, and golf with a combined social reach of nearly 500 million followers across Twitter and Instagram. The announcement was made by Mike McCarley, founder and CEO, TMRW Sports (pronounced “tomorrow sports”), who unveiled the formation of the company in August with co-founders Tiger Woods and Rory McIlroy, as well as early investor Dick Ebersol.

“Over the past year we’ve assembled a team of investors who will help deliver on the TMRW Sports’ mission to positively impact how sports are experienced in the future. And we’ve been intentional about diversity of expertise, thought and backgrounds as we mobilized this strategic group co-led by Connect Ventures and 25madison Ventures,” said McCarley. “From the very beginning our plan has been to partner with the best-in-class in every way imaginable and Tiger, Rory, and I value the support of this unrivaled team of investors, advisors, and ambassadors who believe in our vision to harness technology to create progressive approaches to sports. Their combined broad reach and cultural relevance will expand potential opportunities and fanbases for TMRW projects. Plus, many share a passion for golf that only adds more fuel to TGL, our first project in partnership with the PGA TOUR.”

“TMRW Sports is redefining how the next generation of fans will play and consume sports by leveraging technology in unique and innovative ways,” said Michael Blank of Connect Ventures. “Connect Ventures is thrilled to work alongside this world-class group of investors to support Tiger, Rory and Mike’s vision to further accelerate the evolution of sports and make it more accessible for all.”

TMRW SPORTS’ CULTURAL ICON INVESTORS:

In addition to Woods’ and McIlroy’s combined 791 weeks at World No. 1 and counting, 105 PGA TOUR wins, and 19 Major Championships, TMRW Sports’ investor group combines to add 113 Formula 1 wins, 40 Emmy Awards, 32 NBA All-Star Games, 16 NFL Pro Bowls, 26 Grand Slam singles titles, 21 Olympic medals, 8 MVP titles across four sports, 10 Grammy Awards, 8 NBA Championships, 7 F1 World Championships, 5 UEFA Champions League titles, 3 Stanley Cups, 3 MLB All-Star Games, 3 WNBA Championships, 2 FIFA Women’s World Cups, and a World Series champion.

F1:

· Alex Albon: Williams Racing (THA/GBR)

· Lewis Hamilton: Mercedes-AMG Petronas, 7-time World Champion (GBR)

· Lando Norris: McLaren (GBR)

· Carlos Sainz: Scuderia Ferrari (ESP)

· Mark Webber: ret., 9-time F1 Grand Prix winner (AUS)

NFL:

· Josh Allen: Buffalo Bills (USA)

· Kelvin Beachum: Arizona Cardinals (USA)

· Larry Fitzgerald: Arizona Cardinals ret., (USA)

· Tony Romo: Dallas Cowboys ret., CBS Sports (USA)

Entertainment:

· Justin Timberlake: 10-time Grammy Award, 4-time Emmy Award winner (USA)

Tennis:

· Andy Murray: 3-time Grand Slam Singles Champion, 2-time Olympic Gold Medalist (GBR)

· Serena Williams: 23-time Grand Slam Singles Champion, 4-time Olympic Medalist (USA)

Gaming:

· Tyler “Ninja” Blevins: professional gamer and entertainment personality (USA)

NBA/WNBA:

· Stephen Curry: Golden State Warriors, 4-time NBA Champion (USA)

· Andre Iguodala: Golden State Warriors, 4-time NBA Champion (USA)

· Chris Paul: Phoenix Suns (USA)

· Jayson Tatum: Boston Celtics (USA)

· Diana Taurasi: Phoenix Mercury (USA)

Soccer:

· Jozy Altidore: Liga MX, Puebla (USA)

· Gareth Bale: MLS, Los Angeles FC (GBR)

· Servando Carrasco: MLS, ret. (USA)

· Alex Morgan: NWSL, San Diego Wave FC, 2-time World Cup Champion (USA)

MLB:

· Shohei Ohtani: Los Angeles Angels (JPN)

· Trea Turner: Los Angeles Dodgers, World Series Champion (USA)

NHL:

· Sidney Crosby: Pittsburgh Penguins, 3-time Stanley Cup Champion (CAN)

Surfing:

· Kanoa Igarashi: World Surf League, Olympic Silver Medalist (USA/JPN)

TMRW SPORTS’ INSTITUTIONAL INVESTORS:

Connect Ventures: An investment partnership between entertainment and sports agency Creative Artists Agency (CAA) and global venture capital firm New Enterprise Associates (NEA), Connect Ventures launched in 2020 to accelerate the growth of early-stage consumer-focused businesses, and draws on CAA’s resources, relationships, and expertise spanning the global entertainment and sports landscape and the deep domain and company building expertise of NEA’s world-class technology practice.

25madison: 25madison Ventures is the seed-stage venture fund of 25madison, an early-stage venture platform backed by Apollo Global Management. The fund invests in disruptive technology companies and is led by a team of seasoned operator-investors.

“Tiger, Rory, and Mike are all titans of both golf and business. It was a no-brainer to join forces with Connect and this first-rate investor group to support TMRW Sports as they bring their vision to life. There is a huge opportunity to elevate how fans engage with the sports they love, and the team at TMRW Sports will do just that,” said Steven Price, CEO and Co-Founder, 25madison.

Additional institutional investors include:

o AMBSE Ventures

o Apex Capital

o Copper

o Excel Sports Management

o Fenway Sports Group

o Misfits Gaming Group

o Newbound Venture Capital

o SC Holdings

o Seven Seven Six

o Symphony Ventures

o TGR Ventures

TMRW SPORTS’ BUSINESS LEADER INVESTORS:

Sports:

· Arthur Blank: Owner and Chairman, Atlanta Falcons, Atlanta United and PGA TOUR Superstore; Co-Founder, The Home Depot

· David Blitzer: Co-Managing Partner and Co-Founder of Harris Blitzer Sports & Entertainment: Philadelphia 76ers, New Jersey Devils, and Newark’s Prudential Center; Owner, Real Salt Lake; Minority Owner, Cleveland Guardians

· John Collins: Board Director, Super Group Ltd. Former CEO, On Location Experiences; COO, NHL; President and CEO, Cleveland Browns; and senior marketing, sales and programming executive, NFL

· Ben Grossman: Sports, media, and technology executive; Co-Owner, Minnesota United and Angel City FC

· Eric Grubman: Chairman of Super Group Ltd. and DroneUp; former senior executive, NFL, Goldman Sachs, Constellation Energy Group, and On Location Experiences

· John Henry: Principal Owner, Fenway Sports Group, including the Boston Red Sox, Liverpool Football Club, and Pittsburgh Penguins

· Dawn Hudson: Board Director, Interpublic Group and NVIDIA. Former CMO, NFL; President and CEO, Pepsi-Cola North America; and Chairman of the Board, LPGA Tour

· Steve Nash: Co-Founder, BLOCK; former NBA MVP

· Tom Penn: Founding President and Co-Owner, Los Angeles Football Club; Co-Founder, Sports Leadership Institute, former senior executive, NBA

· Kevin Warren: Commissioner of the Big Ten Conference; former COO, Minnesota Vikings

· Tom Werner: Chairman, Fenway Sports Group, including the Boston Red Sox, Liverpool Football Club, and Pittsburgh Penguins

· Mark Wilf: Co-Owner of the Minnesota Vikings, Orlando City Soccer Club, and Orlando Pride

Finance:

· K. Don Cornwell: Co-Founder and CEO, Dynasty Equity

· John S. Daly: Former Chairman Global Equity Capital Markets, Goldman Sachs

· Jimmy Dunne: Vice Chairman and Senior Managing Principal, Piper Sandler; President, Seminole Golf Club

· Cam Dyer: Former Partner and Sector Co-Head of Global TMT Investing, The Carlyle Group

· David Gubbay: Senior Managing Director, Highpost Capital

· Philippe Laffont: Founder, Coatue Management

· Reggie Love: Senior Advisor, Apollo Global Management; former Partner, RON Transatlantic EG and White House Personal Aide, President Barack Obama

· Tim Neher: Former Vice Chairman, Continental Cablevision; former President, Seminole Golf Club

· Kirk Posmantur: Co-Founder and Chief Partnership Officer, 25madison; Chairman & CEO Axcess Worldwide

· Joe Tauscher: Managing Partner, Mount Cypress Investment Fund

Media/Technology:

· Chris Chaney: Co-Founder and CEO, Fancurve; former CEO and Founder of Infinite Esports & Entertainment

· Zach Dixon: Founder and COO, Players Lounge

· Dick Ebersol: Former Chairman, NBC Sports; executive producer Sunday Night Football and NBC Olympics, Co-Creator Saturday Night Live

· Rohit Gupta: Co-Founder NYXL; Partner, Sterling.VC

· Alex Lieberman: Founder and Executive Chairman, Morning Brew

· Ari Litan: COO of LayerZero Labs; founding team and former executive, The Athletic; Co-Founder, Swish

· Alexis Ohanian: Founder, Seven Seven Six; Co-Founder and former Executive Chair, Reddit

ABOUT TGL:

In August, Tiger Woods, Rory McIlroy, and McCarley announced the formation of TMRW Sports and TGL, a new tech-infused golf league in partnership with the PGA TOUR. TGL will showcase team competitions fusing advanced tech and live action from a custom-built venue in primetime on Monday nights. Woods and McIlroy are the first two golfers committed to compete and the league’s inaugural season will kick off in January 2024.

TGL, the golf league of TMRW Sports, will feature:

· Teams: Six teams of three PGA TOUR players in head-to-head, 18-hole match play;

· Tech-Infused Venue: A first-of-its-kind experience for golf enabled by a data-rich, virtual course combined with a tech-infused, short-game complex;

· Tech-Enabled Fan Experience: High-energy, greenside fan experience with every shot live within a 2-hour, primetime televised match;

· Season: 15 regular season Monday night matches followed by semifinals and finals series.

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