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sundayiminlove · 8 months
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sleep, pretty darling [ dallas winston x f!reader ]
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synopsis : you're overworking yourself with studying in preparation for exams, and dally isn't havin' it. contains : academic overachiever reader, whipped dallas winston, mostly just tooth-rotting fluff, notes : first writing post on here, kinda (very) nervous!! think i'm gonna make a point to write for each greaser in effort to shoehorn my way into outsiders tumblr?? yeah??? okay, GREAT. 99% chance i post something different for dal tho. just a messy, silly little drabble. ironically wrote after not sleeping for 32 hours. i'm sorry if he's a lil ooc y'all, this is my first dal fic in give or take a year!!! he'll get there, i promise! mwah mwah hope u enjoy warnings : not proofread, we die like dally
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PALE BLUE EYES slant sideways, casting a brief look at you.
Your nose is scrunched in concentration over the comically large textbook laid open in your lap. You're hunched over, tracing under each printed word with your finger, thumbing down when you stop to take a note.
Dallas is preemptively annoyed. He's been leaning expectantly against the doorframe circa ten seconds ago, and you're yet to notice him. He takes one last dramatic drag from his cigarette before begrudgingly discarding it on the outsole of his shoe. The creases on on your nose tighten as you catch a whiff of the wafting smoke. Though a vehement anti-smoker yourself, you've spent enough time around the gang to guarantee your lungs at least a permanent char. Despite this, you always just have to make a big song and dance of your distaste for them, and Dally does nothing to curb the quirk of his lips into a slight grin.
You have him, hook line and sinker.
"(Y/N)," he speaks at last. His tone is firm yet without underlying aggression; one exclusively for your ears.
You perk up.
Dallas' fingers splay against his lips as if holding a phantom cigarette. "What're you doin' over here so late, huh? Was out lookin' for you."
He watches as your gaze darts to the window. Nightfall has long since kissed the apex of Tulsa, yet you hadn't a clue. You'd been there for hours, crunching equations and fruitlessly jotting down formulas. The encroaching weight of finals week had rendered both your circadian rhythm and measure of passing time nugatory.
"Borrowin' one of Darry's old textbooks," you explain, the corners of your mouth tugging into a frown. "Not exactly a monastery but it beats that old Soc-infested library, long as Two stays gone, that is."
He crosses the Curtis' living room in four smooth strides, plopping down next to you on the couch. The flimsy cushion sinks beneath him, forcing you closer to him, and for once, Dally's grateful for the pathetic old thing's lack of structural integrity.
He lifts the textbook, ignoring your whimper of protest and sets it on the coffee table. He spins the silver band on his knuckle, averting his gaze downwards. "You know, sweetheart," he pauses, choosing his words. Dally wears his worry uniquely, sparingly. "I'm not particularly likin' all of these.. these books, and.." he trails off, thumb tracing your newly-formed eyebag as if he could swipe it clean. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"
Things are different. You're his girl now. And not just his pretty skirt for the night and until 7am after; no, this is serious. You're his girlfriend. His lover. It's foreign. It's enthralling.
No one had told poor Dallas that falling for you would unwind a deep vortex in his brain that noticed the trivial things, like how suspiciously little you blinked or how the vibrant pink in your cheeks had drained.
You lean into his touch with an exasperated sigh. "Dally, c'mon, don't you start this. I know it's nothin' to you, but it's finals week!" you huff. "I'll catch up on the sleep, swear it! I just, I got so much left to do here, and,"
Your defense falls on deaf ears. This has been it for weeks now; and the you-sized hole burning in his chest is only getting deeper. Dally's arms encircle your waist as he taps gently on the small of your back. "Don't give me that," he sighs. "God, baby, you're worryin' me, alright? Don't like seeing my girl so..." he fans his hand outwards.
As you tense and start to fly into another excuse, he shakes his head, mind already made. He's sparing no more of your attention. "You're comin' back to Buck's with me, alright?" His timbre leaves no room for argument, but you squirm regardless. His grip on you tightens. "And I'm making sure you get some goddamn rest."
You pout, looking over at your textbook as if it would personify and save you. "But," you start, only to be hastily shushed.
"But nothin', doll. C'mon, up ya go,"
With that, he scoops you up, one arm hooking around your legs. Your series of half-hearted protests are nullified as he secures you into Buck's old truck, movements careful yet hasty. You inevitably surrender, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean back into the torn leather.
BUCK MERRIL'S HOUSE is as quiet as Buck Merril's house is capable of being. You've never been to Buck Merril's house, so you don't find it very quiet at all.
Running his hands over the blanket, Dallas spreads it out on the floor, smoothening out the crinkles and corners. They reform almost immediately and he sighs heavily, airing it out on the pummeled mattress in defeat. If he would have know he'd be conducting a full-scale kidnapping for the sake of your rest, he might have better prepared. Might have.
So, here's the thing, right?"
There have been girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.
There have been quite a few girls in Dallas Winston's bed before.
There have been zero girls in Dallas Winston's bed that he didn't bring into it with meaningless sex on the horizons.
You're no snob and he knows this, but now, it's the principle. Dallas Winston may sleep on a mattress deficient of ample springs and no top sheet, but Dallas Winston's girl should never. In spite his hazy, rose-colored, Y/N-centric world created under this roof, he knows he has to step it up.
As soon as he hears the faucet cut off, he's off his feet. He flings himself onto the mattress, hitching one leg up as he awaits the slow creek of the door.
And there you stand.
Dallas wonders what karmic debt is being paid off for him to deserve to see you like this. His lips part as he drinks in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. You, in his lightly wrinkled grey tee that scarcely conceals your bare thighs. Your face glistens with renew, a few stray droplets racing down your forehead and cheeks. Even trammeled by exhaustion, you knock the wind right out of him.
You wear the moonlight beautifully. It traces each feature so delicately as you sit beside him on the bed. "I'm—," you start, but pause to let a little yawn. He practically melts beside you.
"I'm sorry I gave you such a tough time, darlin'," you continue, situating under the blanket. "You were right, I'm proper beat."
He smirks, propping his head up to look down on you. "As always," he notes, tucking a fly-away hair behind your ears. You roll your eyes and give him a playful jab, to which he winces in mock affliction. "Some nerve," he hums, thumb tracing your cheek.
You look at him, lips parting gently. This isn't Dallas Winston; that infamous, no-good hoodlum from the wrong side of the tracks. This is your Dally, someone you alone have the absolute pleasure of knowing.
"That's it," he whispers as you surrender to his side, nuzzling his neck. Your eyes are heavy, faltering by the second, yet your grip on him is unyielding. He's never felt a thing like this before, and he's quickly becoming putty in your careful arms. He's content to lay awake all night, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as slumber claims you.
His gangly fingers trace idly on your back, and he knows. He will never be the same.
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nishloves · 5 months
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the night we met ~ vernon
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vernon x f! reader // angst ; old english au // words : 1k // m.list
synopsis : he was just another man you had come across in your life.
based on : calypso (greek myth); the night we met (lord huron)
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“I am not the only traveller,
Who has not repaid his debt.
I've been searching for a trail to follow, again.
Take me back to the night we met.”
You were the prettiest flower he had laid his eyes upon, breathtaking, enticing, ethereal... beautiful. You were simply beautiful.
He was a nomad, a traveller, a lost wanderer; venturing from place to place to fill his empty heart with all the nugatory promises, naught happiness.
You were as amicable as Calypso herself, a refugee for broken hearts, a healer of withered souls, a home to rest. A lover of heroes— he wasn't a hero though, neither was he a villain.
He was a man, a simple aimless man.
“And then I can tell myself,
What the hell I'm supposed to do?
And then I can tell myself,
Not to ride along with you.”
His hands guided you through the notes, your feet effortlessly matching his steps as he smiled at you, your eyes twinkling up at him, his heart clenched as he looked away from your innocent eyes; he knew he'd break your heart, and he doesn't want to see it this soon, he doesn't want you to register that he doesn't love you.
The dim lights accessorized your skin as the glitter on your cheeks glimmered with the reflected candlelight.
The flowers in your hair seemed to weigh down on your neck as you winced when you looked up at him.
Vernon's hand travelled to your nape, giving your head support as you gasped under his fleeting touch, your breath hitching as you melted under his touch.
Would he do it all over again?
“I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do,
Haunted by the ghost of you.
Oh, take me back to the night we met.”
He saw you rejecting every suitor who asked you for a singular dance, he saw you giggling and blushing whenever his name was mentioned, he heard that you were looking forward to him at every ball of the season.
Only if you knew.
Vernon sighed as the deep red liquid burned his throat, the crystal chandelier hung above him reminded him of your earrings, the ones you told him you adored yet lost— only if you knew they were still stuck on his cuffs.
The burning flame of the candle replicated the electric, hot touches you both had bestowed upon yourselves. The pearl necklace— your gift, sat prettily in front of him, looking as innocent and pure as your eyes. Yet the empty wine glass reminded him of your heart.
He took away the innocence of your eyes with his kiss, and left you with an unfulfilled heart.
He shouldn't talk to you.
“When the night was full of terrors,
And your eyes were filled with tears.
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met.”
"I played with your heart, y/n," he repeated, his eyes unwavering.
"No... you aren't so cruel, you will never be so cruel to anyone."
"But I am," he replied, the moisture in his eyes undetected by both you and him.
"Why would you give me this, then? Why would you swear your heart on me? Why would you call me the ruler of your soul then?"
His jaw went slack as he looked at your tear-filled eyes, the windy November nights making you shiver as you peered up at him; your eyes red, full of hurt and denial, yet they held no animosity or hostility towards the said perpetrator of your heart.
"Don't you realize?" His voice was soft, softer than anytime he had spoken to you, "i don't have a heart, you're the owner of an empty palace; the ruler of apathetic barren lands."
"Then why do you cry?"
His words stopped in his throat as he touched his cheek, his eyes widening as he looked back at you, "Surely you jest, y/n. Can't you see that I'm acting?"
He could feel, he could feel again.
Surely you were the Calypso, the runaways' hearth.
"You're crying, Vernon."
"I pity you, y/n." I don't deserve you; I am a mere wanderer, one of the many travellers you meet before you find your Odysseus.
“I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you,
Take me back to the night we met.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met.”
He recalled Calypso's cruel fate— all of her unrequited loves, he recalled her misery, her yearning, the agitation of her heart, the shackles of her fears; her lonesome heart.
He is still haunted by your memories, of you calling him the locksmith of your caged heart, of you calling after him as you tore the pearl necklace off your neck. He is still haunted by your gasping breaths, your tear filled eyes, your silvery tragic voice as you asked him to come back to you, even if it takes years.
Vernon sinks in the arm-chair, his fugacious compassion nowhere to be seen as he twirled your earring between his fingers— the earring you had lost, the other half of the very pair.
He wonders if you met a hero after all these years. He wonders if can go back to the night you met, and redo everything from the scratch. He wonders if you— or anyone, could love an aimless and a simple man.
Maybe your presence was the only tethering cashmere thread in his yarn of fate.
take me back, to the night we met.
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the end.
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terror-slut · 2 years
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Change of Heart
Chapter 06/?? Click HERE for this fics masterlist!
Reader is a troubled pediatrician at Hawkins lab when she crosses paths with this lovely orderly. Nothing will stand between Peter and his revenge. Not even really pretty distractions.
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Pairing: Peter Ballard x f!reader
Word count: 1728
Ratings & warnings: SPOILERS, period typical sexism, violence, blood, torture, NSFW, swearing, no (Y/N), no described defining features for reader. Ratings may change as chapters are being added.
A/N: they’re so confused! They have so many feelings! I gobble it up like it’s the last supper. If being a swiftie since 2008 has taught me anything it’s the art of YEARNING
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As adamant as he is, Peter sticks to the promise he made himself. He cannot afford any distractions, and he refuses to lose sight of what is most important; getting out of the constrictive makeshift prison Brenner locked him up in. Once he regains his mental and physical autonomy, the white haired man and his staff will pay for robbing him of his freedom. He is dead set on revenge, and despite his ongoing lapse of judgement when it comes to the pediatrician, she still answers to the man who is shaped after all of Peter’s demons.
It is hard to admit that the pediatrician pains him from the inside out, that she ruthlessly squeezes what is left of his humanity in the palm of her hand, yet remains so blissfully unaware of the turmoil she causes within him. She does not realize that her presence in Hawkins laboratory throws the blond off balance. His brain never fails to diligently remind him of her delicate beauty and the softness in her tone of voice when speaking with him. When the familiar subtlety of pomegranate and lemongrass seems to gain mastery over him, so elusive and fleeting amongst the intensity of the wonted chemical stench, Peter wonders if he could be losing his mind. Worst of all is the candor that sparks within her eyes when their gazes cross, threatening to overthrow his carefully constructed constitution.
And yet, the one thing he cannot see past is that she works for the man who stole Peter’s freedom from him and mentally imprisoned him in the name of control. The day Soteria was implanted in his neck was the day Peter vowed to take revenge on Martin Brenner and his team. When the older scientist created the nugatory copies, Peter vowed that they would meet their demise just as swiftly.
Rage has become his default, the burning need for revenge simmers strongly within the depths of his constitution. Losing the one thing that’s familiar to him could prove to be fatal to who he has become throughout the years. The pediatrician is nothing but a temporary hindrance in the great scheme of things, an obstruction that provokes scorching within his chest all the same, albeit so different from his familiar rage.
Had they met at another time and place, perhaps something could grow between them, luscious and thriving like climbing hedera. Something honest and true, a thing that the poets would refer to as love. They could be two lovers, so close that no room for any reservations between them would remain.
Fueled by his hunger for revenge, Peter blindly squashes the seedlings of possibility under the heel of his shoe as carelessly as he would a cigarette butt. The scientist is right about one thing; Peter Ballard is indeed number 001.
And so, he shuts the pediatrician out so sudden it gives her whiplash. Peter, who has been sending her kind smiles since the day she arrived, doesn’t give her the time of day now. His demeanor has shifted, from kind and caring to… radio silence. Nothing at all.
Before, the young orderly would take an extended route to the rainbow room; from his quarters past her office on the other side of the building, and then to his final destination. He never stopped to strike up a conversation with her, but he would smile so sweetly at her that the tips of her ears would turn crimson and an involuntary beam of a smile would be sent his way.
Despite her earlier decision to not let her feelings get in the way of Peter’s treatment, his sudden withdrawal tugs painfully at her insides. She wonders if it’s somehow her fault that he has begun to distance himself, if unbeknownst to herself she pushed him away. Perhaps she completely misread this between them, whatever this is, and it is all in her head. She can’t decide which is worse.
An even greater fear settles like a heavy stone at the base of her stomach. Could it be that he uncovered the skeletons in her closet, that he has learned who she really is? A misplaced sense of guilt wraps itself around her like a wet blanket that she can’t seem to shake off. Yes, she lies to him, but only for his own best interest.
In the years between Henry’s initial captivity and her arrival, Martin Brenner has attempted to help his captive in the best way he saw fit, capitulating Henry to half-assed attempts of healing his disturbed mind. If her time spent at university has taught her anything, it’s that psychological treatment never helps unless the patient wants to get better. When Dr. Brenner’s efforts inevitably proved to be futile, 001 was once again submitted to electroshock therapy to keep him docile. The pediatrician thinks highly of Dr. Brenner’s accomplishments, but why he still uses these barbaric tactics that have been sworn off by most doctors is beyond her.
It wasn’t long after Brenner’s failed attempts that the boy once named Henry Creel was now a man, going by the name of Peter Ballard. At an attempt to keep the young man busy and distracted, he got instated as an orderly, his sole job looking after the copies Brenner created. When his behavior wasn’t in tune with the rules the white haired man set for him, electroshock therapy would be used to keep him in line.
And then she came along. Since Henry has mostly been under her care, and Dr. Brenner has been promoted to overseer, electroshock therapy hasn’t been part of Henry’s treatment anymore for the past 6 months. If the blond man has questioned this drastic change in his daily life, he must’ve, she scolds herself, he doesn’t let it show.
Reminded of the positive change she has already made for Henry, her resolve strengthens. The pediatrician would not let him shut her out so easily.
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“Peter,” Her voice bounces around the empty kitchen shrilly, even to her own ears. Just as she suspected, Peter is up bright and early, hours before his shift begins.
When he turns around to face her, his expression remains neutral, seemingy unsurprised by her out of place presence. She can’t decide if his indifference bothers her or not.
“Hello,” he politely greets her. “You’re here quite early.”
“Yes,” she audibly swallows, anxiety rising in her chest. Now that she is here, there is so much she wants to say to him that she threatens to burst at the seams. Instead, the words that leave her mouth sound foreign and distant. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“We’re talking,” he replies, the tone of his voice so flat it is hard for her to figure out what he is thinking. His long frame is propped up against the countertop, arms crossed over his chest. He seems quite relaxed, the exact opposite of how she feels.
“Yes,” she dumbly repeats herself. God, why does he insist on making this so difficult for her? Wondering how she is supposed to convey her emotional distress without sounding like a love struck teenager, a deep sigh wrestles it’s way out of her chest.
The sea of space between the two of them shrinks as the pediatrician takes a step towards him, distancing herself from the white door behind her.
“How have you been?” Deciding to refrain from an approach that may make him feel cornered, she settles for a neutral question.
“I’ve been well, doctor. How about yourself?” His counter-question is a simple one, one occurring out of simple politeness and good manners.
Instead of offering him an equally polite reply, she shoots another question at him.
“Then… Are you angry with me, Peter?”
“Angry?” This time, it is his turn to repeat her words back to her. To her surprise, his expression shifts from confused to amused and a cold laugh follows soon after.
“What could you have possibly done to upset me?” He says once his laughter has seized. Though the words falling from his mouth could be considered sweet in another situation, they are now tainted with a stinging venom.
“I…” her words rarely fail her, but now they seem frozen cold on her tongue. What power does this man hold over her? “I don’t know. You’ve been distant.”
The aftertaste of her accusation feels bitter, but Peter hardly seems to notice as his slender body moves towards the kitchenette at the rightside of the room, creating more space between them.
“Mmh. Is that so?”
Fucking fuck. His lackluster replies are responsible for the boiling within her veins, so she draws a breath to try and calm herself down.
“I thought we were…” something. More than… “Friends. What changed?”
“We are not friends,” Peter says, as he turns to her. Her blood runs cold. Does he know?
“We’re just colleagues. We share passion for our shared field of work, but we are not friends,” both the tone of voice as well as his face are so calm and indifferent, but his words slash angrily at her. The pediatrician tries to keep her cool while his statement gives her a whiplash.
“But you have been so kind to me,” she cannot stand the sound of her own voice, overcome by chagrin. She isn’t like this, this is not who she is.
“Don’t take it personally, doctor. I simply prefer to keep my personal life separated from my work and vice versa,” he says, his face a blank canvas, even upon seeing her own.
A blatant lie. The man who is the sole reason for her presence at Hawkin’s laboratory is lying right to her face and there is nothing she can say about it without exposing herself.
“Right,” is all she manages, unspoken words clawing at the base of her throat, begging to be released.
His cerulean eyes search her face, but even if he finds whatever he is looking for, he does not comment on it.
“Don’t make it a bigger deal than it actually is,” he concludes, cold and stern. He doesn’t spare her a second glance before leaving her behind in the empty kitchen.
And so, Peter sticks to the promise he made himself; no distractions, no matter how lovely they may seem. So why does leaving her behind to lick her wounds over his words pain him, too?
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theshatteredrose · 10 months
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Nugatory: The Secret War (Chapter 18) - Disgaea 5 Fanfiction
AN: Managed to get this chapter done in spite of having 30-something needles in my head and Etrian Odyssey Origins coming out on pretty much the same day. Will I succeed the next week? We’ll have to wait and see. Hope you enjoy reading~
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Chapter 18:
Samuel drew in a shaky breath as he looked at his surroundings. Everyone was running about, shouting toward each other, issuing commands and orders, trying to figure out what to do about their latest predicament.
About the Wrestler, Overlord Brutus, who had stormed the Pocket Netherworld demanding to battle the leader of the Rebel Army.
Wanting to fight Killia.
As Samuel stood there, watching their worried faces, he wondered; had they noticed his unusual aura, too? Or were they simply in shock as to how and why he had barged his way into their Pocket Netherworld?
The details did not matter at the moment. Samuel had to get the guy out of the Pocket Netherworld. The Netherworld would not be able to handle the power that he wielded. And Killia…not in his condition.
No one knew what to expect. Samuel did.
It was up to him. And him alone.
Samuel looked to his right, his gaze immediately falling upon the Prinny that oversaw the dimensional gate. Perfect. He would need his help to get Brutus out and away from everyone.
He rushed over to him, knelt in front of him and slapped his hands on either side of Prinny’s face in order to make him focus in on him. “Prinny, listen closely; I need you to open the portal to a deserted netherworld. I don’t care where, just a place where damage can be limited.”
“F-for him, dood?”
“Yes.”
“B-but how are we getting him through the portal, dood?”
“I’m going to drag him through.”
Prinny began to freak out, like Samuel anticipated. “By yourself, dood?!”
“Yes.” Samuel increased the pressure on his head slightly in order to make him re-focus. “Six minutes. I need you to close the portal behind us for at least six minutes. I need you to understand this, Prinny. Do not open this portal before six minutes. Do you understand?”
Though teary-eyed and very uncertain, Prinny saw that Samuel was indeed very serious, as was their situation. “Y-yes, dood.”
“Good.” Samuel dropped his hands to his sides and stood up. “Now, get ready. I’m going to be reckless. But we need to get this guy out of the Pocket Netherworld at all costs.”
First, he needed his axe. A weapon. It wouldn’t do much good against a fully enhanced enemy, but it was better than nothing. The chain attacked to the axe would be useful in dragging Brutus through the portal if nothing else.
He spied his axe resting against the bottom step, he having left it there in case he needed to scoop it up in a rush for their next mission. He didn’t have any more time to waste. Others were attempting to face Brutus in battle. And they were being thrown back without any effort on Brutus’s part.
Samuel darted forward, snatched up his axe and bolted up the stairs. He briefly registered the sound of someone calling his name but pushed it aside. He had to focus.
Because of the Seedling, Brutus didn’t have the same vulnerabilities that the average demon or Overlord had. Pain receptors have been cut off. He felt nothing but sadistic pleasure and his own superiority.
The body, however, still had the weaknesses.
Strike the knee, knock him off balance. Press the chain against his throat to cut off breathing, pull his head back. Plant his foot against his back to throw him further off balance. Use the momentum to drag him toward the portal. To ensure that he could not return, he would keep him busy.
Brutus had been enhanced before he barged into the Pocket Netherworld. Samuel only needed to keep him busy for a few more minutes.
Just a couple of minutes. Surely, he could manage that.
No, he would. For everyone’s sake.
For Killia’s sake.
“Now, Prinny!”
“R-right, dood!”
The flash of blue of the dimensional portal brought him a small sense of comfort.
Especially when the portal closed behind them.
Good.
His relief didn’t last for long, however.
Twisting his body at an unnatural angle, Brutus reached up and grabbed him around the waist, his unfathomably large hand encompassing his waist entirely. His grip was steely, stealing the air from Samuel’s lungs with a strangled gasp. He then turned, pivoting on his heel and threw him over his head, sending him effortlessly through the air.
Samuel hit the ground with his shoulder first, causing him to roll, and to somehow end up on his feet. He skidded across the dirt, kicking up dust and small pieces of debris. He somehow managed to remain on his feet, until he finally came to a stop where he finally collapsed to his knees, wheezing after having the wind knocked out of him.
Through it all, he somehow managed to hang onto his axe. The chain wrapped around his wrist helped immensely.
“Aha-ahaha, so you’re going to fight me by yourself?!” Brutus cackled gleefully. “A willing sacrificial lamb, are you? Not going to do any good, not when I’m enhanced like this.”
Enhanced…?
O-only those from Nugatory would refer to those infected with Seedlings as ‘enhanced’.
“Who was it?” Samuel demanded as he pushed himself onto his legs shakily. “Who gave that Seedling?”
Brutus tilted his head to the side. “Hm? Seedling?”
Well, he clearly had not been told its name, had he?
“The object in the shape of a traditional seedling, but gold in colour. With the mark of a sun with a water droplet etched onto the side. That one.”
Brutus faltered, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. His hesitation did not last long, however, as he threw his head back on a guttural laugh. “Yeah, so what? Power is everything in the Netherverse! So what if I got a little bit of an enhancement?”
“That ‘enhancement’ kills in six minutes,” Samuel retorted. “You can’t power through it. It will kill you. Brutally. Painfully.”
Brutus continued to laugh. Not believing him. Not even for a second.
“Whatever you say, pretty boy!”
Samuel knew he wouldn’t listen. They rarely do. Seedlings offer a sense of euphoria to hide their toxicity. Their victims have no idea that their bodies are being eaten away slowly. Their nerves, their fibres, their very essences being taken over by the spiralling, twisting roots and vines of the Seedlings. Eating them from the inside out.
They had no idea.
Not until the sixth minute.
But before the sixth minute, there was still a chance. A chance.
Brutus’s time was running out.
“Who gave it to you?” Samuel asked again.
“I don’t want to tell you!” Brutus retorted as his face twisted into a delirious grin. “You’re in no position to be making demands of me, pretty boy.”
Brutus sprung forward, his hands in front of him, his fingers twisted and gnarled.
Samuel lifted his axe in front of him in a defensive stance as he instinctively uttered a Mega Ice spell, hoping to use the large pillar of ice as a barrier or deterrent.
Neither happened as Brutus smashed his hand right through the ice, his clawed hand aiming right for Samuel’s face. He leaned back and to the left, dodging Brutus’s fingernail by the skin of his teeth.
He kept his momentum of leaning to the left, uttering another Mega Ice spell toward Brutus, manifesting several sharp, towering pillars of ice from the ground. In-between him and Brutus. A desperate attempt to put some kind of barrier between them.
But Brutus just used Purgatory Palm through them all.
In a last ditched attempt to protect him, Samuel raised his axe in front of his chest, just as Brutus’s palm slammed into the blade – shattering it. And sending him flying backwards several feet, and off a small embankment.
Samuel landed hard on his back, the broken remnants of his axe splintering in several directions.
The ice pillars softened the impact of the punch, but it still hurt like hell.
It…wasn’t surprising that Brutus was so strong and resilient. Seedlings were said to grant the power, or at least the feeling of ten-thousand demons.
C-calm down. He didn’t need to win the battle. Just…just prolong it. That was all he could hope for. Prolong the battle. Until the undulating veins on Brutus’s chest turned pitch black, signalling his core had been rotted through. That the Seedling had transformed…into a Snap Draingon.
And that Brutus’s very core was destroyed.
Brutus suddenly jumped down from the ledge and landed on Samuel’s right forearm.
A scream ripped itself from Samuel’s throat as his back arched up from the ground. He knew immediately that his arm had been broken. He didn’t need to look at it to know that it was broken. Not from the way that Brutus threw his head back with a laugh.
Brutus reached down and grabbed Samuel by his unbroken arm, gripping him tightly by the wrist. He lifted him up off the ground, holding him aloft in the air and in front of him. Samuel peeled open an eye and found himself staring directly at Brutus’s chest.
The veins on his chest were deepening and spreading. Pulsating deeply, quickly. His time was running out. Not much longer now.
Only seconds, if he was right.
“You’re dying,” Samuel murmured through gritted teeth. “Can’t you feel it?”
Brutus scoffed. “You’re repeating yourself, pretty boy. Got anything else?”
“…Twenty seconds.”
“What?”
“Nineteen seconds.”
Brutus frowned. “Alright, pretty boy, fun’s over.”
He then tightened his grip on Samuel’s arm, causing him to grimace and to squeeze his eyes shut. Was he about to break his other arm, too?
…About sixteen seconds left.
A low, guttural growl was heard and the grip on Samuel’s arm was suddenly relinquished. He felt himself falling, but instead of crumbling to the hard, rocky ground of whatever Netherworld Prinny had sent them to, a pair of arms that were oddly familiar caught him. And he was pulled against a chest that comforting.
Despite the pain in his arm, Samuel snapped his head up. And found himself staring into a pair of honey golden eyes.
Killia?
What? What was he doing? He should be resting in the hospital!
Prinny must have opened the portal sooner than he had told him to. Hah…Killia must have convinced him to. The chaos of Brutus’s entrance must have awoken him.
“There you are!” Brutus crooned loudly as he held his jaw. “About time the leader of the Rebel Army showed up! Nice Rising Domination. Let’s see if you can do it again!”
Killia’s eyes darted in Brutus’s direction and promptly narrowed.
Frantic, Samuel reached up to touch the side of Killia’s face, causing him to immediately look toward him again. “Killia, wait. It’s ok. You don’t have to fight him. He’s going to die soon.”
Brutus scoffed loudly. “You keep saying that, and yet; here I am. Alive and kic-”
Brutus’s eyes abruptly widened, his words cutting off in his throat. His body suddenly became tense, rigid. Like a stone statue. The veins on his chest were completely black. And had stopped moving.
“Six minutes,” Samuel murmured. “Time’s up.”
“What’s going on?” Killia asked, confusion evident in his voice.
Samuel sighed. But before he could answer, Brutus suddenly fell to his knees and threw his head back on a guttural, primal scream. An ear-piercing, heart-wrenching shriek of pain. He clawed desperately, frantically at his chest, where the black veins were, as he collapsed onto his side. Twitching and writhing, shrieking and howling.
It was too late to help him.
Far too late.
A Seedling had claimed another victim.
Samuel could only gaze upon him with the utmost pity. “Killia, please put me down. I need to fulfil my duty.”
“D-duty?”
He…couldn’t exactly keep it a secret. Not with how Brutus busted his way into the Pocket Netherworld, announcing himself and looking for a fight. And he especially could not explain what was about to happen next. It would be too cruel.
“I’ll explain everything later, I promise. My memories…they’re not false, after all.” Oh, how he wished they were. “Though, I wish you weren’t here to witness this.”
Though clearly reluctant, Killia carefully placed Samuel back on his feet. “Witness what?”
“His death. He’s being destroyed, from the inside out. It’s an agonising death. No one…deserves that.”
Samuel offered Killia a small, sad smile as he slowly pushed himself out of his arms, a measure that was surprisingly difficult. He clutched his injured arm as he staggered over to Brutus, pausing in his steps as the unknown overlord continued to writhe on the ground.
“I’m…burning from the inside out!” he shrieked.
There was no blood. No tears. There was nothing left in his. Soon, he would cease all movement.
“Wh-what’s with those screams?
“I’ve never heard anything like it. They’re…they’re cries of pure agony.”
The others? Samuel inwardly sighed. He especially wished they weren’t to witness the brutal death of a Seedling’s victim. But he couldn’t tell them to leave. Not now. They wouldn’t listen.
“H-help me, I'm dying!”
“I know,” Samuel murmured as he descended to his knees. “And there is nothing I can do for you. It's too late. I'm sorry. This is all I can do for you. All I can do is stay with you as death takes you. I won't let you go through this alone. No one deserves to endure this alone.”
Brutus’s body gave one last lurch, one last death throe, before he slumped to the ground, his eyes, beady and empty but wide with fear staring up at him.
Samuel shuffled forward on his knees and leaned over Brutus, reaching out with his good hand to take a hold of his hand. “Can you hear my voice? Please, concentrate on it. And know…know that you're not alone. The pain will pass soon. I know. This…is all I can do for you now. I can only promise that your name will live in my memories.”
“I-It…hurts…”
It hurts so much that screaming was no longer an option. Only silent agony.
“Tell me your name again, please,” Samuel pleaded as he pressed Brutus’s hand against his chest. “Concentrate on your name. So, that you can live on through my memories.”
“…Brutus…”
“Brutus?”
“O…Overlord Brutus…”
“Your Netherworld?”
“N…N…”
Samuel sighed. The pain was too much. The Seedling was breaking through.
“It’ll pass soon, Brutus,” Samuel soothed. “The pain will stop. Just a bit more.”
Brutus’s body was beginning to crumble away. The Seedling was about to sprout.
“Goodbye, Brutus. Sleep well.”
Brutus released a shuttering breath. “…thank you…”
He never inhaled again.
Samuel lowered Brutus’s hand to the ground. And sprung back just as his body disintegrated, the ashes of his body forming into a twisting, gnarling thorned plant.
A Snap Draingon.
Three legged appendages allowed it to scurry across the ground, two whip-like arms allowed it to latch onto victims and to attack. And it’s enormous, bulbous head was in the shape of dragon, allowing it to spit out blinding acid attacks.
More importantly, it was a parasite; it drained power and energy from anything and everything it could latch on to. Including Netherworlds.
The Snap Draingon whipped its head in his direction before it unexpectedly made an attempt to scurry away. Which was indeed a surprise. They usually rushed in, headfirst, and attacked anyone close by. Looking for food. Energy. Anyone and anything to devour.
Samuel quickly summoned several towering ice pillars, trapping the Snap Draingon in a tight corner. “I don’t know how you escaped Nugatory, but I assure you; you won’t escape here.”
The Snap Draingon whirled around to face him, gnashing its mouth at him in primal rage. There was little to no intelligence to Snap Draingon. All they knew was to attack and drain their victims of energy, thus their food. No reasoning to be had. Just primal instinct.
They just needed to be destroyed.
The Snap Draingon opened it mouth, and screamed; “H-help me, I'm dying!”
“That’s-!” Killia spluttered in surprise from somewhere behind Samuel.
Yeah, that was Brutus’s voice. A rather disturbing feature of a Snap Draingon; taking on the voice and characteristics of its previous victim. Most troubling of all was when it screamed in their voice. Over and over again.
It was a way to lure in prey. To place doubt and uncertainty in the minds of others.
“It…hurts,” the Snap Draingon continued to manipulate. “H-help me, I'm dying!”
Samuel shook his head and raised his left hand, manifesting a magic circle. “Use his voice all you want; it won’t affect me.”
Mega Fire. Burn that horrid Snap Draingon to ash and put Brutus’s memory at ease.
The Snap Draingon flailed through the flames and screamed in Brutus’s voice. It thrashed violently at the ice pillars, shattering them with its whip-like vines. Withering, it suddenly spun around and lurched toward Samuel, slamming its plant appendages into the ground one after the other in a menacing and desperate attempt to make its way to Samuel. To get to him. To attack him.
He gritted his teeth and concentrated on increasing the power of his Mega Flame.
It finally came to a stop, inches away from his feet.
And Samuel breathed a sigh of relief.
If he wasn’t so tired, if he wasn’t in such pain, he could have defeated the Snap Draingon a lot easier. And sooner, but that was neither here nor there. It was dead. That was the main part.
Samuel’s knees suddenly buckled as he crumbled toward the ground.
Only, he never made it to the dirty, dusty ground. A pair of arms encircled him and he immediately knew that it was Killia who caught him yet again. And he allowed himself to sink into Killia’s arms.
He just…wished he knew who gave Brutus the Seedling that ultimately killed him.
And why…
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Chapter 2 Marriages Exempt from the License Requirement
Article 34. No license shall be necessary for the marriage of a man and a woman who have lived together as husband and wife for at least five years and without any legal impediment to marry each other. The contracting parties shall state the foregoing facts in an affidavit before any person authorized by law to administer oaths. The solemnizing officer shall also state under oath that he ascertained the qualifications of the contracting parties and found no legal impediment to the marriage.
Santiago v People
 Facts:
Leonila G. Santiago and Nicanor F. Santos were the subject of an information for bigamy four months after their wedding ceremony on July 29, 1997.
While her alleged husband avoided the legal action, the petitioner entered a "not guilty" plea.
The prosecution presented proof that Santos, who had been wed to Estela Galang since June 2, 1974, had proposed to petitioner.
Despite the advice from her in-laws and brother-in-law that she should pick a partner who was "without responsibility" if she wished to remarry, the petitioner, a widow at the age of 43, wed Santos on July 29, 1997.
The petitioner claimed that because she had been under the impression that Santos had committed the crime of bigamy, she could not be listed as an accused party.
 Issue:
Whether or not Leonila’s marriage to Arsenio is void ab initio due to the absence of a marriage license
 Held:
The Certificate of Marriage, signed by Santos and Santiago, contained the misrepresentation perpetrated by them that they were eligible to contract marriage without a license. We thus face an anomalous situation wherein petitioner seeks to be acquitted of bigamy based on her illegal actions of (1) marrying Santos without a marriage license despite knowing that they had not satisfied the cohabitation requirement under the law; and (2) falsely making claims in no less than her marriage contract.
We chastise this deceptive scheme that hides what is basically a bigamous and illicit marriage in an effort to escape criminal prosecution. Our penal laws on marriage, such as bigamy, punish an individual’s deliberate disregard of the permanent and sacrosanct character of this special bond between spouses. [38] In Tenebro v. Court of Appeals, we had the occasion to emphasize that the State’s penal laws on bigamy should not be rendered nugatory by allowing individuals “to deliberately ensure that each marital contract be flawed in some manner, and to thus escape the consequences of contracting multiple marriages, while beguiling throngs of hapless women with the promise of futurity and commitment.”
Thus, in the case at bar, we cannot countenance petitioner’s illegal acts of feigning a marriage and, in the same breath, adjudge her innocent of the crime. For us, to do so would only make a mockery of the sanctity of marriage. [40] Furthermore, it is a basic concept of justice that no court will “lend its aid to x x x one who has consciously and voluntarily become a party to an illegal act upon which the cause of action is founded.” If the cause of action appears to arise ex turpi causa or that which involves a transgression of positive law, parties shall be left unassisted by the courts. As a result, litigants shall be denied relief on the ground that their conduct has been inequitable, unfair and dishonest or fraudulent, or deceitful as to the controversy in issue.
Here, the cause of action of petitioner, meaning her affirmative defense in this criminal case of bigamy, is that her marriage with Santos was void for having been secured without a marriage license. But as elucidated earlier, they themselves perpetrated a false Certificate of Marriage by misrepresenting that they were exempted from the license requirement based on their fabricated claim that they had already cohabited as husband and wife for at least five years prior their marriage. In violation of our law against illegal marriages, petitioner married Santos while knowing fully well that they had not yet complied with the five-year cohabitation requirement under Article 34 of the Family Code. Consequently, it will be the height of absurdity for this Court to allow petitioner to use her illegal act to escape criminal conviction.
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hey are you going to do a follow-up drabble of nugatory, when jimin and oc overcome the bArriERs :(
Hi, anon! I'm terribly sorry for the late response, I somehow missed this sjsdldldk😭 thank you so much for dropping by, and thank you for reading the fic! I really appreciate it! ❤️🥺
To answer your question: I actually happen to have a few ideas about it! I'm currently working on three fics at the same time, though, so it might be a while until I can flesh it out properly. But I'm definitely not saying no, because I do really wanna! I love the oc's complicated mindset and confused feelings cause she doesn't want anyone but she wants Jimin, so I really really really wanna expand on it. Aaaaand now I'm ranting. Smh.
Tl;dr - probably yes 🥺
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ao3feed-danganronpa · 6 years
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I Miss Longing for the Dull Blue Sky Days
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by nugatories
this is the kind of thing you'd have to read for english class and then look into far more than you should have to and then write an essay about it. short and not-so-sweet. filled to the brim with references, themes, and underlying messages!! hope you enjoy!!
Words: 1004, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Super Dangan Ronpa 2
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Sonia Nevermind, Togami Byakuya, Fukawa Touko
Relationships: Sonia Nevermind/Togami Byakuya
Additional Tags: Ballroom Dancing, Adultery, Religion
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For without Mary, God's entrance into history would not achieve its intended purpose. That is, the very thing that matters most in the Creed would be left unrealized - God's being a God with us, and not only a God in and for himself. Thus, the woman who called herself lowly, that is, nameless (Lk 1:48*), stands at the core of the profession of faith in the living God, and it is impossible to imagine without her. She is an indispensable, central component of our faith in the living, acting God. The Word becomes flesh - the eternal Meaning grounding the universe [Sinngrund der Welt] enters into her. He does not merely regard her from the outside; he becomes himself an actor in her. It needed the Virgin for this to be possible, that is, her embodied existence [Leib], her very self, as the place of God's dwelling in the world. The Incarnation required consenting acceptance.
Pope Benedict XVI, “Et Incarnatus Est de Spiritu Sancto Ex Maria Virgine” in Mary: The Church at the Source by Pope Benedict XVI and Hans Urs von Balthasar (Ignatius, 2005), p. 83.
*“See on this point F. Mußner, Maria, die mutter Jesu im Nuen Testament (St. Ottilien, 1993), 45f: “ταπεινός means nugatory, trivial, paltry, insignificant.... ‘From now on’ all that will be completely different: Mary will cease to be an unnoticed, ‘anonymous’ girl; rather, her name will... have meaning for all generations to come.”
In the Vulgate, “ταπεινός” [tapeinos] is “humilitatem,” which is, among other things, “lowness, lack of stature, lowliness, insignificance, humility, subservience.”
Mary recognizes her creatureliness before the living God. Here at the beginning of the New Covenant, she anticipates the cruciformity of divine leadership: “he who is least among you all is the one who is great” (Lk 9:45); “he who humbles himself will be exalted” (Lk 14:11). 
“Subservience,” related to the adjective “obsequiosus,” is “obedience, allegiance.” Mary, self-described as a “nameless servant,” has given herself fully and without reserve to the work of the Lord, so that it his His glory burns within her - and in Him she is named with love. She loves for the sake of love, with no thought for “what’s in it for her.” She embodies Paul’s declaration: “It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.” 
Mary sees in the wholly unlooked-for divine condescension of being asked to bear the Son of God a particular and prophetic mercy: “And his mercy is on those who fear him from generation to generation” (Lk 1:50) In fact, Mary’s entire Magnificat is an overview of the Father’s just and merciful reign over Israel, and, point for point, an explication of how He has acted in her particular life. Mary, the New Eve, ekklesia in person from the very beginning, finds joy in obedience to the Divine will. She said “yes” to the Lord with joy and without hesitation, even though she didn’t understand. “And my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has regarded the low estate of his handmaiden. For behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed; for he who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is his name.” 
How Mary lived out obedience in joy and leadership through service - which might be two ways of phrasing the same thing, or two sides of the same coin - must be our starting point for understanding these powerful, and terrifying, virtues in our own lives.
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spicynbachili1 · 5 years
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The key to building on the Spurs win
Coming off one other uncommon, feel-good win, what should the Phoenix Suns do to really construct on this momentum transferring ahead?
The Phoenix Suns have been right here twice earlier than this season. Not simply within the win column, however in a broader sense, coming off the sort of eye-opening, feel-good efficiency that nice groups construct on.
The Suns, nonetheless, should not an important staff. They’re not even an excellent one. Their first two wins of the 2018-19 season had been adopted up with seven straight losses by a median deficit of 19.zero factors, after which 4 consecutive defeats by a median margin of 15.5 factors.
It’s solely pure to surprise what sort of effort Phoenix will put forth following its third win of the season in opposition to the San Antonio Spurs Wednesday night time, particularly with the following opponent being an Oklahoma Metropolis Thunder staff that’s already soundly crushed the Suns twice this season.
In opposition to the Spurs, the Suns noticed promising indicators from just about everybody. Deandre Ayton was aggressive offensively and energetic defensively, ending with 17 factors, 10 rebounds and one soul-crushing dunk over Davis Bertans:
Devin Booker struggled together with his shot (5-for-14), dedicated method too many turnovers (seven) and nonetheless doesn’t seem like his healthiest self, however with the Spurs’ defensive recreation plan centered on stopping him, he was in a position to dole out a career-high 12 assists.
Isaiah Canaan poured in 19 factors on 5-of-5 taking pictures from deep. T.J. Warren as soon as once more regarded like Phoenix’s most potent scorer, dropping 27 factors on 10-of-17 taking pictures. Josh Jackson performed aggressive however composed, and although he was up-and-down defensively, he was letting the sport come to him for the primary time all season.
Jamal Crawford put up 10 factors in an important third quarter stretch that helped the Suns maintain San Antonio at bay when their 17-point halftime lead was minimize to a one-possession recreation.
The listing of positives goes on and on, very similar to it did within the Suns’ first win once they made 19 Three-pointers as a staff, Booker dropped 19 fourth quarter factors, and Ayton, Jackson, Warren and Trevor Ariza all performed terrific, or of their second win when Booker’s game-winner lifted them over a high quality Memphis Grizzlies staff.
Sadly, after each of these promising performances, the Suns responded with absolute duds of their subsequent contests. Video games entered rubbish time within the second quarter. Veterans regarded disinterested. Physique language was horrible and the ugly ultimate scores weren’t even indicative of how uncompetitive the Suns regarded.
After the Grizzlies win, head coach Igor Kokoskov and the remainder of the Suns iterated how necessary it was to lastly break via and get an excellent win in opposition to an excellent staff — the kind of win a rebuild can, nicely, construct upon.
That didn’t occur the final time. From there it was all downhill, with Kokoskov’s “can’t coach effort” mantra elevating eyebrows — very similar to the late collapse in opposition to the Boston Celtics did, very similar to the discrepancy over whether or not the plan was to deliberately foul down the stretch of that recreation did, and very similar to all these double-digit losses have.
So how do the Suns, who already discover themselves within the precarious place of needing to win video games so kids like Booker, Jackson and Ayton don’t develop up completely jaded with this franchise, truly construct on their greatest win of the season?
The reply is likely to be so simple as beginning a rookie.
Igor goes to have fairly the pickle when Ariza comes again if this degree of play continues.
— Kellan Olson (@KellanOlson) November 15, 2018
Certain, Booker embracing his internal James Harden would assist cowl up a few of the staff’s deficiencies at level guard. Yeah, Canaan by no means lacking from Three-point vary could be neat. Jackson enjoying inside himself, Warren capitalizing on all of the defensive consideration Booker attracts and Ayton enjoying just like the manchild he’s would all be useful too.
However none of these issues is assured to hold ahead to the following recreation. On the finish of the day, it would simply come all the way down to beginning the staff’s greatest wings, and proper now, Mikal Bridges appears like he belongs in that group.
The Booker/Ayton/Bridges trio performed 16 minutes collectively. The ultimate outcomes?
• 141.2 OffRtg • 85.7 DefRtg • +55.5 NetRtg
— Evan Sidery (@esidery) November 15, 2018
The 2-time NCAA champion didn’t mild up the field rating Wednesday night time, ending with an unassuming eight factors, two rebounds and one block in his first profession begin.
Nevertheless, the distinction in defensive focus was miles aside from what it’s been, particularly in the beginning of the sport when the Suns jumped out to 34-19 benefit within the first quarter. It was the sort of begin Phoenix hasn’t loved in any respect this 12 months, and although not all of that may be attributed to the rook, the distinction in effort was placing.
“I believe he brings stability,” Kokoskov stated. “He’s a sound man. That’s what we want. He’s going to make errors, we all know that. He’s a younger man. He follows the sport plan fairly stable. He performed for an excellent coach and superb staff, so in terms of the sport plan execution, we belief Mikal rather a lot.”
Plus/minus numbers for a person recreation could be deceptive, however on this case, it was completely becoming that Bridges’ +23 was second to solely T.J. Warren, the sport’s main scorer.
Trevor Ariza missed the Spurs recreation resulting from private causes (which Kokoskov assured everybody earlier than the sport was resulting from a household matter, and that there was no deeper story). Ryan Anderson performed seven minutes. Tyson Chandler, who was purchased out final week, rounds out the highest three veteran influences who had been presupposed to information these younger Suns, but right here they had been, beating the Spurs by 20 with none of them.
It’s not that Ariza, Anderson or Chandler had nothing to supply this staff, or that the locker room information being handed down was nugatory. However for a staff whose effort was being publicly questioned 10 video games into the 12 months, it’s time for Kokoskov to play the blokes who truly give a rattling, and for no matter purpose, that hasn’t included the skilled vets who needs to be setting that instance.
Meaning Richaun Holmes consuming Chandler’s minutes at backup heart. Meaning Josh Jackson getting some leeway on the nights the place his ardour for the sport could be correctly channeled. Meaning Ayton and Booker not giving up on performs defensively.
However most of all, it most likely means beginning Mikal Bridges on the Three transferring ahead, particularly if Ariza continues to play like he’s already bought a February buyout date circled on his calendar. If Ariza misses the staff’s subsequent recreation, Bridges could have one other likelihood to show he belongs within the beginning 5.
To not be a told-you-so man, however Mikal Bridges appears like a ready-to-go man.
Not massive #s however nice protection all night time. Breaks down not typically.
— Kevin Zimmerman (@KZimmermanAZ) November 15, 2018
This isn’t meant to hammer Ariza both; Bridges is simply actually good already. He can shoot the Three-ball, he’s sensible, he is aware of when to assault the rim and he’s a dedicated on-ball defender. He wants work and consistency like several rookie, however the way in which he performs, the way in which he’s locked in defensively and the way in which he visibly cares when he makes a mistake, he may turn into the precise kind of chief by instance this younger group wants.
Wednesday was just one high quality win, and we’ve seen this Three-11 staff slip again into horrendous habits after this similar kind of reassuring efficiency earlier than. To be completely trustworthy although, the Suns don’t want to set their sights on a playoff spot or another unrealistic objective.
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What they do want is to play the blokes who give a rattling and can scrap and compete — particularly if these guys are the younger ones that signify intrinsic items of the core transferring ahead.
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Nugatory/Minuscule
(also on ao3)
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The changes were so small, Miyuki almost didn’t notice them - the way he flicked his wrist, the curve of his arm, the pivot of his foot.
It was a better, more controlled pitch. Miyuki knew Sawamura was capable of it. He didn’t think he would get the hang of it so quickly, though. He felt like he should reward Sawamura somehow, but what did you get an idiot who lived and breathed baseball more than anything else?
“Just tell him he did a good job,” Kuramochi said when Miyuki asked what he thought. “It’s as simple as that.”
He was right, Miyuki supposed, but it didn’t feel like enough.
So he added little gestures to his congratulations - a pat on the back, a ruffle of the hair. Miyuki even helped tape Sawamura’s fingers when he got blisters from too much practice, Sawamura’s head resting on his shoulder as he nodded off, too tired to stay awake, but not tired enough to keep himself from mumbling about doing twenty more pitches.
They were insignificant things, really.
Or so Miyuki thought until Sawamura gave him a small kiss on the cheek the night before a practice match.
“F-for luck!” he shouted, face red, before sprinting away to his room.
The next day Sawamura had a perfect game - three consecutive strikeouts in every inning, his pitch hitting Miyuki’s glove no matter where Miyuki told him to put it.
Now that was something. It made Miyuki curious, so the night before the next game, when Sawamura kissed him again, Miyuki pulled him back before he could run off and gave Sawamura a kiss of his own.
“For luck,” he said.
Sawamura didn’t play in the game, but Miyuki could feel him vibrating with energy in the dugout clear from home plate. It made Miyuki’s hand itch with the need to catch Sawamura’s pitch, so later when Sawamura stomped up to him and said “Let’s practice!”, Miyuki didn’t hesitate to push him towards the bullpen.
After five perfect throws that left Miyuki’s hand tingling, he dropped his glove and marched over to Sawamura.
“Did I do something wr--”
Miyuki cut him off with a finger to his lips. He dragged it down to Sawamura’s chin and along his jaw, then he leaned forward and pushed their mouths together. He ran his tongue along Sawamura’s lips slowly and just as Sawamura pressed into the kiss, he pulled back.
“But I-I don’t--we d-don’t have a game tomorrow,” Sawamura stammered eventually, voice high-pitched.
“No, we don’t...Do you want me to stop?”
Sawamura shook his head and Miyuki smiled, kissed him again.
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Britain says Iran tried to dam its oil tanker
http://tinyurl.com/y5cgalfa Three Iranian vessels tried to dam the passage of a British ship via the Strait of Hormuz however withdrew after warnings from a British warship, the British authorities stated on Thursday. Britain urged the Iranian authorities to “de-escalate the state of affairs within the area”. “HMS Montrose was pressured to place herself between the Iranian vessels and British Heritage and difficulty verbal warnings to the Iranian vessels, which then turned away,” a British authorities spokesman stated in a press release. The oil tanker British Heritage is operated by BP underneath an Isle of Man flag, in accordance with transport information. Iranian International Minister Mohammad Javad Zarif dismissed the British report as “nugatory”, in accordance with the semi-official Fars information company. The incident got here virtually per week after British Royal Marines boarded an Iranian tanker, the Grace 1, off Gibraltar and seized it on suspicion that it was breaking EU sanctions by taking oil to Syria. KEY SHIPPING LANE Tensions within the Gulf have been rising over latest weeks as Iran started to maneuver away from the phrases of a nuclear accord it struck with world powers in 2015 in protest at renewed US sanctions, which have crippled exports of its key income earner – crude oil. The US withdrew from the pact final 12 months and reimposed and prolonged punitive sanctions on Iran, saying the unique pact didn’t curb Iran’s missile programmes or tackle US issues about its behaviour within the Center East. Final month, Iran shot down a US drone close to the Strait of Hormuz, a significant transport route linking Center East oil producers with markets in Asia, Europe, North America and past. US President Donald Trump aborted a retaliatory army strike, saying it might have killed 150 individuals, and signalled he was open to talks with Tehran with out preconditions. The 2 sides have continued to commerce barbs whereas saying they wish to keep away from conflict. The US hopes to enlist allies over the following two weeks or so in a army coalition to safeguard strategic waters off Iran and Yemen, Marine Basic Joseph Dunford, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Employees, stated on Tuesday Trump warned on Wednesday that US sanctions on Iran could be elevated “considerably” quickly, because the UN nuclear watchdog held an emergency assembly at Washington’s request to weigh Tehran’s breach of a nuclear deal. Get real-time alerts and all of the news in your cellphone with the all-new India At present app. Obtain from !function(f,b,e,v,n,t,s) {if(f.fbq)return;n=f.fbq=function(){n.callMethod? n.callMethod.apply(n,arguments):n.queue.push(arguments)}; if(!f._fbq)f._fbq=n;n.push=n;n.loaded=!0;n.version='2.0'; n.queue=[];t=b.createElement(e);t.async=!0; t.src=v;s=b.getElementsByTagName(e)[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(t,s)}(window,document,'script', 'https://connect.facebook.net/en_US/fbevents.js'); fbq('init', '605311446619075'); fbq('track', 'PageView'); fbq('track', 'ViewContent'); Source link
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Bitcoin Is Caught Beneath $7,000
Bitcoin (BTC) value has been going through stiff resistance from bears in making a sustainable rally above the $7000 mark over the past week. BTC value crossed the $7500 stage throughout Wednesday buying and selling earlier than plunging again to $6600 on Thursday; the coin trades round $6700 right now and the market pundits envisage BTC value to make additional value corrections.
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Although some analysts are correlating the bitcoin value motion to the U.S. inventory markets, there’s a large distinction between market fundamentals of each markets. U.S. inventory markets have been fumbling on commerce conflict between america and China and on rising rates of interest – which might have a long-standing impression on multinational corporations.
Bitcoin and the remainder of digital currencies are purely falling on declining dealer’s confidence in crypto markets, attributable to regulators crackdown and analysts issues over the honest worth.
London-based Capital Economics succinctly defined the distinction between cryptocurrency and the inventory market selloff. The agency stated, “We count on fairness markets to fall as buyers cotton on to the truth that rising U.S. rates of interest will gradual financial progress. However the principle issue driving down the value of bitcoin is prone to be a realization that it’s merely not a reputable long-run different to traditional currencies.”
Analysts Name Bitcoin ‘Nugatory’
Together with rebuffing the hyperlink between crypto and inventory markets, London-based Capital Economics additionally raised questions over the underlying worth of bitcoin. The agency calls bitcoin ‘nugatory’ and expects BTC value to fall considerably from its present stage.
It’s undoubtedly true that bitcoin doesn’t have any honest worth to assist its value on exchanges; the price of mining every coin stands under $1000 in some international locations – which relies upon primarily on electrical energy costs. Bitcoin gained substantial momentum final 12 months solely on speculations and the huge progress in buying and selling quantity from legal actions.
Analysis reviews revealed that legal actions accounted for half of the bitcoin’s buying and selling quantity in the course of the ultimate quarter of final 12 months. BTC value plunged greater than 45% within the first quarter after analysts began elevating questions on its underlying worth and anonymity function.
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2 tricks to make iOS Control Center less annoying
Apple launched Control Center in 2013 as part of iOS 7. It gives iPhone and iPad customers quick get admission to settings for aircraft mode, wifi, Bluetooth, display screen brightness among different things. But once in a while errant swipes inner apps and video games can release Control Center by accident — which can be demanding. If you go away your iPhone mendacity around pretty tons anybody consisting of children can get entry to Control Center out of your lock screen — which can be even extra disturbing.
But these annoyances are without difficulty remedied with a few brief adjustments. Go to Settings > Control Center. There you have got options: “Access on Lock Screen” and “Access Within Apps”.
Lock display screen
If you want to gain access to Control Center out of your lock display screen, leave “Access on Lock Screen” became on. But if you want to save you a person from gaining access to it out of your iPhone/iPad’s lock display screen turn this off.
For example, turning off lock display screen access will save you children from knowingly or unknowingly turning at the orientation lock or putting your iPhone/iPad into aircraft mode or putting a random alarm.
Within apps
If you hate having Control Center accidentally pop up while gambling a video game or the usage of apps, you may turn off “Access Within Apps”. The upside to that is that you may not see that black arrow poking up from the bottom of the display screen. The drawback is that this setting applies to all apps that mean that you may handiest have to get right to entry to Control Center from your own home display or lock display screen (except you disabled it).
Display RTF With Images on OSX and IOS Part 1
While it is clean to display text-simplest RTF on OSX and iOS – each NSTextView and UITextView will achieve this – if there are images embedded in the RTF both of the textual content visitors will forget about the pix in the formatted text.
While changing one in every of our applications to run on the OSX platform we had issues showing embedded pictures inside the database’s memo fields. The software program was originally written for Windows, which embeds pics without delay in RTF statistics using a percent keyword accompanied by diverse key phrases indicating the size of the picture, the dimensions of its goal rectangle on the record and the vertical and horizontal scale. More facts on those may be observed at Microsoft’s MSDN website online.
For example one of the images embedded in an RTF facts block reads;
pictwmetafile8picw4286pich2408picwgoal2430pichgoal1365
This decodes as;
Picture
WMF 8-bit document
Picture Width = 4286
Picture Height = 2048
Target Width= 2430
Target Height = 1365
The facts that follow the RTF header is ASCII Hex – this is every byte is written as 2 ASCII characters in the variety 0 -> F – and word statistics, in which it exists, is little-endian – the LSB (Least Significant Byte) is first, followed with the aid of the MSB (Most Significant Byte).
Looking at the first few bytes of the image records gives;
010009000003f85600000000de5600000000
This is part of the picture header and a short search of the Internet famous how to decode this;
The header is eighteen bytes in the period and is dependent as follows:
typedef struct _WindowsMetaHeader
WORD FileType; /* Type of metafile (1=reminiscence, 2=disk) */
WORD HeaderSize; /* Size of header in WORDS (continually nine) */
WORD Version; /* Version of Windows used */
DWORD FileSize; /* Total size of the information in WORDs */
WORD NumOfObjects; /* Number of gadgets in the statistics */
DWORD MaxRecordSize; /* The size of largest report in WORDs */
WORD NoParameters; /* Not Used (always 0) */
WMFHEAD;
FileType carries a cost which shows the vicinity of the metafile information. A price of one indicates that the metafile is stored in reminiscence, even as a 2 indicates that it is saved on disk.
HeaderSize includes the size of the metafile header in WORDs. This is usually 9.
Version shops the version quantity of Microsoft Windows that created the metafile. This value continually studies in hexadecimal format. For example, in a metafile created by means of Windows three.Zero, this object could have the cost 300h.
FileSize specifies the total length of the metafile in 16-bit WORDs.
NumOfObjects specifies the quantity of items which might be within the metafile.
MaxRecordSize specifies the size of the biggest record inside the metafile in WORDs.
NumOfParams isn’t used and is set to a price of zero.
There are lots more records on this image format at FileFormat’s website.
So we have evidence that the photograph facts embedded inside the RTF records have been stored in WMF format. This, lamentably, isn’t a local Mac layout so would require a few kind of conversion to display the picture. The subsequent aspect we need to discover is whether the image facts inside the embedded WMF records is a vector or bitmap photo.
The WMF format is largely a listing of commands for your computer’s snapshots card telling it a way to draw the photograph. In our case, we may be almost positive that the image facts is a bitmap as this is the way that our software saves embedded images in RTF memo fields. This is something we are able to take a look at with the aid of looking at the data information after the header;
Out of Control Yarn Stash
Not simplest do I actually have a yarn stash, but I have stash trash or trash. Bear with me as I resolve this phenomenon. Slash is my term for those little bits of yarn that simply don’t pretty make it to the trash. Invariably, as I entire a crochet venture, I actually have leftovers. These small, typically acrylic, balls and extraneous tidbits manipulate to build up through no fault of their own.
As they linger in my hand, I debate their fates. I dare no longer throw them away.
I reach for a clean-sided, zippered field (previously the home of recent sheets) wherein to imprison them. When the yarn “prison” receives complete, I make a striped hat with complementary hues. Sure, it might be treacherous yarn that rips up my palms or is not possible to paintings with. You know the kind. You exit and purchase something you idea looked lovely simplest to have it turn on you and emerge as your worst nightmare. The frugal person that you are, you can not throw it away. You stick it in a trash bucket and desire that a few day after you’ve got forgotten how merciless that yarn as soon as was, you may drag it out once more and give it a 2nd chance.
In the meantime, those nugatory jail balls (or yardbirds, in case you pick) turn on me and imprison me with their possibilities.
I launch a number of those rejects from their overcrowded, zipped up the prison and from them create hatbands and ornamental flowers, edgings and pom poms. These colorful lollygagging bits of fluff now tempt me in diverse ways, this is, as a possibility to spruce up my hats and different tasks. Now, instead of pooh-poohing small bits of yarn that I see as now not being worth of my time, I actively am seeking them out within the stays and used trash buckets of others. If I do not use all of them up, lower back they cross interior their clean lockup. Always searching for new creations and unable to relinquish the riffraff, I battle to finish off my stash and be free of its depraved, wicked recidivism.
How To Avoid Being That Annoying Passenger on a Flight
No remember what kind of flight you’re taking, how long your flight is or wherein airline you’re flying, there are positive styles of passengers who’re continually there to bother you. Or maybe you are that stressful individual for others. Be cautious and avoid being that annoying passenger on a flight.
Look at the individual in the back of you before reclining your seat:
If an airline has a reclining seat, use it however make certain you aren’t disturbing the man or woman sitting behind you. Look before you lie lower back to make sure you aren’t going to break the kneecap of the individual in the back of you. Put your seat up when the meals cart comes and depart it up until the flight attendants have taken away the meals tray.
Don’t consume aromatic meals:
You would possibly love the scent of your meals, however the different humans at the aircraft most probably do now not. Take some snacks, dry fruit or chocolates with you.
Don’t use the seats for balance:
As you stroll down the aisle don’t use the seat for balance rather, use the overhead compartments and slide your hand alongside it. Every time you clutch the corner of a seat you create an earthquake. You will recognise how demanding it’s miles if a person does the identical with you.
The Screaming Kids:
The screaming children spoil the reveal in for anybody. Malaysia airways now ban babies from its First-magnificence phase and a survey found that 70 percentage of British passengers need baby unfastened areas.So in case you are taking your child to a flight make certain your toddler isn’t always demanding every person, try and keep your infant busy. Entertain your youngster through displaying him different movies or his favorite caricature film.
Do introduce yourself for your seatmate:
We have heard humans whinge approximately the passenger subsequent to them who talks an excessive amount of. But it is right to exchange a few pleasantries with your seatmate on a flight. If your seatmate is fiddling along with his or her earphones, casually give up the communique.
Don’t stand in the aisle:
When looking ahead to the restroom do not stand in the aisle. We recognise you need to move, however hovering over a person sitting in an aisle seat would not make it any higher. Stay in your seat until there’s no line or until the man or woman in the front of you comes out. It would not appear now as frequently as it used to due to the fact airways have started out to police this themselves.
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How To Reduce Weight
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