#7-eleven mexico

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A 7-Eleven in Monterrey, Mexico has a large tree growing through it. During construction the store was committed to saving the tree and made it a part of the buildings design.

#7 eleven #tree #weirdcore #weird #mexico #monterrey

[arturski]

7.1 E L E V E N

#photography #photoshoot #aesthetic #art #streetphotography #night city #cityphotography #night cityphotography #urban photography #streetshot #street photography #7 eleven #80s #vaporwave #aestethic #street art #artemexicano #mexico #photoset #photooftheday #tumblr pics #picture #picoftheday

[apricitystudies]

favourite investigative/long-form journalism pieces

a collation of from previous reading lists! enjoy :)

bold = favourite. * = interactive.

red river women* (canada)

the race to build the world’s first sex robot

singapore’s tech-utopia dream is turning into a surveillance state nightmare

how 7-eleven is ripping off its workers* (australia)

the secretive prisons that keep migrants out of europe* (eu)

hunting the men who kill women: mexico’s femicide detective

dead white man’s clothes* (ghana)

inside racism hq: how home-grown neo-nazis are plotting a white revolution (australia)

the night raids* (usa/afghanistan)

how the us stitched up the honduras garment industry

behind the smiles at amazon*

the secret irs files (usa)

pandora papers: from temples to offshore trusts, a hunt for cambodia’s looted heritage leads to top museums

the barcelona lifeguards defying europe to save migrants on the open sea*

welcome to the monkey house (south korea/usa)

#studyblr #studyspo #student #studying #university #productivity #journalism #reading list #reading lists #myresources

[fandom]

Ships

Week Ending August 29th, 2022

Byler +1 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Steddie -1 Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Ronance Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Cockles Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Malex Michael Guerin & Alex Manes, Roswell, New Mexico

Jargyle +3 Argyle & Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things

Dreamling Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Adrienette -3 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Nandermo -5 Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do In The Shadows

Elmax -4 Eleven & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things

Lumax +3 Lucas Sinclair & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things

Lumity Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Destiel Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Daemon x Rhaenyra Daemon Targaryen & Rhaenyra Targaryen, House of the Dragon

Jegulus James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Hannigram +1 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Harringrove -10 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Wolfstar Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Blackbonnet -7 Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Rina Ricky Bowen & Gina Porter, High School Musical: The Musical: The Series

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last week.

#ships #08/29/2022 #malex #rosewell new mexico

[leopoldainter]

Watch this baby tank!

Help me!

He cut my dick off

By somebody on tv

Um question

What were you expecting because I'm looking st a proof that you call recorded, which is evidence that your stupid and that's what I care about

You know что I'm saying is true

So what's taking so long

BY: Rachel Madwoman

You don't get to do all of

Get closer

Say you did it cuz you were threatened

Simple lady ettiquet

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Vroooooooioiooooooooom..... ... ...... ..

Then the president boards airforce one with a piece of toilet paper stuck to his show

But you said you knew you had problems

I thought it was potatoes it's always been eggs and potatoes

In Canada we say meat and potatoes

THATS STILL NOT SAYING YES DAIRY

in Canada we have commercials

Then conclude:appeal to brevity

And now that you know that

More at eleven

it's mostly screaming ing white bitches

Vwraangoooooooooooooioi ...... ..... çdMilitia

Bats are 茶Beetles that is bal'all

..maybe on the Richter scale but not on Travoltas set

Then is the family dancing or rinsing,

No there poor after wards they kept making babies

But they'll let me say I have a pilot license

Listen, Johnny it's a package y'know

You can't say it's done cooking and not cook it

I'm giving it to you, and it said pre cooked on the wrapper

MICROWAVED!

is that why they keep selling us free seinfeld clips online?tumblr

NowLike wifi and large wide blades for hefty wheather that I'm no longer lying you can pig

yeah! I've been on Mexico City FC. kapeiv

Oh No! My wife dies in a car explosion

FORZA ITALIA!

Welcome here on 茶set

H..mmm.yeah from le miroir

Parfeydumungi

#Youtube

[phykios]

If I Were A Blackbird, part 7 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

He had barely even made it into the building before Paul called him. “Hello?”

“Hey kiddo,” he said. 

“Hey, Paul. You’re up kinda late.” It was eleven PM here in Mexico, midnight in New York. Paul was an early riser, even by early riser standards, and he was usually asleep by eight or nine. 

“Yes, well,” he hedged. “You know. Um, Percy, can I… can I ask you something?”

“Sure! What’s up?” The halls of the Village were bare and quiet, all the good little boys and girls of the Olympics already asleep in their beds.

Save, apparently, Hazel, who was waiting for him outside his door, who perked up when she saw him. “Percy!” she said, a frown on her face which usually meant something bad was up. “I’ve been waiting for you all night! You’re–”

“–eeing anybody lately?” Paul asked. Percy waved at Hazel, the universal symbol for “sorry, on a phone call,” even as he fumbled with his dorm key.  

“Sorry, what was that? I missed the first part of your question.” 

The lights were out in his room. From the light of the hallway, he could see Jason, curled up in his bed, sound asleep. Ah, right–the sprinting semi-finals were tomorrow. Turning back to Hazel, Percy put his fingers up to his lips, jerking his head at his roommate. 

But Hazel wasn’t deterred. “Did you know?” she whisper-hissed.

“Know what?”

“What was that?” 

Shit, his stepdad. “Sorry, sorry, Hazel is here, and she was asking me a question. Um, what are you saying?” 

“Percy,” said Paul. “Did you know you’re trending on my part of Twitter?”

Percy set down his wallet and keys on the counter. “What for? My race isn’t until next week.”

And then he paused. 

Paul was not an avid Twitter user. But when he did go on Twitter, it was for one of a few specific reasons: a birth, a marriage, a death, big life updates and gossip, that kind of thing. 

But only for a very few specific families. 

“Paul,” he said, calmly. “Why am I trending on your part of Twitter?”

“It’s not just my part,” he replied. “It’s all over.”

“You’re trending?” asked Hazel. 

“Who’s trending?” 

Percy turned. Frank Zhang, Canadian archer, was, for some reason, at his door. “Percy is,” Hazel said to him, her frown never wavering.

“Oh, cool. Nice one.” He paused. “Wait. You haven’t raced yet. Did you test positive or something?”

“Of course not!” It was Hazel, his sweet little Hazel, who sounded scandalized at the idea, like a good cousin and fellow sportsperson should be. “He’d never do that! He doesn’t need to.” 

Paul was still talking in his ear, and Percy was still not absorbing a word about it. “I had a number of my mutuals messaging me–” while Hazel was still very vigorously coming to his defense. 

He was thankful when Jason let out a particularly loud snore, because it caused everyone to pause. Even Paul. His snore was that fucking loud. 

Taking advantage of the silence, Percy pounced. “Back up. Start over. What are we talking about?”

“I just wish you had told me first,” said his stepdad, sounding genuinely crushed. “Though I do understand why if you wanted to keep it quiet–”

“Told you what?” asked Percy, louder than he meant to. Jason just rolled over, blissfully unaware. “Keep what quiet?”

Hazel shoved her phone under his nose. He caught a flash of blonde hair before the full picture came into focus: Annabeth, her eyes wide in panic, Percy, looking like a dumbfounded oaf, the two of them surrounded by a sea of cameras. The picture’s caption blurred before his eyes, ADHD sending the letters floating all across the screen. 

His phone beeped–he was getting a text message. Maybe it was…?

But no. When he pulled his phone away, he saw that the text was from Luke. Dude read the text bubble. You bagged a–

Paul’s voice was faint over the phone. “That your girlfriend was the–”

“Percy,” Hazel was saying, “did you know that girl was a–”

Jason snored again. 

He almost said a small prayer of thanks, because the sound shut everyone up, giving him time to breathe. Time to think. To read the words on Hazel’s phone, and think about Paul’s side of Twitter. 

And remember what had been called out to them as the cameras had blinded them both. 

“A princess,” he said. Annabeth Chase. The architect from New York, with a pretty laugh and a killer smile. Who was gorgeous, funny, smart, and… flexible. 

Annabeth Chase. 

Hazel, bless her, had some sort of dyslexia app on her phone. And so with a couple more breaths he was able to concentrate on the words in the article just a little bit more. 

Her Royal Highness Princess Annabeth, Duchess of Södermanland. 

That’s what the article Hazel shoved at him said. 

He scanned through it. Not really able to process everything, but picking up on the major bits. 

Swedish Princess. At the Olympics. Seen with a man in Mexico. Percy Jackson. 

The Princess of Sweden was seen kissing Percy Jackson. 

“Oh fuck,” Percy said. 

“I’m going to guess that means you didn’t know,” Hazel said at the same time as Paul said, “Did you not see the paparazzi?” 

Percy took another deep breath. And ignored Frank’s “Know what? What happened?” 

Hazel removed her phone from his face, presumably to show Frank. 

“I’m going to put you on speaker,” Percy said to Paul, “And then I’m going to puke.” 

Frank let out a low whistle. Presumably because he’d read the article about Percy’s little misadventure. 

Another snore from Jason. 

If only Percy could be that resistant to the outside world. 

“Who else is there?” Paul asked.

“Hi Paul.” Hazel chimed in. 

“Oh, Hazel, hi.” Paul was really great about not being weird about Percy’s paternal family. Which showed a healthy constitution, if you asked Percy. “Did you see Twitter?” 

“No, I have a google alert for Percy on my phone. TMZ already posted an article.”

“Wow,” Paul said, “That was fast.”  

Percy groaned. It was really really fast. Why would TMZ care? He wasn’t sure he even knew there were princesses of Sweden until about ten minutes ago. 

“Who are you talking to?” Frank whispered to Hazel, but it wasn’t that quiet.

“Who’s that?” Paul asked.

“Oh, um, that’s Frank, he’s an archer for team Canada,” Percy said. Then the man’s presence finally stuck in his brain. “Wait–what are you even doing here? No offense.”

“Oh, I was looking for…” And then he looked at Hazel, and quickly stopped talking. 

Despite himself, Percy huffed a quiet laugh. Frank was like 6’5, with the kind of arm and back muscles you expected from an Olympic archer. Hazel would eat him alive. Or dead. As the case might be. 

They always underestimated her. It was often fun to watch. 

And he would much much much rather think about Hazel’s budding relationship with a Canadian than his own situation. 

“Guys,” Percy said, sitting down on his bed, hard. “It’s late, and I… I don’t even know what to say about all of this.” 

“I’m sorry.” Hazel said, and Frank looked appropriately abashed. 

“Sorry, Perce,” came Paul’s voice over the speaker. “We’ll let you get to sleep. We need some, too.” 

“Thanks,” was all he said. 

“Of course,” Paul said. “I love you.” 

“Thanks, Paul,” Percy said. And he meant it. Paul’s love hadn’t always been a given from Percy’s perspective. But Paul had never hesitated with it. “I love you too. All of you at home.” 

“Hazel,” Paul then said. She perked up at the address. “Please give Percy the biggest hug possible before you leave him.” 

“I will,” she promised. 

And then he hung up with one more good night. 

Hazel was true to her word, and gave him a hug that, according to the clock on the nightstand, lasted two and a half minutes. It probably wasn’t long enough. 

When she was done, Frank looked like maybe he wanted to hug him too. But he held himself back. Which was a shame. They didn’t really know each other, but Frank looked like he gave great hugs. 

They left after that, closing the door behind them. And Percy deliberately left his phone on the bed while he got ready.

Then he curled up into the sheets, and closed his eyes.

The camera flashed in his vision.

Princess. 

Annabeth.

Princess. Annabeth.

Princess Annabeth.

Fuck. 

He reached back to grab his phone. And pulled up Google. 

Princess Annabeth pulled up several news reports that he was sure were about him, but the first link after that was her Wikipedia page. And so that was where he went, cheerfully avoiding any mention of himself. 

Princess Annabeth of Sweden, Duchess of Södermanland (Annabeth Sophia Frederica Ingrid; born 12 June 1993) is the eldest daughter of Prince Frederick of Sweden and his first wife Sophia Pallas. She is currently second in line for the Swedish throne. 

He swallowed. Second in line. That made her really close, right? He considered calling Paul back, just so he could understand, but held off, scrolling through the rest of the page. 

Her picture was one of her dressed in a dark orange suit, in front of a microphone, caught in the middle of some speech. Her hair was pulled back and her mouth set in a placid smile. He recognized her, but she looked so unlike the woman he had known. 

But then he didn’t know her, did he. Four dates? 

He shook his head, and decided he’d learn more. 

Born in Boston, like she said, while her father was getting his PhD at Harvard. Her mother had been a woman he’d met in Boston: Sophia Pallas. Which did sound as Greek as she had said before, though that wasn’t mentioned in the article. And Sophia Pallas’s name wasn’t a clickable link. Her parents had been married before her birth, it said, in a small, private ceremony after a hasty approval from the king and council, before her mother had died from complications. He frowned, a twinge of sadness running through his gut.

Poor Annabeth. But then, could you ever feel that way about a princess? She grew up in Sweden, then her father had remarried, and they’d spent a lot of time in the US while he pursued scholarship. Boston, Virginia, New York and San Francisco. She’d gone to Harvard like her father and uncle, and majored in Architecture and International Relations. Currently, she was working for a private company based in New York. 

It was all so like she’d told him. Except for everything else. Tours around Europe and Asia. Speaking before the EU and UN. Charity appearance after charity appearance after charity appearance.

And then, under the subheading “Succession:” King Randolph’s wife and two daughters, Crown Princess Emma and Princess Aubrey, were all killed in a boating accident in 1992. Since then, His younger brother, Prince Frederick, has been his heir presumptive. If King Randolph were to marry again, and have children, those children would replace his brother in the order of succession. However, over the past twenty-five years, King Randolph has repeatedly stated that he had no interest in doing so, and has acknowledged Frederick as his heir.  

Sweden became the first European country to adopt absolute primogeniture in 1980; therefore Princess Annabeth precedes her half-brothers Prince Robert and Prince Matthew in the line of succession. Should her father become King of Sweden, she will be the heir apparent and Crown Princess. If she ascends to the throne, she will be Sweden’s fifth Queen Regnant.

Well, that answered that question well enough. He’d fucked the future queen of Sweden. Not some minor princess, trading on a title for the old world glamor of it all, but a real life (almost) crown princess. 

Shit. He’d been playing, in the back of his head, with the idea of going to Sweden after the games were over, swept up in her descriptions, and maybe a little bit in the thought of seeing her again. But he wasn’t doing that now. The last thing he needed was to get charged with treason or whatever. 

Getting drawn and quartered didn’t sound like any fun. 

Well damn, he recognized the feeling then. He felt guilty. Guilty for sleeping with a princess, guilty for sleeping with a future queen. 

Which was stupid. She’d never once given any indication she hadn’t wanted it.

He’d slept with plenty of people before, and never felt bad about it. 

So why did he feel this way?

Fuck. He couldn’t just sit here and stew. Paul was probably asleep, and he didn’t want to call Hazel back. She should be asleep, but maybe she was doing something else that he didn’t want to think about. 

So he sent a text. 

You awake?

I am so happy you finally texted me back

Can we talk?Please?I know its late, and shit is weird

His phone rang. Jason did not wake up, so he didn’t feel bad about answering. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, kid.” Luke said, his smirk clearly and annoyingly evident in his voice. “Anything interesting happen to you lately?”

Percy groaned. “This is all your fault, you know.”

“Me? You were the one seen making out with a princess.”

“You’re the one who introduced us.” 

“Yeah, I saw that her Wikipedia page says she lives in New York. She the girl from the club?” 

Percy sighed. “Yep.”

“Nice.” Luke said, “I need to remember; next time I bring a girl back to my place, I get to tell her all about the time my baby cousin had Princess Annabeth over.”  

“I’m so glad my shame is going to help you score chicks.” He said with all the scathing judgment he could muster, laying in a twin bed in the dark. 

“What shame?” Luke sounded genuinely surprised. “Dude, you bagged a princess. That’s some classic shit. Very Perseus of you.” 

“I don’t think Perseus had to deal with paps. And I think Andromeda probably mentioned the whole princess thing to him beforehand.” 

“You didn’t know she was a princess?”

“Paul’s the royal watcher,” He reminded Luke. As though Luke would forget something he passively held against Paul, “Not me.” 

“Yeah, but she didn’t tell you?”

“She did not.” Percy said, “She even gave me a last name and it wasn’t…” He scrolled up to the wikipedia page to see the house listed under her photo: Ynglingar. “It was in English, nothing to do with… how do you even pronounce this?”

“Ynglinar,” Luke said, like it was easy. Because the bastard was all good at languages, while Percy could barely read English. 

“Well, that doesn’t sound anything like Chase,” Percy said, “which is the name she gave me.” 

“I see.” Luke said. “I mean, is it that big of a deal?”

“That I fucked the future queen of Sweden? More than once?”

“Oh, nice, I didn’t know if they interrupted the second time.” 

“They didn’t.” 

“Nicely done.”

“Luke,” he said, “please. I’m genuinely freaking out here.”

“Okay, okay.” He could almost see it happening in real time, Luke shifting from his douchebag persona to the decently brotherly figure he was underneath. “I’m sorry. How can I help?”

“I feel bad.” Percy said. “I feel bad about this, and I don’t know why.” He hadn’t done anything wrong. What was there to feel bad about?

Luke said after a pause, “Well, if I had to guess, it’s probably because you really liked her. Didn’t you.” 

“Of course.” Percy said, and then, he really thought about it. 

He had liked her–a lot. Not just in a ‘I like you way’ but in the old, middle school, summer camp ‘I like you like you’ way. It wasn’t just her beautiful hair and captivating eyes, or her long legs and small, perfect breasts, but the way she rolled her eyes at him and insulted him in ancient Greek, the feel of her mouth as it smiled against his, the sense memory of her hand as she slipped it into his in some poorly lit Mexican club, sending his heart racing. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh?”

Shit. “I do like her. I mean, I did. Or… maybe I still do…” 

Except there wasn’t really any maybe about it. 

He could hear Luke laughing on the other end. “Well, how do you feel about becoming Lutheran?” 

“Fuck you,” Percy said. 

“I’m just saying, according to Wikipedia, the family is Lutheran, and the heirs have to be, too.” 

“That’s not–are you trying to make me get over her, then?”

“Okay, okay,” Luke said, “How about this. The royal family traced lineage back through recorded history, to the semi-legendary and legendary kings of Sweden,” He offered. “Like… folklore says they’re descended from Norse gods and vikings and stuff.” 

“That’s cool,” Percy said. Though most of what he knew about vikings had to do with the Varangian Guard. He might have studied classics, but he stuck to the languages and the written down bits of mythology. He certainly wasn’t an archaeologist, a medievalist, or an early Christianity expert by any standard. 

Still, any ancient history was good history.

“I still feel bad though, Lutherans and Norse gods or whatever, or not. I just–I feel like shit, and I don’t know why. I didn’t even do anything!” He’d been the perfect gentleman. She’d been a great lay, and an even better girl. It’d been fun and easy, like champagne on a warm summer evening.

So why did his stomach still feel like it was about to drop out of his body entirely?

“I’m sorry, kid.” He said. And normally Percy chafed at the term of endearment. Had been since Luke started using it when Percy was in second grade. But today it was almost welcome, and made him unbearably homesick. “I wish I could help more. Maybe you just need to sleep the night off?”

“Yeah,” Percy said, “maybe.”

“It’s all going to work out, I promise. This isn’t the Regency era or whatever, when Lady Catherine comes and tells you you aren’t good enough for her niece.” 

“It looks like Annabeth’s Aunt was named Nathalie, not Catherine. And she’s dead.” Percy said.

“There's the impertinent literalism I know and love! You’re getting better already.” Luke’s confidence was almost enough for Percy to buy it. “But seriously, Percy. Get some sleep. You’ve been going ninety miles an hour these past few days. You need rest. You know that.” 

“Yeah,” Percy agreed.

“It will all be fine, Perce. I promise.” 

“I sure as shit hope so.” He said, “Thanks.” 

They signed off with their good nights, but Percy didn’t go to sleep. He kept on scrolling. Reading backwards and forwards through wikipedia, memorizing the lines of succession: Frederick, Annabeth, Robert, Matthew, Magnus. And her favorite causes: learning disabilities, artifact repatriation, historic preservations, girl’s education, domestic violence. 

At some point, he fell asleep, phone in his hand. 

But it wasn’t for long enough. In some horrible twist of fate, he was woken up by Jason’s alarm at 6 AM. 

He wanted to scream. And throw a pillow. Or let an earthquake swallow up the room, and Jason’s phone with it. 

But he only sat up, bleary eyed and not feeling any better. 

He silenced his phone, because he knew when it hit 8 AM on the East Coast, he’d start hearing from people he really didn’t want to. And he watched Jason get ready, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, with a kind of unearned, inexplicable hatred. 

“Want to come down to breakfast with me?” Jason asked, “I can wait for you.”

“Yeah,” Percy said, “Sure.” 

He was much slower, and less bouncy getting ready. And he was, as a general rule, a morning person. But he’d had a bit of a stressful night. 

He stumbled after Jason, down through the halls and through the village, ready to make a beeline for the coffee. As they stepped into the cafeteria, he could see the heads turning, and hear the slightly charged murmur. 

He got his breakfast as usual, but it didn’t stop. And Jason had found a table in the middle of the room, so he couldn’t even hide in a corner, or around a beam. 

Jason was already digging in. “Hey, man,” he said, as Percy was sitting down. “Why is everyone looking at you?”

Percy dropped his head on the table with a loud thunk.

***

Annabeth thought she had some idea of what the consequences would be for getting caught making out with a random guy. Helen would yell at her, her dad would be disappointed, Mary would leak a story about her to the press, the tabloids would rake her over the coals, and they would all have a great laugh at her expense for about a month or so before moving on to the next scandal, her ill-fated kiss relegated to an interesting anecdote on a BuzzFeed listicle about royal bad behavior. It probably wouldn’t even rate a mention on her Wikipedia page. 

She was wrong. She was so wrong. 

This was so much worse. 

The Microsoft Teams call consisted of Helen, who was actually in Mexico with her but apparently couldn’t stand being in the same room with her right now, her father, looking politely concerned, King Randolph, not at all paying attention, and a handful of PR and Parliament representatives, all in various states of shock and disapproval, including one older minister who was clearly playing some kind of mobile game. 

Oh, to be a career politician who had achieved the nirvana of not giving a single fuck. 

Annabeth had already had Minecraft opened while Helen introduced everyone on the call–all thirty-five people. She had something to build. 

Helen had started the meeting in an absolute rage, only held in check by sheer professionalism and passive aggression. And Annabeth couldn’t even blame her ADHD for distracting her. Hans was sitting across the table from her, invisible to the camera, but hearing every word. He could catch her up if she missed something important.

“Well, your highness,” Helen finally said, “Would you like to explain yourself?”

“I don’t know what’s to explain: I went out for a walk with a friend of mine. I didn’t know there were photographers waiting for me. They took a picture when we kissed.” She tried to sound nonchalant. “These things happen.”

“Well, they should not,” said Helen, and then directed someone else to speak. 

“We don’t know anything about this man, other than the fact that he likes to cause a spectacle of himself.” 

“Excuse me?”

“It's getting him a great deal of press, and notoriety. He might have called the photographers himself.” 

“He wouldn’t have had a need,” Annabeth argued, “He didn’t know who I was.” 

“A likely story.” 

It wasn’t any such thing, he didn’t even understand why she was supporting Sweden in his race. 

But luckily someone else cut in, a security guy. One of Hans’ bosses, but the ones who did the logistics stuff, not the actual work of having to deal with Annabeth. Normally she didn’t like him for just that reason, but today he spoke in her favor. “We’ve determined that the leak, as it were, traced back to the hotel. Someone staying there called a paparazzi friend, who followed her car. We have no evidence to think Mr. Jackson had anything to do with this.” 

“Yes yes,” Said someone else, “But what do we even know about this man?”

Annabeth felt like she could answer that question: he loved his mom, and the ocean, and ancient Greece. He had a sweet smile and beautiful eyes and a tongue that would not quit. He’d gone to Yale, but nobody was perfect. 

Luckily, that wasn’t a question for her. 

“The man in question,” Cut in Christiana, a PR person that Annabeth had always liked. Mostly because she was born in the 90s, had a rocking pixie cut, and didn’t act like there was a stick up her ass. “Is Perseus Jackson.” 

Annabeth hadn’t known Percy was a nickname. Perseus. Like the hero. Well, he did say he was Greek. 

“According to Mr. Gunderson’s team’s report, he’s the son of Sally Jackson, though the father’s name on the birth certificate is listed as unknown. Birthdate, August 18th, 1993. He’ll be 25 in just a few weeks.” Annabeth hadn’t known that either. And for a second wondered what she should get him for his birthday, before mentally shaking herself. “He’s on the USA Olympic Sailing team, a spot he won after placing first in the US trials. He also won the Hempel World Cup Series at the Princess Sofia regatta last year. He primarily lives in New York City. And his permanent address is in an apartment on the Upper East Side. though the apartment is rented under the name Luke Castellan.” Annabeth had been to that apartment. Had eaten eggs there and been eaten out there. “Mr. Castellan is an investment banker whose family has a long association with Mr. Jackson’s. His mother worked as a home aide to Mr. Castellan’s for many years. It appears the families are still close.” It was interesting that nothing had come up about Percy and Luke being related patrilineally. 

“And Mr. Jackson’s family?” 

“As I said, father is listed as unknown, and so we are still trying to find something. Mrs. Jackson is an author. I do believe her second book, Danaë, was a bestseller in several countries around the world, including the US, UK, and Sweden, in translation. She is currently married to a Mr. Paul Blofis, who is a teacher in New York City. And they have a seven year old daughter, Estelle Jackson Blofis. Maya?”  

“He has a very positive presence on social media and no history of scandals,” chimed in one of Christiana’s assistants on the call. “He’s got over eight hundred thousand,” she paused, glancing at something off screen, “um… make that almost a million followers on Instagram alone. And he frequently uses his platform to talk about poverty and mental health issues.” 

“He’s an influencer?” The scorn in the man’s, who had been introduced, but who Annabeth had no memory of, voice held no question about his profession. 

“He’s an athlete,” Annabeth cut in, “a sailor. That’s why he’s here. He just happens to be popular.” The fact that he made himself popular on purpose… that was irrelevant. “He is, after all, in Mexico for the games.” 

“I do not understand,” And she could see a little of Helen’s mask slipping, “how you managed to meet him here.” 

“I didn’t meet him at the Olympics.” Annabeth said. “I met him right before I left New York. I didn’t even know he would be here until I saw it on his Instagram later. And he didn’t know I would be here until we ran into each other at…” she paused, not wanting to recount that particular event to everyone present, “...at a dinner a week ago.”

Hans smirked at her behind her computer.

“That is a very long time to be running around without approval.” 

Annabeth blanched at Helen’s words. “I was unaware every single one of my friends needed to be approved by you, Ms. Persson. I would like to know your requirements. And also why you get to be the one making those calls.” 

She could tell by the flare of the other woman’s nostrils that she knew she had spoken out of turn. But over her computer, Hans gave her a look. 

“We are all concerned, Your Highness,” Helen said, “about your safety.” 

“Well, as per our predetermined agreements,” she said, “I am not accompanied by Hans everywhere in New York. Because it was agreed he would cause a distraction and impact security negatively.” She took a deep breath, “After we met again in Mexico, Hans… Mr. Gunderson did a full background check. Which I believe we heard some of just now.” 

She scanned the faces. Most of them looked bored. A few were frowning at her. Helen looked like she had swallowed a lemon. But Christiana was smiling and her father was suppressing one of his own. 

The security specialist cleared his throat. “I assure you, Your Majesty, and Ms. Persson, we have done a full background check on Mr. Jackson. Even before last night’s event. Unless new information comes to light, this is a matter of public relationships, not safety.” 

Well, score two for Hans’s boss then. She liked anyone who bested Helen. 

She wished she had been able to help with that hiring process. But unfortunately, it had been made for her. Mostly by Mary, Princess Frederick. She often wondered if Helen was under orders from her stepmother to poke at her until she snapped and resorted to violence. 

It was a brilliant plan. 

“So, getting back to Mr. Jackson,” Another PR person, who Annabeth knew on sight, but did not know by name, said, “He seems fairly careful with sponsored content on social media.” 

“And does he have any kind of career beyond social media?”

“He’s a trained classicist,” Annabeth said quickly. Her eyes went to her father and uncle, both of whom perked up immediately. “He graduated from Yale two years ago, but decided to take a break from academia for a few years to pursue his sailing career.” There was a long history of European royalty engaged in Olympic sailing. No one could fault him for that. Except perhaps for her uncle, who seemed to be bored again. 

“Well, that’s not so bad.” Said someone else. She was pretty sure she was a parliamentarian.  Jonsson or Jansson. Annabeth could not remember. “Though, of course the expectation, before marriage, would be that he steps away from his social media career. And possibly his sailing also, though that might be discussed more in depth.” 

That launched a round of several people speaking. 

Annabeth only just barely managed to get her call out of, “I’ve only known him for a few weeks! I am not asking for permission to marry him right now!” It managed to silence most people, but not everyone.

Shame that the straggler had to be the worst one of them all.

“But what color would the children be?” Asked someone else who she didn’t know. Her jaw dropped open–as did her father’s, Helen’s, and several others–and everyone began speaking all at once, again. 

“Please, ladies, gentlemen–please.” Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the flickering border around his video which caught everyone’s attention, but her father managed to cut through the digital crowd, calling their attention so he could speak. “I think it’s a little… early for that kind of discussion, minister, as Annabeth said,” he managed to get out, frowning even more firmly, and glossing over the word “early” like it was most definitely not the word he wanted to use.

The man in question harrumphed, but muted himself. 

“Now, then.” Prince Frederick was doing his best to look comfortable with the topic, but the shifting of his suit jacket sleeves implied he was playing with his hands beneath the screen, twisting his fingers together. Annabeth could relate. She was doing something similar right now. “I understand that this situation is… less than ideal, shall we say, but I would hope, as the princess’ father, that you would trust my opinion on this matter.” He pulled in a breath, eyes unfocused as he searched for the right words. “My daughter has always been both highly intelligent and perceptive, not only in her diplomatic endeavors, but in her interpersonal relationships as well.” Nice of him to say, but Annabeth privately thought he might have been overselling her a little bit on that last one. “Not only that, we can hardly blame her for the sudden appearance of the press.” 

“Her highness has had to deal with the press all her life,” Helen said, evenly. “She’s gone through multiple trainings–”

“Ms. Persson,” he said, shutting her up quickly. Annabeth bit back a smirk. “My point is, clearly she’s already met with Mr. Jackson on several occasions, and has judged him to be a person worth her time, without our intervention. Shouldn’t that ultimately be what matters?”

“All due respect, your highness,” said one of the ministers, “but we simply do not have enough information at this time to determine what kind of person this Mr. Jackson is.”

“I think,” her dad gently rebutted, “that Annabeth is not only smart enough, but mature enough to decide for herself what kind of person he is. Now, Annabeth.” She sat at attention. “Tell us: this Perseus–”

“Percy,” she said, quietly. “He goes by Percy.”

He smiled a bit, ducking his head. “Percy, then. Is he a nice boy?”

She nodded. “He is.” 

“Then I am fully in favor of Annabeth continuing to see the nice boy if she wishes. Randolph, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Hm?” Her uncle looked up from whatever book he was reading. Annabeth caught a glimpse of ancient Icelandic runes over the camera. “Yes, very good.”

“There we are.” Her father smiled. “Annabeth, dear, now you have the king’s permission.”

Not even Helen could argue with that. 

Annabeth swallowed around the lump in her throat, looking directly into her webcam. “Thank you, your majesty,” she said to the one person on this call, maybe even in the world, who believed in her right now. 

Through the fuzzy Teams call quality, her father smiled. 

“I think that’s settled, then,” he said, with just the barest hint of satisfaction. “As long as Mr. Gunderson and his associates continue to keep us updated if they find any more information they feel is worth reporting, I have no objections to this relationship.”

If there was still a relationship on the table, anyway. Still, her heart felt very full. She wished he was here with her, just so she could give him a hug. 

Verdict delivered, the meeting swiftly concluded. One by one, the virtual participants disappeared, until the only ones left were Annabeth and her father. 

He smiled at her through the screen. “Well, dear,” he said, chuckling a bit. “You certainly like to keep things interesting.”

Looking away, her cheeks faintly flushed with embarrassment, she tried to laugh it off. “I guess. Sorry.”

“No, no, I don’t mean it like that.” When she looked back, he was still smiling gently at her. “You’re having fun in Mexico? Yes?”

Annabeth nodded, sensing the unspoken question. “I am. I promise.” 

It was the oddest thing of all–he didn’t question her on it. He just accepted it at face value. “I’m glad. I meant what I said, you know. Just… just be careful.” With her heart. With the nice boy. With anything else that might cross her path. 

“I will.” 

“I love you very much, dear.” He leaned in closer to the camera, as if he could pull her into a hug halfway around the world. “We’ll talk soon.” 

Then he hung up, leaving Annabeth staring into her own video feed.

“Well,” Hans said, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I think I’d rather go sack a small French villiage.” The old viking princesses really had it made, she thought. They didn’t have to deal with Microsoft Teams, at least. They could have just chopped Helen in half with an ax, and not worry about what HR would say.

“Or take on a horde of draugar?” Hans offered. 

“Exactly.” 

“Well, perhaps, instead of that, next time you’d like to meet with Mr. Jackson, I’ll go pick him up?”

“I don’t know if there is going to be one next time, Hans,” she said, letting all her defeated weariness leak into her voice. 

“Annabeth.” And he so rarely used her first name. “I know you are brave enough to take on a French village, a draugr, or even Helen and the entire Riksdag. I think you can call the one man who you just defended to a room full of people, and offer an explanation.” 

He got up then, and patted her shoulder on the way out of the room. “I’ll keep Helen at bay. If you want to call him.” 

“If I don’t, will you sic her on me?”

“I think not,” he said, “Because right now I’m afraid I’d come back to find an ax in her chest, and that sounds like it would be a terrible mess to clean up. If you need some time, I’ll give you some time.” 

“Thank you,” she said.

“But I still think you should call him.” 

And then he walked out of the room, leaving Annabeth alone with her thoughts. And the empty Teams room.

#SURPRISE #my fic #pjo #percabeth #pjo fic #the rivalry ends here #princess sailor au #darkmagyk #perseannabeth #patatayo #if u wanna be tagged just lmk

[superkitten-poison]

quackity's building an oxxo (which he described as mexico's 7-eleven) ent eu acho que tem q ir um brasileiro construir uma panvel a cada dois chunks do mapa

#qsmp

[tartt9]

𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙩 + kit numbers

51 ( 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪, 2015-2020 )

tartt was raised by city's academy, the elite development squad. on the elite squad, tartt wore number 51, a number he brought with him to the premier league in his debut in 2015. tartt averaged 8.9 minutes per match with city, with 7 goals to his name in the five years he played for city, under manager 𝐩𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚. tartt's highlights under man city include a free kick to finalise a 4-0 score against 𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 in 2020, as well as an assist to relegate 𝚊𝚏𝚌 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 to the championship league, also in 2020.

9 ( 𝕒𝕗𝕔 𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕, 2019- )

-- tartt enjoyed a successful loan period at richmond during the 2019-2020 season. strange, isn't it, for a loanee to be assigned the 9 kit, one of the highest honours a manager can give a striker?

-- i'd say so. but let's see what tartt can do with this free kick opportunity - he hasn't missed one all season.

tartt's time at richmond began under owner 𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 and manager 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤, and his loan was terminated under ownership of 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯 and manager 𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨. tartt made his return to lasso's richmond in 2021, fresh off of the uk's number one show, lust conquers all. he kept the 9 kit - some may say an insult to 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗿𝗼𝗷𝗮𝘀 of mexico, a brilliant striker of his own right, though perhaps he wears 14 by choice. others may say lasso simply doesn't know the meaning of the kit numbers, despite his half season managing richmond in 2020, leading to their relegation from the premier league to the championship. tartt in 9 for richmond is a brilliant player, who only seems to be growing into his boots. he's a leader on the pitch, and you can tell just by watching that his relationship with his teammates is a strong one. a big change for tartt, as, during his loan period, it was rare to see tartt pass the ball. highlights under lasso's richmond include a masterful orchestration of a goal against 𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 in 2022, where all eleven of richmond's players touched the ball on the way to the goal, finalized by 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗿 ( france, 8 ), and a brace against 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛 during the fa cup quarterfinal match - including a free kick from deep on the pitch - in 2021, leading to championship league richmond making their wembley debut against city in the semifinals that year. tartt has made a name for himself at richmond, and we're excited to see where his career goes from here.

24 ( 𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕, 2022- )

tartt won his first well-earned cap for england earlier this season, surely making his loved ones proud. when given his choice of kit numbers for the three lions, tartt chose 24, a nod to his richmond teammate, 𝘀𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮, a player we expect to see making his national debut sooner rather than later. when asked for comment on his kit choice, tartt replied,

"yeah, it [was] simple. sam's one of the greatest players i've seen set foot on a pitch before, and i've seen a lot. he's [redacted] brilliant, he is. lad's gonna go big places, bright places. it's an honour to wear his number on this stage."

tartt was substituted in during the 65th minute of england's most recent international match, and he already boasts sixteen touches, ten completed dribbles, one assist, and a free kick in the 84th minute for a goal for the three lions, helping them secure the 8-0 win. surely, this won't be the last we see of tartt in 24 for england.

#headcanons ! #mirror ! #i just spent way too long typing all this up but :))))) my baby :)))) #if you are not one of my mutuals pls don't reblog this thank you #tl spoilers #edits !

[uninfernodelamente]

(Melissa Barrera) [THE UNHOLY]. Please welcome [PALOMA ORTIZ (SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [30]-year-old VISITOR who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [CASHIER AT 7-ELEVEN]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Stats

Name: Paloma Elisa Querida Ortiz Nicknames: Lo, Mali, Querida Age: 30 years old Birthday: May 2nd, 1993 Occupation: Cashier at 7-eleven Hometown: Uvalde, TX  Time in Huntsville: 2 years

What happened

TW: Car crash, blood mention. Paloma woke up feeling a sting on her arm, looking around she realized what had happened. The woman jumped up at once calling Max by his name. As soon as she saw him Paloma started running. Max was still in the car, or what was left of it. Still shouting, with tear streaks making fresh paths through her blood and dirt covered face, Paloma dashed to the car and tried to wake him up, shout him awake, she could barely touch him let alone help him get out. Paloma doesn't remember the next few minutes or maybe hours clearly, the adrenaline in her had helped her run as fast as possible without feeling her injuries. The woman ran till she saw the Huntsville sign, as soon as she could see the outline of buildings she started to shout for help. Paloma didn't get far into town though she couldn't tell why, but she needed to get back, see if Max was okay, right that moment. But the longer she ran the more her heart sunk. It took her exhausted mind hours before she collapsed crying, still on the side of the same damn road.

Before

Paloma was born to immigrant parents who had only moved to Uvalde a year ago before she was born. She doesn't remember that much about Texas but she remembers summers spent back in Mexico with her parents and their families. But the visits to her relatives became far and few as she grew older. When Paloma was 13 years old both her parents died in a car accident, the girl moved to a small town near Tallahassee to be with her mother's sister. As her aunt was a nun Paloma was allowed to live with her in the nunnery. That was part of the reason why after school Paloma join the nunnery and started her training as a nun. But the devoted life was short lived as she got closer to one of her best friends from high school. Both of them were clearly attracted to one another and once her aunt learnt of Paloma and her friend sneaking around she banished the young woman from the nunnery. Paloma felt relief when her aunt caught her, she had doubts about her calling. The young woman found her own place and started to explore her sexuality and what the life had to offer to her. This lead her into taking a job at an adult's club as a bartender. After a few years as she got bolder she would cover for some of the dancers there. Paloma was content with her life, with best friends and fake soul mate, lovely coffee dates and sweaty club dancing. She was happy, and then she met Max, he was charming, witty, serious. Both of them felt the attraction form the get go. After a month they were living together, after two they were planning to ditch everything and travel around the country. No plan, no worries, just them. They started their journey soon after taking turns driving, sleeping underneath the stars, singing along to their favorite tunes, stealing glances at each other with the wind in their hair. Loving life, adoring one another. Until the crash.

Now

TW: Miscarriage, death assumption. It's been almost 2 years since Paloma first crossed that border. She started her 'new life' living in the commune, she had someone, who know who explain her the sigils on the door, she didn't much care for it. First few days Paloma felt numb, kept hoping someone will wake her up, this was all just a misunderstanding. What was even more concerning to her was the growing feeling that something was wrong. Paloma hadn't seen a doctor after the accident. When after about a week or so she finally went to see one she pretty much knew what they are going to say. Paloma was pregnant at the time of the accident. The doctor spared her the news that it wasn't the accident that lead to her miscarriage but the lack of treatment to the wounds and added stress. During the first year of living in Huntsville Paloma was a shadow version of herself, she lived in the commune, picked up helping hunters as a way to channel her feelings. After going through many stages of denial and acceptance Paloma started easing into life here, getting to know people around, exploring the location she's stuck in. There's still many people in town who'd think she'd just came to Huntsville, Paloma doesn't correct them and avoids talking about the accident. Paloma still feels incredible guilty for leaving Max alone, even worse knowing she might have left him to die alone. Now she has left the commune to tread her own path through this, she got a small apartment for herself and started working as a cashier at 7-eleven to maintain some normality. People can often see her reading a magazine while on shift or having her morning run in the park. Paloma is determined to make the best of this, but don't think for a second that she wants to stay here forever.

Personality

+ bold, charming, curious

- rebellious, cynical, vain

Likes: listening to music, reggaetón music, cooking, smoke breaks, tiny chocolates, hugging, decorating, staying active, roller skating, pretending that everything’s okay

Dislikes: dishonesty, sleezy people, most ballads (makes her sad), coffee, hoovering, smell of gasoline, taxes, gardening, tension, driving, when people leave the last slice of something just to be polite, the ghosts, this town

Hobbies: running, yoga, clubbing

Wanted Connections

i've seen you somewhere before - past clients form when she was working at the strip club in tallahassee we can work the dynamics could be a regular or someone traveling past florida, maybe someone form other cities too as she'd do parties too. bonus point for an old boss who might feel a bit possessive about 'one of their girls'

you lift me up - people paloma meets when going to the gym, these can vary from general acquaintances to friends that constantly chat while working out.

paz y amor - people paloma teaches yoga to, can vary from friends to just acquaintances who'd heard about it and come join.

in another life - someone form way back when she lived in uvalde or that would know her from her summers spent in mexico. an old friend they severed ties after her parents died.

you should be ashamed - someone who'd known max, her ex bf that died in a car accident as they got here. paloma knows little to nothing about him before they met so this could be max's actual partner or someone who blames paloma for his death. bonus points for max's old business partner as he was actually a pretty shady dude.

keep on driving - the person who found paloma after she came into town. they would have to have a vehicle and probably were the ones that at least vaguely explained what's what with this town.

#huntsvilleintro

[portersqbooks]

There’s currently a couple ARCs of MONSTRILIO by Gerardo Sámano Córdova making their way through the booksellers, who are all totally obsessed with it:

Grieving mother Magos cuts out a piece of her deceased eleven-year-old son Santiago's lung. Acting on fierce maternal instinct and the dubious logic of an old folktale, she nurtures the lung until it gains sentience, growing into the carnivorous little Monstrilio she keeps hidden within the walls of her family's decaying Mexico City estate. Eventually, Monstrilio begins to resemble the Santiago he once was, but his innate impulses--though curbed by his biological and chosen family's communal care--threaten to destroy this fragile second chance at life.

Annie says “Everyone buckle in for me only talking about this book and no other book for at least 7 months”!

Preorder here - it comes out on March 7!

#monstrilio #gerardo samano cordova #horror #magical realism #fantasy #annie #engel #jen #katherine

[moon-kn1ght]

try something new.

pairing: robert 'bob' floyd/jake 'hangman' seresin warnings: teen, station eleven au, post-apocalypse, flu mention, finding old friends at the end of the world. a/n: this is for the 5th week of the cs prompt challenge. i have bad station eleven brainrot after binging it this weekend so this happened in an hour on suday. you don't need to know SE to get the fic though, just know its the end of the world.

The first question is always “You’re alive?!” 

Well sort of, somewhere around day 100 it stopped being a question and became more primarily an exclamation. 

“Where have you been?”

“Who were you with?” 

Then they’d share who they ended up with, asking the same in return. 

The conversations had a similar pattern and similar outcome: gratefulness, relief, joy. Tears wrapped in each others’ arms. 

But after year two, they became less common. You stopped finding people from before. 

By year five, they were almost extinct. 

Bob spent his first 100 in a cabin in Wisconsin of all places. He had been taking an off-the-grid winter break with his cousin and didn’t actually find out till he went into to town on day 7 to get more beer. 

His phone regained service and he saw the headlines. 

And there was a voicemail from Tasha. 

He was her one call at the end. And he didn’t even pick up. 

That hurt stuck with him well through the first year. 

Once the snow melted that first year, Bob and his cousin walked south until they found a community in the town on Lake Michigan that had once been called Manitowoc. 

They spent warm days with the other survivors, swapping those same 20 questions about being the ones left. 

By what would probably have been called August, they all decided to sail across the lake to the Michigan side. Bob had wired them up a radio with old TV satellites to get better reception across long distances and they had made contact with the settlement by the water on the other side. Deciding it was better to have a concentrated, cooperative population, Manitowec all moved east. 

6 years in, Bob was not expecting to hear from anyone from his past. 

But then one day, none other than Jake Seresin rides down the road in St. Deborah, like a true fucking cowboy. 

Bob can’t help but drop to his knees and cry. He isn’t alone. 

They both pull turns at the usual game of 20 questions. 

Jake spent his years walking and riding across the country. He was in San Diego when it happened. He walked to LA then San Francisco in the first year, finding and passing news between other survivors. 

He always was a people person. 

Then hoping against all odds, he rode east. Through Nevada and Arizona and New Mexico, all the way to where his family had a cattle ranch through his time in the Navy. 

Just like Bob, they were lucky. Not many people came through town at the time of the flu so his family was completely safe. Even the stray mutt he brought home from the Naval Academy was still alive and nipping the heels of young calves. 

Jake stayed there for a while but he was restless. So he took off North, finding settlements along the Mississippi and passing tales of new human life. 

Jake and Bob talk for hours, through the night and all the way till pink tinged sunlight peeks from behind the forest on the east. 

A question Bob doesn’t really want the answer to still hangs over him. “Have you seen anyone else?” 

“I’m sorry, but no.” 

Bob shakes his head, guilty for even asking. As if the rest of Dagger Team is Schrodigner’s Cat – only now they’re dead because Bob dared to check. 

“There’s still hope,” Jake offers. 

“You don’t have to coddle me.” Bob shakes it off and something he never intended to share slips out, “I was Tasha's last call.” 

Jake wraps Bob tightly in his arms. Bob tries to imagine this happening before. But he can’t. There is no before now. 

Jake rubs his hand up and down Bob’s back, silently soothing. 

“Is there anything you want to do now?” 

Jake thinks on this. “I think I want to try being in love.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

#robert 'bob' floyd/jake 'hangman' seresin #hangman/bob #top gun fanfiction #station eleven fanfiction #crossover fic #top gun slash #lewis pullman #glen powell

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

"EDDIE REDMAYNE: THE ACTOR STEPS BACK INTO THE SHOES OF MAGIZOLOGIST NEWT SCAMANDER WITH THE PREMIERE OF FANTASTIC BEASTS THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE", WE REVIEW HIS CAREER AND HIS MOST ICONIC ROLES"

BY MARISOL RODRIGUEZ

"Versatile and charismatic, the British actor Eddie Redmayne conquers Hollywood with his great performances.

His most recent work on the big screen is 'Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore', the third part of the prequels to the magical world of Harry Potter.

For the British, this installment with action sequences of all kinds, reminds him of the 'Ocean's Eleven' series of robbery films.

"What I love about this installment is that it feels like a kind of magical heist movie to me. It's like 'Ocean's Eleven' set in a magical world... And Jude Law, who plays Dumbledore, is basically George Clooney, and I I'm Brad Pitt. Don't you see the resemblance?" He laughed during his appearance on Jimmy Fallon's show.

'Fantastic Beasts The Secrets of Dumbledore" is set in the 1930s, where a young Albus Dumbledore recruits a group of witches and wizards in an attempt to defeat the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald.

In this third film, directed by David Yates, the actor shares credits with Jude Law, Jessica Williams, Dan Fogler and Mads Mikkelsen, among others.

HIS ICONIC ROLES

Edward John David Redmayne was born on January 6, 1982 in London, England. His professional debut was in the play 'Twelfth Night' with the National Youth Music Theater company in 2002 and a year later he graduated from Trinity College Cambridge with a BA in Art History. Recognized for his talent, the actor has also participated in 23 film productions and has won an Oscar, a Golden Globe, a BAFTA, a Screen Actors Guild award and a Tony Award.

Among his most iconic roles are:

STEPHEN HAWKING IN 'THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING'

The actor stepped into the famous astrophysicist's shoes in this film based on the book "Traveling to Infinity: My Life with Stephen', where the memories of Jane Hawking are narrated. This performance gave him multiple awards such as the Oscar and opened the doors of Hollywood for him.

EINAR WEGENER/LILI ELBE IN 'THE DANISH GIRL

In this story set in 1920s Denmark, he played the first known transgender woman and was once again nominated for an Academy Award. Recently, he has confessed that he regrets doing it and not leaving the role to a true transgender actor.

TOM HAYDEN IN 'THE TRIAL OF THE CHICAGO 7'

The British actor played the leader and president of the organization Students For a Democratic Society in this film about a group of anti-Vietnam War protesters accused of conspiring to cross borders to cause riots at the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago.

NEWT SCAMANDER IN THE SAGA *FANTASTIC BEASTS'

Since 2016 we have seen him in the role of the introverted and eccentric magizoologist, who develops a great interest in magical creatures. He has played this role in 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them', 'Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald' and 'Fantastic Animals The Secrets of Dumbledore'.

FIVE THINGS YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT EDDIE REDMAYNE (Video from Weekend México Facebook)

1. In the wizarding world, without a doubt, he has said that his Hogwarts house is Hufflepuff.

2. His favorite food is Pizza Reina Romana.

3. He admires actress Allison Janney (and has confessed that the only TV show he has seen in its entirety is "The West Wing")

4. If he could have a superpower he would be invisibility and he would like to run as fast as Flash.

5. He loves to make handmade Christmas or birthday cards.

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Ships

Week Ending September 5th, 2022

Steddie +1 Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Byler -1 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Dreamling +4 Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Ronance -1 Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Daemon x Rhaenyra +9 Daemon Targaryen & Rhaenyra Targaryen, House of the Dragon

Adrienette +2 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Nandermo +2 Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do In The Shadows

Ladynoir Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Cockles -5 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Elmax Eleven & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things

Eddissy Eddie Munson & Chrissy Cunningham, Stranger Things

Blackbonnet +7 Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Jargyle -7 Argyle & Jonathan Byers, Stranger Things

Lumax -3 Lucas Sinclair & Max Mayfield, Stranger Things

Hannigram +1 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Harringrove +1 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Malex -12 Michael Guerin & Alex Manes, Roswell, New Mexico

Destiel -5 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Ineffable Husbands Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Malec Magnus Bane & Alec Lightwood, Shadowhunters

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. The ones in bold weren’t on the list last week.

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Taiwan Coffee Market: Forthcoming Trends and Share Analysis by 2030

Taiwan’s Coffee Market is Expected to Grow at a Significant Growth Rate, and the Forecast Period is 2023-2030, Considering the Base Year as 2022.

Taiwan is a large consumer market with a rapidly growing coffee sector. The growth is driven by several factors, such as the growing popularity of coffee among young people, the increase in the number of coffee shops in Taiwan and the growing demand for specialty coffee.

The coffee market in Taiwan is divided into two. main categories roasted coffee and green coffee. Roasted coffee is the most popular type of coffee in Taiwan, accounting for about 60% of the market. Green coffee is a less popular type of coffee, but it is growing in popularity as more and more people are interested in roasting coffee beans.

The biggest players in Taiwan's coffee market are international coffee chains such as Starbucks, Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf and Gloria Jean's Coffees, as well as local coffee chains such as Five Senses Coffee and Cà Phê Ông Băur.

The future of Taiwan's coffee market is bright. bright The market is expected to continue to grow in the coming years due to the increasing popularity of coffee among young people and the increase in the number of coffee shops in Taiwan. The market is also expected to benefit from increased demand for specialty coffee.

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Moreover, the report includes significant chapters such as Patent Analysis, Regulatory Framework, Technology Roadmap, BCG Matrix, Heat Map Analysis, Price Trend Analysis, and Investment Analysis which help to understand the market direction and movement in the current and upcoming years.

Leading players involved in the Taiwan Coffee Market include:

Starbucks (United States), Costa Coffee (United Kingdom), McDonald's McCafe (United States), 7-Eleven (United States), Dante Coffee (Taiwan), Taiwan Coffee (Taiwan), The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf (United States), Tully's Coffee (United States), Pacific Coffee (Hong Kong, China), Doutor Coffee (Japan), Cama Coffee (China), Louisa Coffee (China), Hollys Coffee (South Korea), Mister Donut (Japan), Ediya Coffee (South Korea), Paul Bassett (Australia), Barista Coffee (India), Wisteria Tea & Coffee (Taiwan)Akuma Coffee (Taiwan), Cama Cafe (Taiwan) and Other Major Players 

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Segmentation of Taiwan Coffee Market:

By Forms

Whole Coffee Beans

Ground Coffee

Instant Coffee

Coffee Pods & Capsules

Espresso

Others

By Source

Arabica

Robusta

By Speciality Coffee

Single-Origin Coffee

Micro-Lot Coffee

Organic Coffee

Direct Trade Coffee

Cold Brew & Nitro Cold Brew Coffee Others

By Process

Caffeinated

Decaffeinated

By Flavors

Vanilla

Caramel

Hazelnut

Mocha

Cinnamon

Others

By Distribution Channel

On-trade

Off-trade

By End-Users

Individual Coffee Drinkers

Coffee Shop Patrons

Office & Workplace Consumers

Catering & Hospitality Industry

Bakeries & Dessert Shops

Others

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North America (US, Canada, Mexico)

Eastern Europe (Bulgaria, The Czech Republic, Hungary, Poland, Romania, Rest of Eastern Europe)

Western Europe (Germany, UK, France, Netherlands, Italy, Russia, Spain, Rest of Western Europe)

Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam, The Philippines, Australia, New Zealand, Rest of APAC)

Middle East & Africa (Turkey, Bahrain, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, UAE, Israel, South Africa)

South America (Brazil, Argentina, Rest of SA)

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 Food Retail Market May See a Big Move 2024-2030

 Food Retail Market May See a Big Move 2024-2030

Global Food Retail Market, Food Retail Market Demand, Food Retail Market Trends, Food Retail Market Analysis, Food Retail Market Growth, Food Retail Market Share, Food Retail Market Forecast, Food Retail Market Challenges, Food Retail Market Opportunity

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Some of the key players profiled in the study are: Walmart, Costco Wholesale Corp., 7-ELEVEN, Inc., Amazon.com Inc, The Kroger Co., Target Brands, Inc., ALDI, AEON Co Ltd, Carrefour CA, Schwarz Gruppe.

Scope of the Report of Food Retail Market: Food Retail Market employs a robust research methodology, encompassing past, present, and future analyses. Analyse the drivers, restraints, opportunities, and challenges influencing the Food Retail market. The Global Food Retail Market report serves as a valuable resource for understanding the market dynamics and making strategic decisions in this evolving industry. The Global Food Retail Market report plays a crucial role in providing a comprehensive overview of the market dynamics. It evaluates key segments, identifies emerging trends, assesses drivers and restraints, and offers insights into the competitive landscape.

Market Trends: Food consumption has witnessed an increase due to the rise in disposable income and a fast-paced lifestyle prevalent among a significant portion of the global population.

Opportunities: A diverse array of food and grocery products constitutes the regular consumption of people, encompassing fresh food, frozen items, personal care and home care products, beverages, and other commodities. To enhance revenue, food and grocery retailers focus on establishing an optimal price-product combination. Presently, organizations in the food and grocery retailing sector emphasize inventory management as a key strategy to generate revenue from these items. Additionally, they employ various analytical tools to monitor customer behaviour in the purchase of such items from their establishments.

Retailers are presently conducting workshops, discount pop-ups, and events cantered around grocery products in their stores.

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Intense competition from local industry players is poised to limit growth.

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The Titled Segments and Sub-Section of The Market Are Illuminated Below: Food Retail Market Research Report - Segmented by Product (Fresh Food, Frozen Food, Food Cupboard, Beverages, Cleaning & Household and Others); Category (Packed, Unpacked); Distribution Channel (Supermarkets & Hypermarkets, Convenience Stores, Departmental Stores & Clubs, Online).

Region Included are: Global, North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, South America, Middle East & Africa

Country Level Break-Up: United States, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Chile, South Africa, Nigeria, Tunisia, Morocco, Germany, United Kingdom (UK), the Netherlands, Spain, Italy, Belgium, Austria, Türkiye, Russia, France, Poland, Israel, United Arab Emirates, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, China, Japan, Taiwan, South Korea, Singapore, India, Australia and New Zealand etc.

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