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Coldfire - Pt. II

Read Part I here!

Pairing: Jackson Rippner x F! Reader

Fandom: Red Eye (2005)

Summary: Intent on turning you into his plaything, Jackson "takes care" of you after you wake up in his hotel room.

Warnings: SMUT, non-con (prev) and dub-con, sexual violence, kidnapping, power imbalance, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, biting, blood, violence, humiliation, degredation, dirty talk, pet names, hair pulling, dom/sub dynamics. This is a dark!fic and a tad disgusting. Read at your own discretion.

WC: 6511

Pain. It was the first sensation you felt. The first and, for a moment, the only thing that existed.

Your skull pounded with a dull, resounding ache that seemed to trail down your spine, as if someone taking a sledgehammer to the back of your head. The pain radiated from your spine to your shoulders, your limbs, shot to the core of your stomach and settled between your sticky thighs.

Next, came the soft brush of a pillow against your face, your head lolling against the stuffed fabric, your body weighing so heavy that you thought you might sink into the bed.

The pillow smelled clean as you grasped feebly at the cotton sheets, deciding to ball the fabric in your fists because it grounded you, because it seemed to be one of the only things that were tangible in this half-awake reality of pure, almost numbing pain.

But the spice of the cinnamon that tickled your nose churned hot coals in your gut, stirred a fire deep within your core. Familiar, oh so familiar…

Voices came to you, distant and well-mannered and urgent, drilling themselves through the pockets of pain in your skull.

As a thin, white light began to filter past your haze, you wondered if these were the voices of angels, calling you to Heaven. Were they always this obnoxious?

They were taunting you, more like. That must have been it, you realised as your eyelids peeled back only for white-hot fire to singe your retinas.

Maybe this truly was the punishment for pledging your soul to violence

The light came from a crack between thick, black curtains, haphazardly drawn across a massive window frame. The light bled across your blurred vision, but colours and shapes were beginning to form around it now, and though the voices seemed to heighten in intensity, you could now discern your surroundings as some private room, the overhead blessedly off and the lighting dim.

A hotel, it seemed, as the gleam of white plastic winked at you in the shred of sunlight. A mint, on a pillow.

Your mouth watered, but your lips were dry and your reach clumsy as you tried to swipe up the mint. Your stomach roiled with an empty kind of nausea.

Candy clutched in quivering hand, your fingers stilled as you undid the wrapper. The voices were clearer, but quieter now.

“... crime scene…” Pain. “… terrorist act ….” Pain. “… killer on the loose…” Crinkling plastic. “… university …” Why was this mint so damned hard to open? “… physicist, Doctor Cal…” Was that the ticking of a clock? “… shot with .380 ACP…” More pain.“… total lockdown…” The mint left a sharp kiss on your tongue.“… chaos...” Your blood ran cold as you recognised the taste, recalled the heat of the breath that had raked across your face…

The voices were interrupted by the click of a lock, and you startled, images of a spinning bathroom and bright, white fireworks racing through your aching skull as you buried the wrapper of the mint beneath one of the pillows, as if you were a child caught with their hand in the candy drawer.

As the door swung open, and a soft whistling filled the room, you rolled your head to the side, glimpsing the time on the alarm clock.

4:13.

For a moment, your muddled brain thought that perhaps he wouldn’t see you; your vision hedged where the skin of his neck came into view. Your breath hitched in your chest and your skull pounded, and you watched as he removed the black blazer as if he were coming home from work, whistle slowly fading from his lungs. A heavy sigh made his chest rise and fall beneath his white dress shirt, the collar stained in red.

The scent of iron, sweat and sandalwood came to you; you had breathed against that collar, you had buried your face in the warmth of his chest and tucked your head beneath the hard line of his jaw.

Your mouth watered around the mint as you recalled the chalky pill he’d placed under your tongue, shushing you and petting your hair and lulling you to sleep with a voice like silk.

The man folded his blazer and tucked it beneath the flashing screen of the TV – the source of the voices, you ascertained – and after rifling through his pockets, he placed upon it a hotel keycard, a bloodied tissue, a Ruger LCP. .380.

The familiar, metal clang of a buckle sounded, and he loosed his belt from its loops, coiling it beside the Ruger. Cold danced along your thighs, and you felt the ghost of a burn along your stinging flesh. You realised you weren’t wearing anything underneath your skirt.

He reached in the pocket of his slacks, leaning slightly as if to fetch something particularly irksome from their depths, and added a lace garment and a loop of dark fabric to the strange pile of items.

Everything dawned on you at once, weighing so heavy on your fatigued limbs that you thought for one moment you really would sink into the bed, slammed against your pounding skull as breath poured into aching lungs and the mint caught just in time between your back molars. You remembered hiding that Ruger and your holster-garter to the toilet-paper dispenser in a bathroom with navy blue stalls. You remembered lace panties behind ripped from your thighs as he shoved you against the bathroom counter.

Your eyes squinted, narrowing against the harsh light of the TV now to see cameras pulling back on footage of the university, cop cars with flashing red and blue lights and squealing sirens, listened to the droning voice of the newscaster announce the harrowing details of the death of the target you’d failed to kill.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” A perky yet soft tone innerved your aching limbs, and your head stirred against the cinnamon of his shampoo and the cotton of the pillow.

“Fuck,” you groaned.

“And still thinking of the fun we had…” he chuckled as he approached the end of the bed. You wanted to land one good punch to his smug face, knock out his perfect white teeth. Maybe when whatever drugs he’d given you were gone from your system, provided he didn’t kill you before then.

“Does this mean I’m fired?” Your voice came raspy from your dry throat as you shifted, a lightning bolt of pain seeming to bring every neuron alive with white fire as you lifted your head slightly to look at him.

Jackson leaned down, resting the palms of his hands against the bedframe and smiling at you. “That depends,” he said, and you lowered your head back to the pillow as you rolled the dissolving mint on your tongue.

“On?”

“On how well you behave.”

“What do you want from me, Rippner?” You almost whimpered.

He tutted. “I may have to knock points for your lack of professionalism. That’s now how you speak to your boss.”

Your head hurt too much for this childish nonsense.

“And how may I be of service, sir?” You tried to force the sarcasm past your tired tone but you were drained.

“Good girl.” Those two words stirred the coals of that fire within you, making your sticky, cold thighs squirm. And that damned smile disappeared from view as he righted himself, and circled round to your side of the bed.

“I’m here to take care of you,” he told you, and the mattress sank beneath his weight as he took a seat, your nails digging into the fabric of the cover as if to keep yourself from slipping off. “And before you even think of screaming… remember what happened last time.” He brushed a lock of hair from your eyes with a surprising delicateness.

His words seemed oddly nice for a terrorist, but you weren’t fooled. There was a darkness that you could hear now beneath his silk tone. One you cursed yourself for not recognising before.

“What a relief,” you murmured into the pillow. This time, your sarcasm thankfully came through.

Warm fingers peeled at the tops of your stockings, and your knees rose instinctively, but he gave you a warning look that froze you in place – not in fear, but in a strange excitement.

“Don’t you want to feel clean?” he asked, as he peeled the thick fabric from your legs, cold racing along your flesh.

You didn’t think that you’d ever feel clean after being introduced to his sinful touch and piercing stare.

“I just want a hot bath and a very long extension cord.”

“One thing at a time, sweetheart…”

Jackson paused when the stocking rolled down to your heel, and the sharp sound of a zipper met your ears. He slipped the heel and stocking off with gentle fingers. Wisps of chestnut hair fell across his forehead as he admired your bare skin. What was he doing, playing boyfriend with you?

“Where are we?” you asked, wishing to fill the silence that seemed all too comfortable. The news on the TV made it sound like you’d just woken up in your condo, only extremely hungover.

“A hotel.”

As his fingers rolled the other stocking down, you had the brief urge to kick him with your heel.

“Where is the hotel?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he said, in a half-exasperated, half soothing tone. “Just let me take care of you.” Your heel was cast aside, and the urge was gone.

The mint clicked against your teeth in the silence, and it burned your throat as you swallowed. A hand ran up the bare flesh of your calf, prying your knees slightly apart. Your heart raced in your chest, skull pounding, flashes of heat racing beneath your flesh and icy hooks sinking into the deepest fibres of your being as his gaze met yours between your thighs.

Coldfire.

You wet your lips with your tongue, thinking that for a moment, with his bright eyes and his parted lips and his hair just a little bit messed, he looked almost cute like this. For a terrorist and stalker and serial killer, that was.

Like you were one to talk.

“Careful looking at me like that.” A smirk curled the corner of his lip, and the strange innocence of his expression vanished. “I don’t know if you can handle a Round Two.”

Why did he have to ruin the moment by opening his smarmy fucking mouth, you thought, but the throbbing heat between your legs wished for other things.

And what moment could you have possibly imagined? Fuck, you were delusional.

And before you could fire back with a retort, the smirk fell from his face and icy gaze devoured you. You shivered beneath his touch as he pried your legs apart, coming up between them like a predator, eyes locked on his prey. Like a mouse pierced by snake’s venom, paralysis seeped into every pore.

A hot breath swept across your lashes in the second that he spared your soul from his gaze, twin blues running down your flushed face. Though his movements and touch were gentle, his mouth pressed to yours firmly, pulling a slight moan from your lungs. Your hand reached upwards to curl the fabric of his shirt into a fist, but he forced your wrist down. You shattered a gasp onto his tongue at the sudden, sharp movement, the bed hinges creaking from the force exerted. His fingers wove through yours, curling round your knuckles and squeezing ‘til your flesh turned white. His weight sunk onto the delicate blood vessels of your opposite wrist, your pulse hammering against his palm.

Jackson was quick to force his tongue inside your mouth, and you jolted as the remnants of the mint hit the back of your throat. Unable to do anything about it, you bit down on his lip, hard, and he growled into the kiss. Teeth grazed your tongue as you rolled it forward, and he pulled away, spitting the mint onto the sheets. His icy eyes flashed with hellfire but your body sank with relief into the mattress, tension leaving your body.

“Wouldn’t want you to choke,” he uttered darkly, fingers releasing yours to glide across your neck, shivers running down your throat as his palm once again found your pulse, fingertips brushing the beginnings of your scalp.

“Did I tell you that you could have that?” he demanded, the bright of his eyes chased by the dark.

“It was complimentary.” You sneered up at him.

Hands swept beneath your spine, pulling you upward, and the world teetered on its axis and pressure mounted your skull. Your legs wrapped around his waist, nails seeking purchase in his back to ground yourself, a moan hitching in your chest as your hips rolled forward and your bare pussy sank around the outline in his trousers. The jolt that travelled through you, from bottom to top, was perhaps the only thing that kept you from passing out as you felt the weight of the drugs tug at your limbs. Something peeled off from the back of your skull and you hissed, pawing at blood-crusted locks of hair.

“No, don’t touch that,” he told you, almost concerned. With you now firmly straddling his lap, and his legs folded beneath him, he gently pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own. Eyes narrowed in concentration, and he bit his lip. “The bleeding stopped.” A small, white bandage was pulled away, tape burning your scalp briefly as it tugged at a few threads of your hair, and your eyes tore from his to examine the almost black crimson on the white material.

Was that all? It hurt so much.

Noticing your wince of pain, he sighed, and your arm hooked with desperation round his neck as he leaned forward to reach to the end table, gravity tugging at your spine.

You jumped, nails scraping his back, as a bottle of pills was tossed in your lap, hollowing your skirt around your thighs, and he righted himself with a glass of water in hand.

You released your hold on him to accept the water between shaking fingers, and he shook out two pills of Advil on his palm. Wedging one between his thumb and forefinger, he pressed it gently to your lips.

“Wash your hands,” you told him as you looked him up and down, at the blood that dappled his white collar and was still smeared slightly at the corner of one dark brow, and he rolled his eyes, forcing the pill past your teeth. He helped tip the glass of water to your lips, and repeated the process with the other pill.

“My pain didn’t seem to stop you before,” you said once he’d put aside the water glass and pills. “Why are you playing so nice, all of sudden?”

One hand landed on the bare flesh of your waist, slipping beneath your shirt, and the other brushed another lock of hair from your eyes.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he said.

Before you’d the chance to respond, he was tugging your shirt over your arms, and you shut your eyes, the collar passing your lashes and crest of your skull. Lucky for him, you weren’t wearing a bra, and for the first time, his gaze landed on the swell of your breasts, your nipples hardening in the sudden cold. His lips parted and his pupils dilated.

“You have a strange way of doing that,” you remarked, breath coming shallow from your chest. Your fingers traced the collar of his shirt, still slightly damp with blood, and began undoing buttons as a sly smile crossed your face, making it all the way until his shirt came apart and your eyes widened at the sight of the dark line of hair disappearing past the hem of his trousers. Your curiosity would someday kill you if he didn’t.

“Shhh. Just rest, now…” his words confused you as he lowered your spine back to the soft bedding, but his voice melted like honey into every pore, and the mattress welcomed you. Breath pooling at the base of your neck, wet lips placed a kiss to the notch of skin in between your collarbone.

You understood now, and you found yourself with no complains, shutting your eyes and allowing his hot breath to trail down your sternum, arching your back when he reached your stomach. His nails dug into your waist, hands fitting perfectly in the grooves above your hips like you’d been made for him.

You shivered, remembering what he’d felt like inside you.

Lips brushed your navel, nose tickling your soft flesh, and his tongue began to lap at the juices that had dried on your abdomen, tasting you. His fingers hooked in the hem of your skirt. It was the only fabric between you, and even then, it had pulled taut round your spread legs. Another zipper came undone, and the checkered fabric was cast aside, sounding like it landed in a heap somewhere on the floor. Cold swept across the heat of your cunt, and lips slowly ghosted down the length of your pelvis, burying his nose in the crook of your thigh and inhaling deep.

Your elbow had stirred, fingers coming to rest on the wet streaks his tongue had left across your stomach, though not quite reaching him, for your body still seemed to move slower than the world around you. Yet, he was almost too slow; he was taking his time, and you needed him like you’d never needed anything before. You whined out your disapproval, and he nipped at the pocket of your thigh as if to correct your behaviour.

And instead of finally giving you what you desired, he began to trail kisses down your inner thigh, hands following his movements. Your eyes blinked open in confusion, and you winced slightly in pain as you craned your neck to look down at him. Though the pillows were elevated, you sought a clearer view. What did this bastard think he was doing?

Feeling faint, you sank back into the pillow and succumbed to his teasing, a soft sigh hanging on your lips.

“Beg me for it.” His command came gruff against your skin, his tone akin to that which he’d used when he’d come deep inside you. You could still feel the last of his hot seed dribbling out of you, almost as if innerved by his words.

You chuffed out a laugh, and your head spun. “Yeah, right…” you murmured, but jolted as he placed another nip to your soft flesh. An electric current seemed to flow from his teeth through every fibre of your being, every synapse in your brain. You were too easy, you realised, as you relaxed and huffed out another sigh.

“Oh, please, Mr. Rippner… please take care of me…”

“Mm… what’s that, now? What do you need?”

“You. I need you, fucking Hell,” you breathed as you felt him smile against your thigh, the faint stubble of his jaw scratching the delicate flesh. “Please, I need to feel your tongue against me. I need you inside me… please…”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Take care of me… clean me… fuck me – I don’t care at this point.”

He tutted. “How unprofessional of you, wanting your boss to fuck you. That ought to knock off some points, for sure.”

“Stop being a goddamn tease,” you groaned, rolling your hips against empty air. Your fingers slid down your slicked pelvis to try and sate the itch between your thighs, deciding you’d do it yourself at this point. He swatted your hand away, and your knuckles burned.

“Who’s the boss here?” His breath hissed against your thigh, heat trailing down your flesh with a shiver and his nails digging in again.

“You are.” You pouted your lip, shame creeping in but you didn’t care.

“Good girl.” The praise, uttered in such a guttural tone, made your core clench around nothingness, and his tongue began to light a trail of fire up your sensitive flesh, until his nose struck the groove of your thigh again and then his hot breath finally huffed against your folds. “So desperate for attention, so wet for your boss you’re wanting to touch yourself already. What a good fucking slut.”

Then why not let me? you thought with bitter longing, but didn’t dare utter the words. His teeth were currently hovering over a part of yourself that you didn’t particularly want bruised.

Though, on second thought…

“Come onnnnn,” you whined. “Get on with it.”

The sting of teeth landed on the lip of your pussy, and you chimed out a giggle as another wave of excitement crashed against you. “You’re so predictable…” you teased, words slurring as the heat of arousal pounded hot in your skull. The pain, you realised, was beginning to slip farther and farther from you, like a red ribbon caught in the vicious wind.

“Hey.” You jolted again as his palm struck your pussy, sensitive flesh stinging but your core clenching again with need. “Look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked down at him, the burn of his coldfire eyes igniting something inside you that threatened to spill like lava from every pore, every fibre. You breathed heavy and smiled, admitting, “All right, maybe not so predictable.”

“Remind me, sweetheart, what do you need right now?”

“You.” A whimper was cast to the air like a prayer, and you giggled again, hair spilling around you as you laid back.

He placed a gentle kiss right on the lip of your pussy, as if to make it all better. His nose tickled the slick parting of your cunt, and you trembled.

“Good girl.” The heat of his breath raked your folds, and you nearly lost it, fingers grasping at the fabric of his shoulder.

Finally, the wet swipe of his tongue sent you into overdrive, dragging with a deliberate leisure along your slick parting. Your back arched, shaking, into the sheets, and your fingers sought his hair, threading through the strands as you squirmed under the increasing pressure of his tongue. Not teasing anymore, it was clear he wanted to devour you. And it was clear you wouldn’t last very long.

Like some kind of starved animal, he lapped up your juices, fingers forcing your legs further apart and stirring a squeal from your diaphragm, a noise which only spurred him on, teeth gently grazing your clit and his tongue circling your entrance to draw every last bit of sweet nectar from you. Thick fingers ran along your outer thighs, palms rubbing at your hips as if to encourage you on.

Stopping to catch his breath, he groaned, panting against your trembling folds, “You taste so good with my cum inside you, babygirl.”

“Fuck,” you breathed, hips bucking against his face, the stubble of his jaw lightly burning your skin. A knot tightened deep in your belly, walls clenching. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, which only sent you further over the edge, one hand cupping your ass as his tongue sought the taste of you back out, nose nuzzling into your clit. A myriad of sensations slammed into you all at once.

“Jack…” you moaned, tugging a fistful of his hair.

He stilled just as you felt yourself ready to tumble over that familiar precipice, thighs trembling around him, back fully arched as if to reach for the heavens while hellfire brewed beneath your flesh. Breaths came quick against you, nails sunk deep enough into your skin to well blood around his nails, and he growled, the sound seeming to reverberate through your core.

“Jackson,” he corrected, tone thick with darkness. Lust. Wrath. All things sinful.

“J – Jackson.” You would say anything if it meant feeling his tongue against you again, if it meant some sort of release from the pain that still lingered beneath the surface of the pleasure he gave you.

“Mm.” Approving, he placed a kiss to your clit. Your nails raked along his scalp and the bucking of your hips became more erratic, so with his hands he pinned your waist down, a huff of fiery breath trailing up the cold of your stomach. You squirmed, desperate for release, as he prodded at your entrance, and you couldn’t take it anymore as his nails dug against your ribcage and his palms flattened against your stomach, and your walls finally clenched around his tongue as it slipped inside.

You fell limp under him, your head tipping back to the white ceiling, your lips still parted from chanting his name like a sordid prayer, stars exploding across your vision and your skull inundated by a fire that cleansed the pain and brought with it only bliss.

You heard him swallow against a dry throat, and you lifted your starry gaze to watch as he swept his tongue along his upper lip. Bright eyes darkened by lust met yours, and you relaxed your hold on his hair, watching as chestnut locks fell around his face, clung to the sweat of his forehead. A few threads that sprung awry were limned by the blue light of the TV, the carnage that continued its broadcast. His shirt hung open, exposing the bare sheen of his chest. Your juices coated his nose and freckled cheeks, his sharp jaw framed by your thighs as they closed slowly around him. You’d never seen anything more beautiful.

“So, did I get an A?” You huffed out teasingly, and though you hadn’t thought it possible, his eyes darkened another fraction, shards of shattered ice sharpening like knives around the pools of ink black that bled into pale irises. Your sides burned where he dug his nails in, and you added, “A participation award, at least?”

Grabbing hold of your hips, he yanked you forward, your legs hooking over his shoulders and something wicked glittering in those darkened eyes. A brief moment of panic seized you as you were tugged down from your throne of pillows. His flushed lips were parted, a bead of your nectar dribbling down his chin. Looking more akin to a wild animal in that moment than he did a man, you felt the unravelled knot begin to weave into something dangerous in your gut.

“You think this is over?” he demanded, practically snarling, lips pulling in a wide grin round his white teeth. He began placing kisses and nips to your trembling thighs, ghosted a shuddering breath over the heat between them. He already had you moaning from how sensitive you were. “It’s not over ‘til I say it is, sweetheart.”

He’d told you not to scream, so you had to clamp a hand over your mouth, cries muffled by your sticky palm that smelled of mint and saliva and the faint trace of sex. He attacked you, tongue and teeth and all, while you were still coming down from your first orgasm. Yet, your hips still bucked against him, and he kept tugging you closer, grinding the slit of your cunt against his face, suckling and nipping at the delicate folds and finally forcing his tongue back inside you. Your other hand found its way back into his hair, clutching the messy strands as if your life depended on it.

You were quite certain at this point that he was trying to kill you.

Finally, as if in frustration, he hooked a finger inside you, reaching places his tongue couldn’t, and you bit down on your hand, rolling your hips madly against him despite the fatigue that weighed on every limb. Your bliss rolled over you in white-hot waves, in shivers of burning cold that seemed to electrify your skull.

Coldfire.

“Come for me one more time, baby,” he urged you, trailing sloppy, wet kisses up your stomach, gliding his weight over you to witness the look on your face as he worked his finger inside you. The knot in your belly tightened and unravelled in the space of those words alone, and you shuddered out a groan as your toes curled and your thighs closed around him. You became limp again, head spinning and darkness hedging your vision.

“Good girl.” A kiss was placed at the swell of one breast, his nails running up and down your sides. Your legs were still slung over his shoulders, now hooked around the curve of his spine, and the last thing you felt before oblivion took you was the heat of his palms on your flesh, the scrape of his bloodied nails, the graze of his teeth and the softness of his lips as he worshipped your body with little praises.

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The dip of the bed beneath his weight was what woke you, your nose still buried in the cinnamon shampoo of his pillow and your nails clutching the fabric for dear life as the mattress creaked. Pain thudded beneath your skull, but not as intensely as before, and you were able to peek open your eyes, catching a glimpse of the alarm clock.

8:56.

A wicked finger of cold ran down your bare spine as the sensation of his body heat left you, but you remained still, waiting, like an animal playing dead. Maintaining an even breath this time. Shallow, faint.

The soft padding of Jackson’s feet against the carpet disappeared round the corner, along with the low melody of his whistle, and your breath hissed slowly from your teeth. You looked to the TV, now silent, and the blazer he’d folded across the stand. Your deadly affects were gone. Of course. Why would life ever make escaping your kidnapper that easy?

You glanced then to the door, your heart picking up speed in your chest.

But did you really want it to be easy?

Deep down, you couldn’t help but feel like you had something to prove. You’d let this man beat you and best you and had found yourself wrapped around his finger, and worse yet, he’d killed your target. You’d failed your mission.

He must’ve thought you were so pathetic.

The sound of a shower turned on, past the drywall divider of the hotel. The bathroom was located directly behind you, which must have meant the kitchenette was to your right, towards the window side.

8:59.

You had to take a minute to steady yourself against the edge of the bed as you pushed yourself up, the heels of your hands shaking against the mattress. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Head lowered between your legs, your dizziness gradually ebbed, and your toes brushed the carpet.

Legs trembling beneath you, cold washing across your nude form, you slowly crept your way into the kitchen, peering down the hall to the bathroom. Light pooled beneath the doorframe and, by the sound of it, the water still buffeted the porcelain of the tub, nearly masking his idle whistle.

Your scalp itched where you’d been struck, and you resisted the urge to paw at it. You wished desperately to fetch another glass of water to sate your parched tongue. But your eyes caught on the soft glint of knives along a magnetised strip on the wall, and you moved forward, heart pounding so hard in your skull that your breath caught in your chest, for you feared you would not be able to hear your surroundings.

The knife made the scarcest sound as you pulled it from the metal strip, and trembling fingers tightened round its handle, lowering the weapon to a defensive position at your belly. Some semblance of power coursed through your veins, hot and thick and whelming, intoxicating you for one moment as you drew a shaky breath into your lungs.

Until the noise of the shower and the whistling stopped, and your blood ran cold. The drip of water began to time to the mad beating of your heart and the rest was only silence.

Thud, thud, thud, thud…

Turning on your heel, you slipped round the corner of the wall divider and held your breath as the bathroom door swung open. A shiver passed through you in your cold sweat, and though you listened intently, the blood roared too loud in your ears to hear anything more.

“Put the knife down, sweetheart.” His voice came to you just from the other side of the wall, calm and warm, like a man coaxing his lover back from the cruel grip of calamity. You startled, your breath hissing between your teeth, though his words slid over your bare skin like silk.

Jackson emerged from behind the wall, fully clothed, hair not even damp from the shower. His hands rested at his sides, no weapons – he didn’t need them, for that tongue of his was as sharp as your knife and fire raged in those icy eyes.

“You tricked me,” you breathed, collecting yourself, stalling. He was right there in front of you… you could lash out, in one quick motion and allow your blade to meet blood and bone. “You knew I’d wake up and you turned the shower on to see what I’d do.”

“Very astute. Has anyone told you you should be a detective?” he rasped sarcastically, voice darkening. Despite his gentle plea to put aside your weapon, he had that predatory look about him that made your flesh crawl with bitter cold but your insides melt like honey.

In the second he took for his eyes to rake down your nude form, you darted to the left, reckoning you could outrun him better than you could fight him, but his hand caught your ankle and you fell, squirming in his grasp. The rough carpeting scraped your bruised flesh, and kicking at his hands, as you felt his weight clamber on top of you, clutching your knife tight as you attempted to draw it back in to your chest.

“I told you not to play games, sweetheart,” he said, hands gliding over your skin. The heat of his breath raked across the small of your back.

Twisting, you didn’t kick this time, but brought the knife in a wild slash towards him; his hand captured your wrist, squeezing again at the delicate blood vessels beneath your flesh, reminding you briefly of the brush of his lips against yours. The knife slipped between your fingers, landing somewhere beside your head in the sea of hair that spilled beneath you as you stared helplessly up at him.

There was no fear in his gaze. Only darkness.

“You know what happens to bad girls…” His other hand wove its way through your hair, bunching the locks in his fist and tugging at your scalp. Magma consumed your skull, and your lips parted in a breathless cry, the oxygen forced from burning lungs. Your fingers grabbed for his jaw, his throat, but as you tightened your hold, so did he; threads of hair snapped from their roots, and for one blinding second, all you knew was pain.

And without thinking, you screamed.

Jackson’s hand came to clamp around your mouth, frantically loosed from your hair, and instinct brought your hand in a striking blur across the hollow between his jaw and his throat, where you knew you could render him unconscious. His weight teetered over you, eyes widening, a gust of breath burning your eyes as it was forced from his lungs. Blinking wildly and gritting your teeth, you struck him again, until you managed to slip from beneath him. Fingers grasped for the knife, the cool, varnished wood of the handle a welcome comfort in your palm.

As you made it to your feet, he sent his teetering weight forwards, crashing against you but you held on tight to your blade even as the breath once more escaped your lungs, and your spine hit the wall, jarred but consumed by adrenaline that set your veins alight with fire.

“Fucking bitch,” he snarled, any playfulness of his façade shattering like the icy shards of his wild eyes. From his shift in tone, you knew that there was no going back.

Nails dug into your skin, cruel and unrelenting, and his arm slammed your right wrist into the wall, attempting to disarm you.

Little did he know, you had switched the knife to your left.

The heat of his blood spilled around your knuckles where you clutched the knife, having driven it deep beneath his ribs, and his nails loosened from your flesh, a wheezing cough sputtering against your cheeks. For good measure, and smirking revenge, you wove your fingers through his hair, and brought his skull against the wall.

A trail of crimson smeared across the alabaster-white as you watched him sink to the floor, your chest heaving with ireful breath and his eyelids fluttering, working hard to focus on you as his fingers grasped feebly for the knife you’d left buried in his stomach.

“Feels great, doesn’t it?” You hissed, cocking a brow at him. Standing here, watching as he gasped for his breath and tightened his grip round the knife, unaware he was slicing the flesh of his own fingers on the blade, you felt powerful.

While your adrenaline lasted, you gathered up your clothes – or rather, what remained of them –, shimmying your skirt over your hips and tugging your shirt over your arms. Next, you began searching drawers, yanking them wildly from the TV stand. One clattered to the floor, but at this point, noise was no longer your concern.

You found your belongings and snapped your garter over your thigh, checked the chamber and mag of your Ruger to find he’d been kind enough to load fresh bullets, and hooked a finger over the torn lace panties to bring them up in the low light of the room.

“You can keep them,” you said, tossing them against his face, his eyes still wide and his jaw now clenching. Something like fury passed through the blue of his gaze, but still no fear. Strangely, both unease and a familiar dash of excitement brewed beneath your flesh.

Finally, you made a call to 911 from the room’s phone, telling the operator that there was a man who’d been stabbed and desperately needed medical attention. You hung up just as they asked for your name, bloodied fingers tossing the phone on the bed in your haste. There was no point covering your tracks; your DNA was everywhere, and you knew, from the fury in the man’s eyes, that it wasn’t the law you would need to watch out for.

"Y/N," he wheezed, breath hissed between his clenched teeth, and you paused. "I'm going to fucking ruin you."

"Oh..." you purred, a smile twisting your lips. "I'm counting on it."

And it wasn't from his words, but from the excitement beneath your flesh and the dull ache of your loins that you knew that it would not be the last time you saw Jackson Rippner.

And as you left, door slamming in your wake, you realised,

Maybe you enjoyed your little games.

A.N. I'm on the fence about carrying this into a series since I have a lot to work on at the moment, but can definitely consider it if there's a demand!

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There’s a growing heap of urgent issues for Congress to tackle early in the new year, with Republican dysfunction making all of it worse. The latest addition to the list: affordable internet for millions of Americans—many of them in Republican districts. The Affordable Connectivity Program is projected to run out of funding in April, and with it the broadband connections of 22 million or more households. The ACP originated during the Trump administration, believe it or not, as part of pandemic relief programs. It provides a federal subsidy to low- and moderate-income families so they can get and stay online. Congress and President Joe Biden made the program permanent as part of the Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act in 2021, but they didn’t create a permanent funding mechanism for it in that law. The initial $17.4 billion allocation and the $30-per-month subsidies (bumped up to $75 on tribal lands and in high-cost rural areas) that it funds is dwindling, and some Republicans don’t want to give Biden a win by continuing to fund it. The ACP originated during the Trump administration, believe it or not, as part of pandemic relief programs. It provides a federal subsidy to low- and moderate-income families so they can get and stay online. Congress and President Joe Biden made the program permanent as part of the Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act in 2021, but they didn’t create a permanent funding mechanism for it in that law. The initial $17.4 billion allocation and the $30-per-month subsidies (bumped up to $75 on tribal lands and in high-cost rural areas) that it funds is dwindling, and some Republicans don’t want to give Biden a win by continuing to fund it. The ACP originated during the Trump administration, believe it or not, as part of pandemic relief programs. It provides a federal subsidy to low- and moderate-income families so they can get and stay online. Congress and President Joe Biden made the program permanent as part of the Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act in 2021, but they didn’t create a permanent funding mechanism for it in that law. The initial $17.4 billion allocation and the $30-per-month subsidies (bumped up to $75 on tribal lands and in high-cost rural areas) that it funds is dwindling, and some Republicans don’t want to give Biden a win by continuing to fund it. Nathan Kuenstler of Austin, Texas, is one of the people who could lose the subsidy. “$30 makes a difference budgeting for anything,” Kuenstler told Politico. He’s a community college student and volunteer “ambassador” for the ACP, meaning he hands out fliers and speaks at public meetings about the program. “That gives me $30 more to spend on my groceries in a week—$30, I can get gas, I can get milk, 36 eggs, some cheese, tortillas.”

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bucky-boychik-barnes · 7 months

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Random bucky question timeeee

Do you think Bucky would have tattoos? Like maybe something small or just one or two? Or lots. Or do you think it depends on whether its canon or an AU?

I LOVE THIS ASK

Let's say in this one instance that Bucky is not acting as a good Jewish boy, as the Torah forbids voluntary tattoos. (Anything needed for a medical procedure, or done by force, doesn't count from my reading.)

So we know Bucky shipped to England before going to Italy, and probably was in England a few times to touch base with SSR as. Howlie. Let's say he was able to stop off in London to go visit Harry Burchett, who was the 'king of tattooists' at the time.

Edith in the poster in the background is his wife, I love her.

Anyway, back to our boy. He wouldn't get anything too big, even though Burchett's designs could run that way - there's a large chance his ma and rabbis are gonna kill him over a small one as it is. I also don't think he would get a militaristic or nationalist tattoo - he didn't enlist for a reason, and he's a member of the ACP for a reason.

I think he would get a sweet heart tattoo.

This is a Lyle Tuttle design instead of a Burchett, but it was a popular choice for soldiers at the time. I am sure Burchett had one in his own style.

The swallow represents a journey across the ocean because it is a bird that can go long distances and return home. So soldiers would get swallow and ribbon tattoos to serve as a companionship symbol to keep their sweethearts close to them while away at war.

Unfortunately, he can't get Steve's name, as much as he would like some way to feel closer to him at that moment. If he got blue carded, it would shame his whole family and community back home.

And he can't put 'Mom' there, Winifred Barnes is gonna be so disappointed as it is.

So I think he goes with 'Becca' for his youngest sister. It's somewhere conspicuous, like maybe his chest near his ribcage, to keep it close but out of sight.

By the time Rebekah gets to see it, she's an old woman but Bucky has barely changed

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ivygorgon · 15 days

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An open letter to the U.S. Congress

Everyone deserves broadband! Renew the Affordable Connectivity Program.

904 so far! Help us get to 1,000 signers!

The Affordable Connectivity Program has been a critical lifeline for millions of Americans, providing essential access to high-speed internet. This program has enabled students to continue their education remotely, allowed adults to work from home, facilitated tele-health services, and ensured that individuals remain connected to their loved ones during challenging times. As the expiration date of the ACP approaches, I am deeply concerned about the potential loss of these vital services for those who need them the most. The expiration of this program would disproportionately impact low-income households, exacerbate the digital divide, and hinder our nation's progress towards ensuring universal access to high-speed internet. Therefore, I strongly urge Congress to act swiftly and renew the Affordable Connectivity Program. This renewal is not just a matter of maintaining the status quo but a step forward in building a more connected, inclusive, and equitable society. By renewing this program, Congress will demonstrate its commitment to bridging the digital divide and supporting the ongoing needs of all Americans in the digital age. Thanks.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files

Description: Throughout the multiverse, the SCP foundation prides itself in capturing and containing the anomalous and unknown. Of course, if you want to see the SCP's contained in our universe just look it up on their website but what about in the Cinematic or any other Universe? They are contained right here in this little collection called the Horror Movie Files!

Obviously, most of these will be based on horror movies, shows, cartoons, video games and MAYBE, but don't count on it, Anime. I will include anything and everything that I believe deserves to be an anomaly. It will sort of be like several fanfictions in one big fanfiction universe if that makes any sense... which it probably doesn’t. Also, I will be including my own fanmade SCP's, MTF's and GoI's because why not.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the SCP mythos. This will be a fanfiction based on the American side of the SCP foundation, International SCP’s might be mentioned but that’s it. Also please don’t assume I know everything about every cannon because let’s be honest no one does. So, if I say something that contradicts the current SCP universe then just assume I don’t know or don’t care about it. This is a fanfiction after all so things are bound to get messy. So please bear with me as I try to make this mess work.

SCP: HMF - Departments and Divisions Hub

SCP: HMF - Mobile Task Force Hub

SCP: HMF - Groups of Interest Hub

SCP: HMF - Tales Hub

SCP: HMF - Documents of Interest

SCP: HMF - YouTube Playlist

SCP’s:

SCP-AAA - Slither

SCP-AAB - The Ritual

SCP-AAC - Killer Klowns from Outer Space

SCP-AAD - The Thing

SCP-AAE - The Ruins

SCP-AAF - IT

SCP-AAG - It Follows

SCP-AAH - Pet Sematary

SCP-AAI - Hellraiser

SCP-AAJ - The Stuff

SCP-AAK - The Bay

SCP-AAL - Body Melt

SCP-AAM - X-files S1 E3 Squeeze

SCP-AAN - Mimic

SCP-AAO - Silent Hill

SCP-AAP - Christine

SCP-AAQ - X-files S1 E8 Ice

SCP-AAR - The Blob

SCP-AAS - Firestarter

SCP-AAT - Critters

SCP-AAU - X-Files S1 E12 Fire

SCP-AAV - Child's Play

SCP-AAW - A Nightmare on Elm Street

SCP-AAX - Back to the Future

SCP-AAY - Resident Evil - T Virus

SCP-AAZ - Terminator

SCP-ABA - The Evil Dead

SCP-ABB - The Mist

SCP-ABC - Evolution

SCP-ABD - Assassin’s Creed: Apple of Eden

SCP-ABE - Resident Evil - G Virus

SCP-ABF - Pulse

SCP-ABG - Assassin's Creed: Ring of Eden

SCP-ABH - Resident Evil 3

SCP-ABI - Smile

SCP-ABJ - Assassin's Creed - Hnituðr

SCP-ABK - The Hallow

SCP-ABL - OC 10

SCP-ABM - Assassin's Creed - Gungnir

SCP-ABN - X-Files S1 E14 Genderbender

SCP-ABO - Cloverfield

SCP-ABP - Assassin's Creed - Spear of Leonidas

SCP-ABQ - Godzilla

SCP-ABR - Friday the 13th

SCP-ABS - Antlers

SCP-ABT - Assassin's Creed: Staves of Eden

SCP-ABU - Mothra

SCP-ABV - Assassin's Creed - Swords of Eden

SCP-ABW - OC 1

SCP-ABX - OC 2

SCP-ABY - Assassin's Creed - Ankh

SCP-ABZ - Splinter

SCP-ACA - Jeepers Creepers

SCP-ACB - Blood Sickness of The White Sands Village

SCP-ACC - OC 4

SCP-ACD - Deadman Wonderland

SCP-ACE - Goosebumps - Monster Blood

SCP-ACF - Apollo 18

SCP-ACG - Junji Ito - Tomie

SCP-ACH - Tron

SCP-ACI - Fullmetal Alchemist - Alchemy

SCP-ACJ - Ghidorah

SCP-ACK - Junji Ito - Headless Statues

SCP-ACL - Halloween

SCP-ACM - Terrifier

SCP-ACN - King Kong

SCP-ACO - The Polar Express

SCP-ACP - Carrie

SCP-ACQ - Splice

SCP-ACR - Ghosts of Mars

SCP-ACS - Godzilla - Hollow Earth

SCP-ACT - OC 3

SCP-ACU - Leprechaun

SCP-ACV - Malignant

SCP-ACW - Russian Sleep Experiment

SCP-ACX - Mechagodzilla

SCP-ACY - OC 7

SCP-ACZ - OC 15

SCP-ADA - Goosebumps - Say Cheese and Die!

SCP-ADB - X-Files S1 E18 Miracle Man

SCP-ADC - Pacific Rim

SCP-ADD - Jurassic Park

SCP-ADE - Man in the Suit

SCP-ADF - Five Night's at Freddy's

SCP-ADG - Nes Godzilla

SCP-ADH - Hakaijuu

SCP-ADI - Final Destination

SCP-ADJ - Choo Choo Charles

SCP-ADK - Bioshock

SCP-ADL - The Faculty

SCP-ADM - Ao Oni

SCP-ADN - Resident Evil 4

SCP-ADO - The Shining

SCP-ADP - M3GAN

SCP-ADQ - The Shape of Water

SCP-ADR - Prototype

SCP-ADS - OC 5

SCP-ADT - OC 9

SCP-ADU - Resident Evil 5

SCP-ADV - Doctor Sleep

SCP-ADW - OC 17

SCP-ADX - Benny Loves You

SCP-ADY - Elfen Lied

SCP-ADZ - Life

SCP-AEA - Gremlins

SCP-AEB - Candle Cove

SCP-AEC - Thankskilling

SCP-AED - Angel Hare

SCP-AEE - Cardboard

SCP-AEF - Re Animator

SCP-AEG - Intro to the Alien Invasion

SCP-AEI - Polybius

SCP-AEJ - The Wyoming Incident

SCP-AEK - Pikmin

SCP-AEL - Jack Frost

SCP-AEM - OC 19

SCP-AEN - A Quiet Place

SCP-AEO - Pikmin - Goolix

SCP-AEP - Tremors

SCP-AEQ - The Birds

SCP-AER - Attack of the Killer Tomatoes!

SCP-AES - Pikmin - Smoky Progg

SCP-AET - Dave Made a Maze

SCP-AEU - Candyman

SCP-AEV - Picture Inspiration 1

SCP-AEW - Pikmin - Bulborbs

SCP-AEX - Brightburn

SCP-AEY - Junji Ito - Uzumaki

SCP-AEZ - OC 13

SCP-AFA - The Invasion of Godzilla

SCP-AFB - Stung

SCP-AFD - Transformers - Energon

SCP-AFE - The Twilight Zone S1 E6

SCP-AFF - Truth or Dare

SCP-AFG - Resident Evil 6

SCP-AFH - OC 6

SCP-AFI - Yume Nikki

SCP-AFJ - Tommy Taffy

SCP-AFK - The Babadook

SCP-AFL - Five Nights at Freddy's - Springtrap

SCP-AFM - OC 20

SCP-AFN - Rubber

SCP-AFO - OC 12

SCP-AFP - About Time

SCP-AFQ - Bendy and the Ink Machine

SCP-AFR - The Rake

SCP-AFS - Unbreakable

SCP-AFT - OC 14

SCP-AFU - Pontypool

SCP-AFW - Garten of Banban

SCP-AFX - Coraline

SCP-AFY - Attack the Block

SCP-AFZ - Resident Evil 7

SCP-AGA - OC 21

SCP-AGB - Dead Space

SCP-AGC - Happy Death Day

SCP-AGE - Resident Evil 8

SCP-AGZ - Krampus

SCP-AHH - Alan Wake

SCP-AHT - The Smile Tapes

SCP-AIA - Harmony and Horror - Bonzo

SCP-AIF - Harmony and Horror - Sophia

SCP-AIL - Harmony and Horror - Henry

SCP-AJK - Puppet Master

SCP-AJY - Arrival

SCP-AKS - Goosebumps - Stay out of the Basement.

SCP-ALF - ALF

SCP-ALK - The Ring

SCP-AMS - The Last of Us

SCP-AMZ - Gemini Home Entertainment - Wood Crawlers

SCP-ANE - Gemini Home Entertainment - Nature’s Mockery

SCP-ANJ - Gemini Home Entertainment - Neptune

SCP-ANO - Gemini Home Entertainment - The Iris

SCP-AOY - OC 8

SCP-APT - OC 25

SCP-AQC - Junji Ito - BEEHIVE

SCP-AQO - Parasyte

SCP-ARF - Resistance

SCP-ARN - Slender Man

SCP-ARR - Raving Rabbits

SCP-ASN - 9

SCP-ASR - Siren

SCP-ASS - OC 18

SCP-ASZ - Before I Wake

SCP-ATA - Junji Ito - The Long Hair in the Attic

SCP-ATI - Goosebumps - Welcome to Dead House

SCP-ATP - Annihilation

SCP-ATQ - Infamous: Ray Sphere

SCP-ATV - Infamous - The Beast

SCP-AUX - Vintage Eight - The Tangi Virus

SCP-AVC - Vintage Eight - The Oracle Project

SCP-AVQ - Local 58

SCP-AWS - Winter of 83

SCP-AXA - Vita Carnis

SCP-AXI - Hell Girl

SCP-AXP - OC 11

SCP-AYJ - Junji Ito - Dying Young

SCP-AZJ - Village of the Damned

SCP-AZX - Zalgo

SCP-AZY - OC 16

SCP: HMF - Departments and Divisions Hub

SCP: HMF - Mobile Task Force Hub

SCP: HMF - Groups of Interest Hub

SCP: HMF - Tales Hub

SCP: HMF - Documents of Interest

SCP: HMF - YouTube Playlist

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mariacallous · 1 year

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The North Star of communications policy should be to make services faster, better, and cheaper for all. Yet, next year, about 50 million Americans could find that their access to the core communications service of our time—broadband—has become slower, worse, and more expensive, with many even likely to be disconnected. That shift would constitute the biggest step any country has ever taken to widen, rather than close, its digital divide.

The reason for the potential debacle? The Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP), which provides a $30 per month subsidy for broadband to over 16 million households (with the number continuing to grow) will run out of funds.

Congress established the ACP in the Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act (IIJA) of 2021. That law correctly observed that “a broadband connection and digital literacy are increasingly critical to how individuals participate in the society, economy, and civic institutions of the United States; and access health care and essential services, obtain education, and build careers.”

To assure that all were connected, the law appropriated $65 billion to broadband. Congress devoted most of the funds to network deployments in unserved and underserved areas, but there was another $14.25 billion allocated to the ACP to assure that broadband would be affordable to all. The program is projected exhaust all its funds sometime in the first half of 2024.

The end of the program would be a disaster for families who generally have little savings or discretionary income and will suddenly face monthly broadband charges of $30 or more. It would also rob the broader economy of an opportunity to grow faster due to universal connectivity. As demonstrated by a 2021 study on the employment effects of subsidized broadband for low-income Americans, such programs increase employment rates and earnings of eligible individuals due to greater labor force participation and decreased probability of unemployment, with a benefit of $2,200 annually for low-income households.

Ending the program would also limit the enormous potential for savings in critical services that broadband can deliver. For example, in health care, data from Cigna Healthcare shows that patients save an average of $93 when using non-urgent virtual care instead of an in-person visit. Similarly, patients save an average of $120 when the virtual visit involves a specialist, and $141 with a virtual urgent-care clinic over an in-person one. Given that the Medicaid-eligible population and the ACP-eligible population overlap significantly, the savings for the government in assuring all can afford telehealth likely pays for itself. In addition, as Brookings Metro has previously noted, widespread broadband access also leads to improved outcomes in education, jobs, and social services, which would be lost if the ACP elapses.

The ACP’s expiration will also create problems for the Broadband Equity, Access, and Deployment (BEAD) Program—the $42.5 billion network deployment program Congress created in the IIJA. A study reviewing the ACP’s impact on BEAD concluded that it reduces the subsidy needed to incentivize providers to build in rural areas by 25% per household, writing: “The existence of ACP, which subsidizes subscriber service fees up to $360 per year, reduces the per-household subsidy required to incentivize ISP investment by $500, generating benefit for the government and increasing the market attractiveness for new entrants and incumbent providers.” As the National Urban League has observed, that study demonstrates that “if Congress fails to reauthorize ACP, the federal government likely will end up overpaying for broadband deployments. As a result, the federal dollars will end up funding deployments to significantly fewer unserved and underserved homes and businesses.”

The obvious solution is for Congress to continue funding the program. That is possible, as it enjoys bipartisan support. For example, former Republican FCC Commissioner Michael O’Rielly penned an op-ed titled “A Conservative Case for the Affordable Connectivity Program.” EducationSuperhighway, a national nonprofit with the mission of closing the digital divide, identified 28 governors who have prioritized implementing the ACP, including those from deep-red states such as Alabama, Idaho, and Mississippi. And polling suggests the program is widely popular among the public, with a January poll showing a “strong bipartisan majority of voters (78 percent) support continuing the ACP, including 64 percent of Republicans, 70 percent of Independents, and 95 percent of Democrats.”

But despite the ACP’s importance and popularity, it is questionable whether the Republican-controlled House will continue funding it, given the party’s attacks on other social safety net programs.

Should ACP funding be discontinued, there are alternatives—but all come with their own concerns. The FCC could fund the program itself, through the mechanism by which it funds universal service programs. That framework, however, is already under stress from legal challenges to its constitutionality and a shrinking revenue base, which has declined by 63% in the last two decades. States could design their own programs, such as New York did by requiring providers to offer a $15 broadband service to low-income residents. But in 2021, a judge ruled that the program violates federal law. Moreover, it is questionable whether the country’s universal service ambitions are best served by a fragmented set of state programs.

The National Urban League proposed a promising alternative in its Lewis Latimer Plan for Digital Equity and Inclusion. (Disclosure: The author of this piece assisted the National Urban League in its development of the Latimer Plan and its analysis of the implications of the ACP on the BEAD program.) Noting the cost savings demonstrated through telehealth, the plan proposed allowing Medicaid to enable states to provide broadband vouchers, like what the ACP offers, to eligible persons. This is similar to the way health insurance providers offer non-medical benefits that, over time, reduce the cost of health coverage. Of course, such a plan would require an administrative process to determine if and how to proceed. But it offers an alternative that would provide a sustainable source of funding.

The ACP, like any new program, could use some incremental fixes. As a Government Accountability Office review of the program noted, the FCC could improve performance goals and measures, consumer outreach, and fraud risk management. The FCC is working to do so.

But those reforms should not take our eyes off the crisis close at hand. Two years ago, the government came together in an unusually bipartisan way to assure that all could afford the broadband service they need in their homes to fully participate in the economy and society. Since then, the importance of broadband for accessing essential services has only grown. We should make the years ahead be the ones when we finally close the digital divide—not allow it to grow even more.

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Masterlist

Takes place between ACP 2 and 3

Zak's having a day he'd describe as somewhere between finding 20 quid on the ground and finding an alien. Not the best day ever, but still pretty good.

His mechanics teacher had held up his project as an example to the class and he beat the guy who he sits next to in literature class at basketball, a sport he's only tried out last week. Maybe being a mutant helped? Nah, he's just good.

He's about to sit in the cafeteria, his tray of a pizza slice and a drink in his hands. He spots his art class friends and goes to sit with them. But he pauses and notices the table behind them, a girl with red hair and green eyes sat alone on her phone, ignoring everyone else, even her sandwich. He decides to go talk to her, eating lunch alone probably sucks.

He walks over and stands at the edge of the table. "Mind if I sit here?"

She looks up before waving a hand, then turning back to her phone. Zak frowned, maybe she didn't want him to bother her. He decides to sit down anyway.

"So, how was your day?"

"Is this just going to be small talk? Because you can go back to your friends if it is."

He blinks, "How do you know I -"

"I was watching you. I mean, not really watching you. But I have good vision."

There's a mean thought in his head that he shakes off, "Right. What do you wanna talk about then?"

She shrugs, "What are you into?"

"Me? Drawing, building things. I guess aliens too."

She raises a brow, "Aliens huh? Like Area 51? Give over."

"It's true! Aliens are real. You just don't get it."

"Whatever, I'm more into werewolves."

He shifts in his seat a little and lets out a nervous laugh. "Oh and why's that?"

"Because I am one."

Zak stares blankly for a few seconds before his mind processes her words, "A what?"

"I'm a werewolf! You know, furry ears, sharp claws, howls at the moon. A werewolf!

People around them on other tables fall silent and listen in on their conversation. Zak grits his teeth.

"Stop saying that."

"Why? Is it a swear word? I'm not a swearwolf!" She says too loudly, then laughs even louder.

There's murmurs of 'what did she just say?' and bursts of laughter. Zak gets up from his chair and grabs her wrist, pulling her out of the canteen.

"Hey! What's your problem huh? You wolfist or something?"

He walks into a unisex toilet and lets go of her wrist. He scans her face, frowning at her. Maybe she's just being weird. Maybe she's a furry, like Trevor from maths. Maybe-

"Boo!" Claws flick out of her fingers and her eyes burn gold. Zak jumps back and his back hits the sink. She laughs out.

Zak pushes himself off the sink and watches her, "You-you're-"

This wasn't meant to happen, he was just going to go to college and act normal and everything would be fine. There wasn't supposed to be another mutant here.

"Who are you?" he asks, voice shaking.

"Marcy Abrahams." Her arm covered in an orange woolen over jacket extends a hand.

He shakes his head, "You can't be here."

"Oh come on. You're one too right? That's why you're acting out. Show me. Go on."

"This isn't about me! You can't just do this! Everyone's going to find out! You have to keep it a secret."

"What, no one's going to believe me anyway. Who cares?"

He sighs and leans back against the sink. "There are people who will very much believe you. And would very much like to get their hands on you. So no more transforming, talking about wolves or anything. Do you understand?"

She seems to consider his words before her eyes turn back to a deep green and her claws detract. "Fine. But only because I want us to be friends. I'm not scared about being found out and neither should you."

"You should be." he mutters and makes a mental note to call Rosie about this later, "But for now, keep it a secret."

The bell for the next class rings and he moves toward the door .

"Wait. Show me your transformation then. Don't leave me hanging."

He freezes. "I can't." he says quietly.

She blinks, "What, do you mean like, you can't do it on command?"

Heat rises to his face and she smirks.

"He can't do it on command!" she announces with a grin and he shushes her.

"What did I just say?"

"Sorry," she says with a laugh, "Anyway we'll be late, come on!"

She rushes out of the door and he sighs, following behind her. He had a sense that something bad is going to come from this but he shakes it off and goes to his next class.

#acp #zak's college days #trio of idiots arc #marcy :)

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enberlight · 2 years

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Shiny Numbers!

My second post to break 1k has done it thrice over, and had a beautiful momentary balancing act. Isn't it lovely? (Edit: it actually balanced three times! But I can't find the third screenshot.)

(It's this post, btw.)

If you're eligible for the ACP you can get 100 MBps internet for $30/mo, plus a monthly credit of $30 to bring that down to $0 (or use on other tiers). If you're low income you may qualify; those on SNAP, TANF, Medicaid, and similar programs will. Program info and sign up is on the linked post.

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SILENCE 2: THE NIGHT OWL BAR SHOOTOUT Review: A Mystery Thriller

Silence 2: The Night Owl Bar Shootout is a new mystery thriller that acts as a sequel to the 2021 Silence… Can You Hear It. However, the sequel has very little, if any connections to the original, so prior viewing is not required. The new thriller has a lot going on, sometimes to its detriment. While the morals and message of the story are well-intentioned, the execution feels overly complicated as it becomes guilty of trying to do too much all at once. Read on for my full Silence 2 review. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNIoC1oNOj8&pp=ygUkc2lsZW5jZSAyIHRoZSBuaWdodCBvd2wgYmFyIHNob290b3V0 Please note that the following Silence 2 review will be completely spoiler-free. The Story Of Silence 2 A grisly multiple murder shooting at a dive bar beckons ACP Avinash Verma (Manoj Bajpayee) to the scene. Even before he arrives, his boss tells him that the shoot-out has to do with a politician’s secretary, and Avinash gets the case to ensure the murders don’t expose anything embarrassing for the government. So when we get the revelation that this is a Red Herring in the plot later on, it’s hardly a surprise, seeing how it was telegraphed from earlier. As Avinash digs deeper, the shoot-out becomes connected to a plethora of other, larger conspiracies involving blackmail, sex, human trafficking, queer victimizing, and many other social issues. It’s almost all too much for the execution to properly handle, so it comes off as a surface-level examination only, without any nuance. While certain aspects of the thriller mystery feel very well written, such as the technical forensic jargon. Which, while maybe a little far-fetched, was no less believable than those CSI TV shows from the early 2000s. More dramatic flair than an attempt at a realistic depiction. Manoj Bajpayee Carries The Movie With A Serviceable Supporting Cast While the story in this Silence 2 review may not be perfect, its lead actor is impeccable. The always-talented Bajpayee is his charming self, committing to every moment and delivering a fine performance. Bajpayee makes a meal out of the material he has to work with, and I wish he had more to do. While the story moves at a moderate pace, enough to keep audiences engaged, it’s almost too focused on its murder mystery plot. We can’t really connect as an audience to Avinash, because we know nothing about his personal life, or who he is outside of his job. Barring one pretty great scene when his daughter checks in on him in his new house. Avinash is clearly lonely and dealing with some things, and I wish the story explored more of his demons and how they affect his work. Similarly, the supporting cast of Silence 2 has some talent included. Avinash’s seemingly second in command is Inspector Bhatia (Prachi Desai), who I’ve been a fan of for a while. However, besides just being another cop on the case, we learn nothing about her personal life. Same with Sahil Vaid, who made a name playing the hero’s sidekick in comedies like Humpty Sharma Ki Dulhania. Seeing him in a more serious crime thriller in Silence 2 was very intriguing, but again, I wish his character had more to do. Silence 2 Movie Review Is Spoiler-Free Ultimately, Silence 2 is an engaging watch that moves along at a pretty decent pace. But the runtime would have been better served if the main characters were fleshed out more, and more screen time given to them, than the myriad of misdirections and seemingly separate plot lines. The writing of the movie is very ambitious as it struggled with a very complex plot with plot twists and threads that, for the most part, work. But the execution of how it all comes together feels too much to take on. For example, there’s a weird Keyser Soze-like montage near the end of act two, but the ultimate climax never connects the efforts of the villains to that scene. Silence 2 is a serviceable watch with friends or in a group setting, especially for Bajpayee whose performance makes up for any lack of writing or execution. Silence 2: The Night Owl Bar Shootout is now streaming on ZEE5. What did you think of Silence 2? Let us know in the comments below. Or follow me on X (formerly Twitter) at @theshahshahid for more Bollywood thoughts.

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Understanding the Composition and Structure of Aluminum Composite Panel (ACP) Sheets

Aluminum Composite Panel (ACP) Sheets

The excellent qualities and versatility of Aluminum Composite Panel (ACP) sheets have led to their tremendous appeal in the construction and design sector. Constructed from a non-aluminum core and two aluminum sheets, ACP sheets provide a special blend of strength, portability, and style. This article will examine the components and manufacturing method of ACP sheets, delving deeper into their makeup and structure.

Composition of ACP Sheets

1. Aluminum Sheets:

The external layers of ACP sheets consist of premium aluminum. Usually, a protective layer is applied to these aluminum sheets to increase their resilience to UV rays, weathering, and corrosion. The application and particular needs can affect the thickness of the aluminum sheets.

2. Core Material:

A core substance, positioned in between the layers of aluminum, gives the panel its rigidity and stability. Typically, non-aluminum materials like mineral-filled thermoplastic, fire-rated polyethylene (FR), or polyethylene (PE) are used as the core material. The overall functionality and properties of the ACP sheet are influenced by the selection of core material.

Structure of ACP Sheets

1. Front Aluminum Sheet:

The visible outer layer of the ACP panel is the front aluminum sheet, sometimes referred to as the facing sheet. It acts as the main line of defense against environmental factors like moisture, sunshine, and impact from objects. Numerous colors, textures, and finishes are available for the front aluminum sheet, creating countless design options..

2. Core Material:

The core material, which is sandwiched between the front and rear aluminum sheets, gives the ACP panel its structural integrity and dimensional stability. The core material can be selected based on its fire resistance, insulating qualities, or lightweight nature, contingent upon the needs of the application.

3. Back Aluminum Sheet:

The rear aluminum sheet offers the ACP panel even more security and protection, much like the front aluminum sheet does. Additionally, it enhances the panel's overall aesthetic appeal, particularly in applications where both sides are visible.

Conclusion

Modern construction projects are being approached by architects, designers, and builders in a completely new way thanks to Aluminum Composite Panel (ACP) sheets. ACP sheets provide an infinite number of opportunities for producing beautiful facades, signs, and interior design elements because of their lightweight, durable, and versatile construction. Professionals can fully realize the creative potential of ACP sheets, a revolutionary building material, by comprehending its composition and structure .

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AHEPA Senior Living Residents Advocate for the Affordable Connectivity Program

The Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP), a critical initiative launched in December 2021 during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, has become a lifeline for millions of Americans, especially older Americans. Today, internet availability is a necessity, not a luxury. And the ACP’s role in discounting internet access by up to $30 a month to low-income households is vital. Here, we’ll aim to highlight the necessity of the ACP for older Americans, underscore AHEPA Senior Living’s (ASL) dedication to senior wellness across America and illustrate ASL’s commitment to fostering community engagement among seniors.

The Importance of the Affordable Connectivity Program for Seniors

For many older Americans, the internet is more than a platform for information and entertainment – it’s a vital connection to the outside world. For example, nearly half of the residents in the AHEPA 35 Senior Manor, Nashua, New Hampshire, community rely on the ACP for internet access, without which they would face increased isolation and a significant reduction in their quality of life.

An ASL Service Coordinator who serves the Iowa communities shared that a local company offers a plan for customers who qualify for the ACP for $30 per month. When the ACP discount is applied, they receive free internet.

From using YouTube for educational and entertainment purposes to using virtual assistants such as Amazon Alexa, Google Assistant, or Siri to connect with family members or call for emergency assistance to listening to audiobooks for those residents who are visually impaired, the importance of the internet to older Americans cannot be overstated.

Residents from across ASL communities have reached out with their testimonials on why this program is so critical to their overall well-being. These testimonials include examples of finding critical medical devices at reasonable prices, reducing social isolation, and increasing feelings of independence and safety.

The ACP program has allowed me to order stockings online and save $30 a month. The stockings I purchase are well over $200 a month. They are necessary for my health, and the $30 monthly credit for internet use was a big help. The benefit has allowed me to be on Zoom to see and socialize with friends I’m unable to physically visit.”

– A resident of AHEPA 78 Apartments, Merrillville, Indiana

The ACP has been a game-changer for ASL’s residents, enabling them to stay in touch with family members in different states. For older Americans, the internet has become a critical tool for maintaining relationships and accessing vital services.

Recently, one resident who struggled every month to pay for their internet, which helped talk to their grandchildren, emphasized the program. The ACP was necessary because they wanted to see their grandchildren who live in another state grow up. I connected this resident to the ACP program, and now, this resident does not have to worry about paying an internet bill. This was all because I could sign them up for the ACP program.

– A service coordinator, AHEPA 310 Phases V, VI, and VII, Mobile, Alabama

Thanks to ACP, this worry was alleviated.

Bipartisan Support and Legislative Action

The ACP enjoys bipartisan support, evidenced by the January 2024 introduction of the ACP Extension Act, backed by lawmakers like Senator Peter Welch and Congresswoman Yvette Clarke. This bill, detailed on both Welch and Clarke’s official websites, seeks to provide an additional $7 billion in funding to the ACP. The urgency of this extension is due to the projected exhaustion of the ACP funds by April 2024. Introducing this act is crucial in ensuring the continuation of internet services to over 22.5 million households, including many older Americans.

This bipartisan effort reflects a national acknowledgment of the ACP’s value, transcending political divisions. The widespread support is echoed by the involvement of elected officials from various states, specifically those with high ACP enrollment rates. Such legislative action is vital in sustaining a program that has proven to be a crucial tool for seniors to stay connected and access necessary services.

Community Engagement and Advocacy

Residents and staff at ASL have actively demonstrated their commitment to advocacy, particularly in the ACP. This involvement is an outstanding example of ASL’s encouragement for older Americans to engage in their communities. Many of ASL’s residents drafted and signed a letter to Congressman Joe Courtney, and due to their involvement, Courtney invited them to participate in a press conference.

Courtney’s Office said, “It was a very impactful event, with Sam, Debbe, and residents attending making all the difference. Sam’s and Debbe’s remarks very much underscored the importance of the ACP.”

The press conference landed media placement in The Day and WFSB-TV 3

Read:residents’ letter and signatures to Courtney

Such activities support vital causes like the ACP and foster a sense of purpose and connection among older Americans, further enhancing their overall well-being.

Read More: residents’ letters to Congresswoman Emilia Sykes

Additionally, residents’ engagement extends beyond their letter-writing campaigns. Through information sessions and assistance in applying for the ACP, ASL empowers its residents to take advantage of this critical resource. One of the initial senior communities to incorporate the ACP when the program was piloted was an AHEPA community in Haverhill, Massachusetts. LeadingAge, the leading association of mission-driven providers of aging services for older Americans, profiled that success story.

Having access to the Affordable Connectivity Program since June 6, 2022, has been a gift for many residents at AHEPA 39 Apartments. Some residents did not have access due to the cost of internet services. ACP’s funding and reduced price allowed the residents to learn new skills that helped them connect with family, shop online, explore, and learn as well as other online interests. Access opened up so much for seniors who are on fixed incomes. Ending the discount that this program offers will mean many if not most, who are enjoying it now will not be able to afford to continue. At this stage of their lives, seniors tend to be shut in more, experiencing more profound depression and loneliness as well as increased mental health issues. Ending the Affordable Connectivity Program will hurt this more vulnerable population.

– A service coordinator, AHEPA 39 Apartments, Haverhill, Massachusetts

This proactive approach reflects ASL’s broader commitment to fostering civic responsibility and community involvement, embodying the ethos that engagement in societal issues is integral to the wellness and enrichment of senior life.

Conclusion

The Affordable Connectivity Program is more than a policy for many older Americans. It’s a vital connection to the world, helping maintain social connections with loved ones and enabling access to essential services. AHEPA Senior Living’s active participation in advocating for the ACP’s extension demonstrates its commitment to the well-being and engagement of older Americans in the community.

Original content source: https://ahepaseniorliving.org/blog/ahepa-senior-living-residents-advocate-for-the-affordable-connectivity-program/

#AHEPA 35 Senior Manor #Senior Living In New Hampshire #Independent Housing in Indiana #Independent Senior Living in Alabama #Affordable Senior Housing Massachusetts

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Murder Mubarak Trailer Released: Plot, Star Cast, Release Date and More Details!

Hey Bollywood fans, get ready for some thrilling news! The much-awaited trailer of Murder Mubarak has finally been released, and it's packed with suspense, drama, and a stellar cast led by Sara Ali Khan and Karisma Kapoor.

1. What's the Story Behind Murder Mubarak?

Imagine stepping into a world where every corner hides a secret, and every smile conceals a lie. That's the essence of Murder Mubarak. Set in the exclusive Royal Delhi Club, this murder mystery unfolds when a shocking crime shatters the tranquility of high society. As the investigation unfolds, ACP Bhavani Singh, played by the versatile Pankaj Tripathi, delves into the lives of the club's elite members to uncover the truth. With every revelation, the tension mounts, and the stakes get higher.

2. Murder Mubarak Trailer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBQcU00U9O0&ab_channel=NetflixIndia Explain Murder Mubarak Trailer The "Murder Mubarak" trailer gives us a peek into the Royal Delhi Club, once a hangout for the British elite. Now, even though the British are gone, the club still holds on to its Britishness, with members acting more English than ever. The trailer hints that everything might have stayed the same if not for an accident. But it turns out, it wasn't an accident at all - it was murder! Assistant Commissioner of Police Bhavani Singh makes it clear that what happened at the club was no accident but a deliberate act of violence. The trailer introduces us to Leo, a mysterious and charming figure who seems to have captivated the ladies. There's talk about a gun with a history of violence, possibly connected to the murder. We see Sara Ali Khan expressing fear of being followed, adding a layer of suspense. The trailer suggests that the murderer is among the people seen in the club, perhaps even congratulating themselves on their crime. There's a dramatic exchange between characters, with one person denying their son's involvement in the murder while another confidently asserts their ability to manipulate the truth in court. The trailer ends with a chilling reminder that killers aren't always obvious, they could be ordinary people like you and me. However, the seriousness of the moment is broken when the director complains about the color of the blood in the movie, adding a touch of humor to the tension.

3. The All-Star Cast: Sara Ali Khan, Karisma Kapoor, and More!

One of the highlights of Murder Mubarak is its ensemble cast. From the charming Sara Ali Khan to the iconic Karisma Kapoor, each actor brings their A-game to the table. Joining them are Vijay Varma, Dimple Kapadia, Sanjay Kapoor, Tisca Chopra, and Suhail Nayyar, making this movie a must-watch for every Bollywood enthusiast.

4. Karisma Kapoor's Comeback

For fans eagerly awaiting Karisma Kapoor's return to the big screen, Murder Mubarak is a treat. At the trailer launch, Karisma shared her excitement about the project, highlighting the unique script and her bond with director Homi Adajania. Her role in the film promises to be a departure from the ordinary, adding another layer of intrigue to the already captivating storyline.

5. What is Murder Mubarak Movie Release Date?

Make sure to mark March 15 on your calendars because that's when Murder Mubarak hits Netflix screens. Directed by Homi Adajania and produced by Dinesh Vijan, this movie is set to redefine the thriller genre with its gripping narrative and stellar performances.

6. Murder Mubarak Movie Is Based On?

Murder Mubarak’ is based on Anuja Chauhan’s whodunit ‘Club You to Death’. Murder Mubarak Plot Based On 'Club You to Death' Whodunit When a fit personal trainer is found dead at the fancy Delhi Turf Club just before the club elections, everyone thinks it's an accident. But then they discover his protein shake was spiked with a dangerous party drug. It seems like one of the club members is a killer. As rumors and theories swirl around the city, veteran Crime Branch detective ACP Bhavani Singh is called in to solve the case. With the help of his skilled team - former lovers Akash 'Kashi' Dogra and Bambi Todi - ACP Bhavani dives into the investigation. What seems like a simple case turns out to be a complex mystery with connections as deep as the roots of New Delhi's famous neem trees. "Club You to Death" is a thrilling blend of suspense, humor, and romance by Anuja Chauhan. Is Murder Mubarak Based on true story? No, Murder Mubarak movie is not based on true story. Instead this is based on novel 'Club You to Death'. And the novel is fiction. Murder Mubarak Remake of which Movie? Murder Mubarak is not a remake of any movie. Instead it is based on novel 'Club You to Death'.

7. Are there any movies similar to the Murder Mubarak Movie?

Yes, there are movies that have plots similar to the movie Murder Mubarak. Some films with comparable themes of suspense, humor, and romance include "Knives Out," "Murder Mystery," and "Gosford Park."

8. Murder Mubarak Budget

The estimated budget for making Murder Mubarak is around Rs 40 Crore.

9. What Can We Expect From Murder Mubarak Movie ?

From "Murder Mubarak," expect an exciting murder mystery movie with lots of suspense and a bit of humor. Directed by Homi Adajania, it stars famous actors like Sara Ali Khan and Karisma Kapoor. Just like other entertaining movies like "Stree" and "Chor Nikal Ke Bhaga," this one promises to keep you guessing until the end. With ACP Bhavani Singh leading the investigation into a murder at the Royal Delhi Club, get ready for a thrilling story full of surprises and twists.

10. Will 'Murder Mubarak' on Netflix be worth watching?

Yes, "Murder Mubarak" on Netflix will be worth watching! With its star-studded cast, including Sara Ali Khan and Karisma Kapoor, and directed by Homi Adajania, this murder mystery promises to be both thrilling and entertaining. Drawing parallels to successful movies like "Stree" and "Chor Nikal Ke Bhaga," "Murder Mubarak" is expected to offer a captivating storyline with suspense, humor, and unexpected twists. So, if you enjoy engaging mysteries with talented actors and compelling plots, "Murder Mubarak" is a must-watch on Netflix.

11. How does Vijay Varma's role in the film 'Murder Mubarak' differ from his previous characters?

In "Murder Mubarak," Vijay Varma portrays a character in a murder mystery set in a posh Delhi club. Compared to his previous roles, such as in the movie "Darlings" and the TV series "Dahaad," Vijay Varma's character in "Murder Mubarak" may exhibit similar traits of complexity and depth. However, the context and storyline of "Murder Mubarak" are distinct from his past projects. In "Darlings," Vijay Varma's character, Hamza Shaikh, is depicted as a troubled alcoholic who engages in domestic abuse, leading to a series of dramatic events involving his wife, Badrunissa. On the other hand, in the TV series "Dahaad," he plays a serial killer. He first make friendship with the girls and then kills them. Compared to these previous roles, Vijay Varma's character in "Murder Mubarak" may offer a different dimension, as he delves into the complexities of a murder investigation within the elite social circles of Delhi. While his past roles have showcased his versatility as an actor, his portrayal in "Murder Mubarak" is likely to add another layer to his repertoire, highlighting his ability to adapt to diverse characters and narratives.

12. How are Sara Ali Khan and Karishma Kapoor related?

Sara Ali Khan is Saif Ali Khan's daughter from his previous marriage, making her Kareena Kapoor's step-daughter. Since Karishma Kapoor and Kareena Kapoor are sisters, Karishma Kapoor is the sister of Sara Ali Khan's stepmother. With its gripping storyline, star-studded cast, and promise of suspense, Murder Mubarak is shaping up to be a must-watch for Bollywood fans everywhere. So, get ready to unravel the mystery and experience the thrill of the chase like never before.

1. What genre is "Murder Mubarak"? Murder Mubarak is a blend of suspense, drama, and mystery, offering viewers an exciting cinematic experience. 2. Who plays the lead roles in the movie? The lead roles are portrayed by Sara Ali Khan, Karisma Kapoor, Vijay Varma, and Pankaj Tripathi, among others. 3. When is the release date of "Murder Mubarak"? The movie is set to release on March 15, 2024, exclusively on Netflix. 4. What makes "Murder Mubarak" stand out from other movies? The unique storyline, talented cast, and captivating direction set Murder Mubarak apart, promising an unforgettable cinematic experience. 5. Can we expect any twists and turns in the movie? Absolutely! Murder Mubarak is filled with unexpected twists and turns that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end. Read the full article

#2024 #movie #murdermubarak #netlfix #newmovies #OTT #pankajtripathi #suspense #thriller

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