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fy-mina · 14 days

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MINA Harper's BAZAAR June 2024 issue

translation by MarisaTheCube

"Mina of TWICE poses against the shutters on a balcony offering a wide view of Paris, with a line of Hausmann-style buildings.

“I’ve wanted to try doing a fashion shoot for a magazine overseas. And the setting is Paris, which I love! The city’s buildings and the townscape are so beautiful, so it would make for a wonderful shoot, so I’ve been really looking forward to it.” When looking at a photo of herself dissolving into the Parisian scenery, a happy expression comes over her face. As the shoot continues, Mina changes into countless outfits and quickly captures their design, moving actively or standing still with a mature mood. Her movements are widely varied, just like a top model.

“Paris is known for its classic cityscape, but the people living there are also wonderful. There’s a calm atmosphere, and I admire the way people spend time at cafes, use chic fashion in their own ways, and dress up at night to enjoy the nightlife. When I first visited Paris, I was looking forward to sightseeing. I was able to go see the outside of the Louvre, but there wasn’t time to go inside, so I was looking forward to going there the next time. If I had an opportunity to stay longer, there are so many other plans I would want to do, like getting up in the morning and going to a café, going to the market if the weather was nice – spending time here as though I lived here,” she says with a sparkle in her eye.

In order to embody Mina’s dream plan, the shoot this time is themed as if Mina was studying abroad in Paris for a short time during the summer season. She wears Fendi’s summer collection in a bourgeois-chic apartment to express the feeling of spending time freely in the summer.

“The Fendi summer collection that I wore for the shoot this time has a fresh style of Western clothing and swimwear. When you think of swimwear, you often get the image that it’s only worn at places like the beach or the pool. But if you wear a jacket and skirt or denim pants over it, you can wear it around town, and it’s very new and cool. My personal favorite is the combination of a short jacket and striped skirt with swimwear.”

Mina travels around the world as a member of TWICE. In 2023, the group embarked on their fifth world tour, becoming the first girl group to perform at stadiums in Japan, and set records for days in a row, including setting the record for the first girl group to hold a sold-out performance at LA’s SoFi Stadium. The group’s tour is ongoing, and they are currently scheduled to hold a performance at Nissan Stadium, where they will be the first overseas female artists to perform. Mina is enthusiastic, saying, “It will be a challenge for us.”

Furthermore, last year, she began unit activities with MISAMO. “The three of us - Sana-chan, Momo-chan, and I – have been working as hard as we can to support each other. This year, we hope to go on tour for the album we released as MISAMO.”

Mina shows off her beautiful new faces one after another, both as a member of the world-famous girl group that captivates audiences with their amazing live performances, and as a model participating in fashion shoots as a brand muse. In January of this year, she attended Fendi’s couture collection as a guest, and made her show debut. She expressed that she was nervous about going to the show alone, but said, “Personally, I love Fendi, so I was even more excited for that. I bought my first knitwear a few years ago, and thought it was really cool and comfortable. After that, I bought a bag, and now I use it regularly. Personally, I like the “Peekaboo” collection. Fendi generally has very feminine collections, but they also debut some very imaginative items, so I’m always looking forward to surprises.”

As mentioned, this was Mina’s first time coming to Paris alone for a fashion shoot since her debut. She gave the impression of a female image that was simultaneously cute, intellectual, and elegant. What kind of expression will she show in her next fashion shoot? We can’t take our eyes off Mina as she continues to put forth effort and gain experience to update her form.

Mina is a member of the nine-member girl group TWICE, who are scheduled to perform at Nissan Stadium this year. Also, last year, she formed MISAMO with fellow Japanese members Sana and Momo and began unit activities."

#mina #twice #240419 #p: magazine #e: endorsement #harper's bazaar

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 months

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out of curiosity, do you have any preferred headcanons for how tall the members of the Batfam are? who's the tallest to shortest?

listen I don't have exact measurements but I do have vibes. I'm going to say right out of the gate that I simply do not hold with DC artists and their habit of Russian nesting dolling the Robins so they're each a little bit shorter with age, it's a useful visual shorthand but it's also not my truth even if I sometimes agree with portions.

for instance: I do have to concede that Bruce needs to be the tallest of the Batboys in order to enable a lot of his whole schtick, especially your modern era Batmans who are built to be tanks as opposed to the sleeker, more acrobatically-oriented Batman of earlier ages. Batfleck honestly had a great build for it, 6'4 and built to loom.

on the other hand, I Know what male gymnasts look like and Dick came from a whole family of them; he doesn't need to be SHORT short but brother he is not the tallest Robin by any stretch. he's 5'8 if he's Lucky, likely shorter. and he's fine with it! he isn't insecure about being a compact king!

I strongly dislike the recent development towards drawing adult Jason as a brute, but I have long enjoyed the headcanon that he would have had a hard growth spurt after Bruce took him in and he didn't have to worry about food insecurity. he is absolutely taller than Dick but, HOT TAKE, I don't think he's a Lot taller. as Red Hood he's definitely exaggerating the difference with chunky boots + his stupid full-face mask for extra height, + his jacket and all his gear make him look taller and broader than Nightwing in his little skintight getup. out of costume they physically look much more similar.

I also super hate when Tim is drawn as a skinny short little waif, genuinely there's no reason for that. that's a little American rich boy who grew up on milk and white bread, there's no reason for him to look like he has Victorian urchin wasting disease. fuck this, Tim is taller than both Dick and Jason. same energy as the improv kid I went to high school with who was 5'11 but cool about it.

completing the circle and fully reversing the Robins, I know that other fans have pointed out that Damian's Asian heritage conspires against him being hugelarge as an adult, but genetics are a grab bag and I think he deserves to be Bruce-sized. adult Damian can pick Dick up and put him in the fridge if he wants. at present though his growth spurt is really taking its sweet time and he's hovering around Cass-height (see below).

Duke is hovering in a zone right between Jason and Tim but everyone forgets that and imagines him being taller because the little bat ears on his helmet give him a couple extra inches.

a lot of older comics, especially the Dixon run, frequently have Selina drawn like she's tall as all hell, and I honestly love that for her. 5'11, Megan Thee Stallion kind of build for her.

Cass is frequently drawn as tiny to an extent that is, frankly, implausible and borderline upsetting (if memory serves she literally got folded up and carried in a backpack once?) but listen: she's certainly not tall. I'm willing to offer her 5'3 as an absolute maximum. also literally no one asked but Michelle Yeoh is the Lady Shiva of my heart and shes 5'4, so that's canon To Me.

however tall Dick is in your head I want you to add one (1) inch and that's Barbara. this is so crucial to me.

Steph is like a deeply average 5'4 and a half, and I realize this Does mean that I've Russian nesting dolled the Batgirls (at least in order of appearance in comics, not the actual order they Batgirls) and I am Fine with that. throw Harper Row in here too, she and Steph are just chilling being average height gal pals.

Helena is freakishly tall by Italian woman standards, by which I mean like 5'7.

this is vile and I'm sorry to the Robins but unfortunately Jean Paul is a genetically engineered freak bred to kill so he's probably taller than all of them save for an adult Damian. 6'2 to my miserable boy. beginning to think I was lying when I said I didn't have exact numbers.

so I think in descending order the lineup I've created is Bruce, JP, Selina and Tim, Duke, Jason and Babs, Dick, Helena, Steph and Harper, Damian, Cass.

did I skip anyone vital you want to know about?

#batblogging

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girlactionfigure · 11 months

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He was born on June 10, 1928.

When he was growing up, he was called a “sissy.”

During that difficult time, Murray, as he was then known, “harbored ongoing fear of the perils that might lurk outside of his home and neighborhood”, according to writer Stephen Whitfield.

He also remembered how fortunate he and his family were to be alive. “The extermination of most of his relatives and millions of other Jews by the Nazis; the intrusive, unemployed immigrants who survived and crowded his parents’ small apartment; his sickly childhood; his mother’s dark moods; his own ever-present depression” - all of this, he survived, according to Patricia Cohen of The New York Times.

He knew he was different, an outcast in a sense. He longed to be accepted.

“Maybe you’re familiar with this story,” wrote Michele Kirichanskaya. “A young boy in a white wolf costume is sent to his room after he runs around the house, terrorizing his family, screaming at his mother, “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” After being sent to bed with no dinner, the boy finds himself in a strange new world, filled with vines and trees and terrible creatures he calls the ‘Wild Things.’ He becomes the king, the wildest thing of them all.

“When ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ was first published in 1963 by what was then Harper & Row Books, no one predicted how it would take the world of children’s literature by storm. Adults were puzzled as their children, once reluctant readers, dragged them to the library over and over again to read this story, one that was unlike any other at the time. Within the realm of children’s books, a space previously marked by the conservative, didactic messaging of Dick and Jane stories, [Maurice] Sendak was a breath of fresh air, having written a child protagonist who was as messy and loud and chaotic as he longed to be.”

He would say, “Grown-ups desperately need to feel safe, and then they project onto the kids. But what none of us seem to realize is how smart kids are. They don’t like what we write for them, what we dish up for them, because it’s vapid, so they’ll go for the hard words, they’ll go for the hard concepts, they’ll go for the stuff where they can learn something. Not didactic things, but passionate things.”

“Maurice Sendak has been one of the most consistently inventive and challenging voices in children’s literature,” according to PBS. “His books and productions are among the best-loved imaginative works of their time. Like the Grimm brothers before him, Sendak has created a body of work both entertaining and educational, which will continue to be popular for generations.”

“Roundly praised, intermittently censored and occasionally eaten, Mr. Sendak’s books were essential ingredients of childhood for the generation born after 1960 or thereabouts, and in turn for their children,” wrote Fox.

“Maurice Sendak (1928-2012), regarded as the 20th century’s most important children’s book illustrator, was born in Brooklyn to Polish-Jewish immigrants,” according to nyclgbtsites.

“Where the Wild Things Are” will be celebrating its 60th anniversary this year.

“Sendak, along with literary innovator and legendary editor Ursula Nordstrom, created a book that would become emblematic of the richness and depth of children’s picture books,” wrote Kirichanskaya. “He explored his own past, and mined and reflected upon his own experiences as a queer, Jewish child learning to grow up in the world. Sendak was, himself, the real deal ‘wild thing.’”

The Peace Page has shared stories of Maurice Sendak in past posts. This is a new story focusing on a different chapter of his life with new insights.

The Peace Page focuses on past and present stories—some seldom told, others simply forgotten, still others intentionally ignored. The stories and chapters are gathered from writers, journalists, and historians to share awareness and foster understanding—to bring people together. We thank you for taking the time to be here and helping us share awareness..

~~~~~

“Sendak occupied an ‘outsider’ status in multiple senses of the word,” continues Kirichanskaya. “Whether it was a physical ‘outsidership,’ gazing upon the world outside from his bedroom window while sequestered from illness as a child in his home, or an internal one as the descendent of immigrant Holocaust victims and a gay adolescent in an extremely heteronormative world, Sendak could never quite blend into 20th century America’s idea of ‘normal.’”

“While it is debatable how early Sendak became aware of his own queerness, he understood how his ‘difference’ was perceived by others, saying in an interview, “You know what they all thought of me: sissy Maurice Sendak.”

According to The Advocate, “Sendak told the Times that he never came out to his parents -- something he says he now regrets.”

He said he never told his parents because "All I wanted was to be straight so my parents could be happy," he recalled. "They never, never, never knew."

In a 2011 interview with NPR host Terry Gross, Sendak said "finding out that I was gay when I was older was a shock and a disappointment. I did not want to be gay. It meant a whole different thing to me — which is really hard to recover now because that's many years ago. I always objected to it because there is a part of me that is solid Brooklyn and solid conventional and I know that. I can't escape that. It's my genetic makeup. It's who I am."

Elisabeth Hoffman of the Baltimore Sun wrote, “Why do we pass laws that isolate, demean and shame people for something so utterly personal? It's no surprise that gay teens are bullied. No surprise that Maurice Sendak had to hide part of his identity from his parents — and from his readers.”

Sendak admitted that he also kept quiet about being gay because the idea of a gay man writing children's books might have killed his career when he was in his 20s and 30s, according to nyclgbtsites.”

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A 1970 New York Times article described Sendak as a “42-year-old bachelor” and mentions his “friend,” psychoanalyst Eugene Glynn, who was actually his life partner (the couple lived together for 50 years, until Glynn’s death in 2007).”

He didn’t reveal he was gay until 2008 in the New York Times, when he was 80 years old.

“I dream of him constantly,” Sendak said. “I'm always feeling guilty that I didn't do enough for him. I had my success, which was a distraction and disturbance for him. I'd see people meet him and look away indifferently and I'd hate them. I never betrayed him. I wish I had been more demonstrative, but it's not a thing I do very well. Being gay in the old days was hard, being gay later was weird. I very much wished not to be. I came from a regular depressing family. I was brainwashed.”

After his partner's death, Sendak donated $1 million to the Jewish Board of Family and Children's Services in memory of Glynn, who had treated young people there.

In an emotional NPR interview, Sendak said: "I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.”

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"His gay identity was something that was not really discussed or he didn't promote, but he didn't hide it. He certainly didn't integrate it into his work, but what I think he did integrate into his work was understanding of diversity and an understanding of difference and an understanding of surviving," said Connie Wolf, the out director of the Iris and B. Gerald Cantor Center for Visual Arts at Stanford.

Kirichanskaya writes:

In “Where the Wild Things Are”, “while Max isn’t explicitly queer in the sense of sexuality or gender exploration, his ‘queerness’ may refer to the older 19th century definition of queer as something ‘strange’ or ‘peculiar.’ As we see in Where the Wild Things Are, Max is considered a stranger to his own family. He is ‘cast out,’ banished to his room for excessive and wild behavior. And like Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz (another icon of children’s media that maintains a significant queer following), Max finds himself in a wonderland that simultaneously terrifies and welcomes. It is in the land of the Wild Things where Max finds the space to experiment, identify, and play. He learns how to be a new version of himself, braver and louder than he was ever allowed to be at ‘home,’ while finding a new sense of self and chosen family—an also inherently queer theme— along the way.

“Golan Y. Moskowitz, literary scholar and author of Wild Visionary: Maurice Sendak in Queer Jewish Context, had this to write about Sendak’s family: “In their inability to express love without eliciting terror, the Wild Things, whom Sendak called ‘foreigners, lost in America, without a language,’ are also like queer people experiencing love and attraction in ‘wrong’ ways, according to a prejudiced society.” In the context of xenophobia, antisemitism, and queerphobia, the different elements of Sendak’s life, the ones he himself regarded with both exasperation and deep love, were demonized, lending further weight to the sense of the ‘other’ encountered in his stories.

“At the heart of Where the Wild Things Are lies Sendak’s heart: a boy like Max who was pulled between worlds, between his old Yiddishist Jewish immigrant heritage and the hostile, homophobic American landscape he was navigating. He embraced those who were considered ‘monsters’ by the outside world, and in them he found his chosen family. He taught an entire generation that ‘wildness’ need not be tamed by the artificial boundaries of society—that children like Max could simply be themselves, wild hearts and all.”

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Sendak remembers receiving a letter from one fan:

In an interview with NPR, he is quoted as saying, “A little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children's letters – sometimes very hastily – but this one I lingered over . . . I wrote, 'Dear Jim: I loved your card.' Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said: 'Jim loved your card so much he ate it.' That to me was one of the highest compliments I've ever received . . . He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

~ jsr

The Jon S. Randal Peace Page

#Maurice Sendak #Where the Wild Things Are

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daily-twice-content · 21 days

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MINA Harper's BAZAAR June 2024 issue

translation by MarisaTheCube

"Mina of TWICE poses against the shutters on a balcony offering a wide view of Paris, with a line of Hausmann-style buildings.

#mina #twice #240419 #p: magazine #e: endorsement #era: with you #harper's bazaar

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twst-beam · 9 months

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To be wed (and the events that follow)

Happy marriage, Irene!! and happy birthdayy!! <333

I want you to picture this: a bright blue sky, devoid of any clouds; imagine the sounds of a grand, lively party.

That is what was happening on the day of the wedding, and it was a lovely wedding; strings of flowers adorned the lines between the poles leading up to the altar, people lounged on the chairs and blankets that were brought and provided, and they chatted merrily as they waited for the ceremony to start.

A clang of a bell, two, the lively chatter died down as music started playing from all around; the wedding had begun.

The Leech twins, dressed in splendor and meaning, Jade in a white suit and mushroom mini-veil, and Floyd in a shark onesie and wedding skirt, made their way to the two sides of the altar as Pastor @siren-serenity Siren readied the papers to be read.

The guests, @ryker-writes, @dove-da-birb, and all others who were sat on either side of the aisle, guided to their places by the usher, @honkai-freak, sat in joy and silence as Cater, the flowerboy, spread petais on the carpeted sand.

Blue, lilac, white; the petals adorned the aisle floor as bridesmaids @shinysparklesapphires Sapph and @valerie-leech Valerie strode down the aisle, elegant in their gowns before sitting in the front row.

The Best Women, @harper-lemonorange and @azulashengrottospiano Auburn, walked down the aisle next, Auburn accompanied by her husband, the Best Man, Azul Ashengrotto.

The music swelled as the other two newlyweds-to-be entered the aisle, @officialdaydreamer00 Irene Lovejoy in a stunning outfit, bouquet in hand, and @identity-theft-101 Identity, holding an identical bouquet and in a glorious shrimp onesie, smiling as they walked down the aisle.

The wedding went on without a hitch, bar Dove restraining a weeping Rook from disrupting the occasion, and the crowd erupted into cheers as Pastor Siren announced the fateful words:

"You may now kiss the tweels."

Music once again swelled as the newlyweds went through the aisle, to the reception area, where a beautiful cake awaited them, courtesy of @cecilebutcher, and the reception party officially began.

Floyd, ever the excited one, unbuckled his skirt with a grin, unveiling the bottom half of the shark onesie and fabulous shoes, and he and Identity snuck out to feast on the grand buffet.

As for Jade and Irene? They danced, and it was a wonderful day.

#my stuff #calira's writing #the I-tweel-I wedding #happy wedding you madlads! (affectionate)#and thank you to everyone for attending! :DD #now back to our daily twst brain rot <3

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Hi! Can I get a harper row x gn! Reader? Specifically were catwomans child

Harper Row x GN!reader

● being the child of catwoman made you an expert thief

● as a kid she would set up simulations in your apartment to teach you how to avoid security systems and break into safes

● and took you on your first real heist at 8 years old

● it's not your typical parent-child night out but she did take you for ice cream afterwards to celebrate a successful jewel heist

● you grew a taste for the finer things just like her

●one of those finer things that you had your eyes on was Harper Row

● you met when you both happened to be robbing a museum on the same night

● Harper "who the hell are you?"

● "Y/N, Y/N Kyle and who might you be beautiful?"

● Harper blushing "Harper… that's my brother Cullen and that's Duela"

● Cullen "did you say Kyle? Like Catwoman Selina Kyle?"

● "She's my mother yes"

● Duela "I don't care who you are if you're here for the painting we call dibs"

● "I'm here for the diamonds you can have the painting… but I would like your number" you say smiling at Harper

● Harper is still flustered by you flirting with her but Cullen and Duela both are suddenly interested in more than just a painting "diamonds? We're in"

● you and Harper are like a game of cat and mouse

● for months Harper pretends like she isn't into you

● but every time you run into each other you she falls for you a little more

● after finding your social media Cullen really wants you two to get together

● "Harper look at this photo on their Instagram, they have a yacht, a freaking yacht! Please go out with them so we can hang out on a yacht"

● Duela "I second this, yachts always come with champagne and personal chefs"

● Harper "I'm not going out with Y/N just because they have a yacht"

● Cullen "how about for this insane penthouse they live in?"

● you find the abandoned building Harper, Cullen and Duela are living in, sending her a text to meet you up on the roof

● "how did you even find this place?"

● "I was born to be a thief sweetheart, I do my homework"

● "so why are you here?"

● "Do I really need a reason to come and see you? Or are you still pretending to not like me as much as I like you"

● Harper scoffs and rolls her eyes, grabbing you by the jacket and bringing you in to kiss her

● "So you do like me"

● "you are so annoying"

● "I prefer the word charming"

● "shut up and kiss me again before I change my mind"

#gotham knights imagine #harper row imagine #harper row x reader #headcanons #x gender neutral reader

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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♡ "under the lights tonight, you turned around, and you stole my heart with just one look, when I saw your face, I fell in love, it took a minute girl to steal my heart tonight."

♡ character: roy harper / arsenal

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / roy harper content <333 i could make a part two if interested but idk, it's all up to yall if you guys wanted to read it.

"there goes the diva herself!" jason said as he saw you coming into view. you smiled, giving your adopted siblings a smug look as you held up your college diploma. you waved it around, making sure they all saw it, "god, she's acting like one too," damian said with annoyance.

you went to your siblings who were all waiting for you after your commencement ceremony with your dad and the friends you invited. dick was the first one who went in for the hug as he told you words of encouragement. dick pushed damian to at least give you the gift everyone had pitched in to give you.

"we know how much you wanted this so we all pitched in, mostly bruce's doing, and got it for you," they dropped a tiny box in your hands as bruce pushed you to the private parking lot of Gotham University. you gave your siblings a half confused look but as soon as you opened the box your mouth dropped, "you didn't!" you yelled looking at them in surprise.

you clicked on the clicker and heard a beep from a few rows down. you instantly kicked your heels off and saw your car. the car you had been dreaming of since you were a kid. you opened the door seeing the interior the way you always wanted it. red and black lining everywhere as your name was engraved on the steering wheel.

"oh i'm so driving this to the party," you yelled as damian immediately yelled dibs on the passenger seat making dick groan. you opened the passenger for damian as duke and steph called the backseats, "see you in a few, we need to make a few stops before we get to the venue. stop at the house if you need to change into anything. i know you and steph were shopping for evening attire," bruce said. you nodded as you immediately started the engine and squealing at the sound of it.

"if this was her reaction of the car imagine her reaction for the trip you planned," dick murmured to bruce.

you and damian immediately looked to steph and duke who could feel the menacing attitudes you got all of sudden. damian immediately turned up the music as you got onto the highway, speeding way past the legal limit for gotham highways.

bruce had invited most of the league as well as a few of your friends and others to a very 'private' party to celebrate your commencement. it had been the talk of the city for weeks now as everyone said it wasn't always that a Wayne graduated from the most prestige university in all of new jersey.

your evening wear consisted of a sparking champagne-gold dress. the dress cutting off on the top of your thighs as the top showed a bit of your breasts. you knew bruce wasn't going to be very fond of it but considering that you were now a graduated woman, you weren't exactly looking for his approval; however, you did know that you were going to see some league members and considering you were the only Wayne who did not go into the vigilante business for bruce, you barely knew any of them.

as soon as you stepped out of the car, damian earlier in the day getting a lecture to 'escort' you inside for good press, hooked his arm around yours. you knew that bruce must've offered him a good deal for him to be this nice to you. you smiled at the camera's, even going as far as talking to a few reporters before heading inside of the venue. the ushers stopped you at the front of the door, whispering into their walkie-talkies that you had arrives. you heard music coming from inside as the doors opened to reveal one of the most elegant venues you had ever been to. everything matched the champagne-gold of your dress with black being the second dominant color.

"you guys are ridiculous," you said over teary eyes. bruce immediately took over damian's side and escorted you to the end of the room where your table was. it felt like your wedding and this had only been your college graduation, "everyone, ( your name )," bruce introduced to the sea of guests.

you waved at everyone knowing that you'd have to make your rounds to formally introduce yourself to bruce's colleagues, both in the league and at wayne enterprises. the main hostess offered you a glass of wine as you thanked bruce once again and you got down to start saying hello to everyone.

going to clark and lois who you were most familiar with, they immediately brought you in for a hug as they congratulated you on your accomplishment. "i suggest you head over and get your introductions done with oliver so your father can stop looking like he has a stick up his ass," clark whispered into your ear. you giggled knowing that clark was referencing this undying competition that bruce and oliver queen constantly had going with each other.

a part of you wanted to listen to clark but you greeted a few others before finally going over to the table where oliver and his family were seated at. you chugged down the rest of the wine and stood in front of the now larger oliver queen and tapped his shoulder.

"well, well, well, if it isn't the diva of the wayne family," oliver joked as he brought you in for a handshake as dinah brought you in for the millionth hug of the night. you really needed to get rid of that nickname everyone had for you, "good evening oliver, it's nice to see you again, you as well dinah," you said as she finally let you go.

you turned over expecting to greet who you assume was connor before meeting eyes with a bright red haired man, "( your name ), this is my son roy harper," oliver said as you immediately went stiff at the eye contact you had with him. he gave you a small smirk, giving you his hand, "it's a pleasure to finally meet the only girl jason can tolerate," he finally said, his face not hiding the fact that he was trying to contain his blush.

"thanks for coming and please, feel free to get anything you guys want," you said trying to shake off the overwhelming and flustered feeling you had, "oh i will," oliver murmured in sarcasm as he gained a smack from dinah. you made contact with roy once more as he gave you a wink and turning to speak to connor once more.

after you made most of your rounds, you finally sat down to eat. you had no idea what was on your plate considering you inhaled most of it before you could see. you hadn't gotten a meal in since in the morning and it was tim's idea of stopping at a dunkin before your commencement to get a donut and coffee.

the party had been going mostly according to plan. damian had gotten into a verbal argument with one of bruce's employee's which was none the surprising but you knew that once all of the uppity guests were to leave, the real party was set to begin. you had noticed throughout the night some of dick's friends had arrived.

"donna!" you screamed running to her as you tried to not trip in your heels. she immediately caught you as she brought you in for a bone crushing hug, "you look great, holy shit," she complimented as she turned you around to get a look at your outfit. you thanked her bashfully as she went over to sit next to you and dick.

donna had been your favorite and one of the few of dick's friends that you met. she was only a few years older than you and you saw her as an older sister figure whenever she was around, "you should've came to commencement, it was amazing," you said. she laughed, "i was doing stuff with wally and only just got back," she informed as she noticed a pair of eyes on the two of you.

she turned around as saw roy practically drooling over you. she immediately snapped her fingers at him, giving him a menacing look that practically read 'do not try it'. roy was the last person to listen to anything anyone said but in this case, he knew he had to tread lightly with you. there was a reason why you were given the nickname you had.

ever since bruce adopted you, shortly around the same time he did with tim, you got the reputation of being very 'high maintenance'. you hated getting dirty in the way your siblings did, you only wore designer much to bruce's unfortunate luck, and you had a particular set of friends you hung out with. the friends from the orphanage you still kept in contact with and your siblings. other than that, you hardly gave anyone the time of day.

"you keep eyeing wayne's daughter, why don't you go say hello?" dinah asked roy. he chuckled, shaking his head, "you heard oliver, she's not into guys like me," he said. oliver agreed, "she's the diva of bruce's kids. not much a difference between her and damian plus i think jason would have a huge issue with that," oliver said making dinah sigh, "you won't know if you don't try," she stated.

you were talking with donna, cass, and dick for most of the night as damian, bruce, and a few others excused themselves for night patrol. given that most of the league was at your event, there wasn't many heroes on standby for the night and bruce wasn't particularly excited to see you getting drunk as the night continued.

roy was at the bar ordering himself another drink as you made your way over to the back and opening another bottle for yourself. the action making roy laugh, "what do you drink?" you asked as you leaned over the counter, "i can make it. i spent a bit of my time in college as a bartender." roy ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks.

you opened the bottle of jack daniels and poured it into the glass making sure to pour more than enough for him, "bruce wayne's daughter a bartender? never expected that," he said. you shrugged, putting your lips on your wine glass, "i never said it was some shitty dive bar. i did it for the summer because i was bored and needed some excitement so what better way to cure that boredness than to work a bar for high end golf players," you confessed hoping he got the hint as you shot him a wink.

"ah, so you were giving them a run for their money, huh?" he asked. you smiled evilly, "usually made six grand at the end of the week, eight if i worked on the weekends," you confessed. roy's eyes widened at the amount you had said, "men will do anything if you flirt with them for the night, right?" you said jokingly.

before roy could respond, he felt someones hand hit his shoulder, "any reason why you're talking to my sister?" jason asked giving him a deadly glare. "what? is it illegal to speak to the guest of honor jaybird? i thought you'd have more trust in your best friend," he asked. you laughed as you sipped on your wine slowly, "come on jay, we're just talking! plus, i didn't know he was your friend. if i had known that, i would have made friends with him a long time ago," you said shooting roy another wink.

roy shook his head in disbelief. he had no idea jason had such a menacing little sister but he was glad he had met you.

"we were just talking about the summer i became a bartender. remember when dad thought i was stealing from customers because i was coming home with so much cash at the end of the week?" jason shook his head knowing exactly what you were talking about now, "don't remind me. he made tim investigate that you weren't actually doing that," he confessed before looking at roy in the eyes, "if i see one hand one hand of yours on hers, you're dead. understand?" jason said before leaving.

"protective," roy inquired. you rolled your eyes annoyingly, "tell me about it. jason has always been the most protective over me. he ran off three potential boyfriends in the span of a year and a half. i never fully understand how either," you explained. roy was taken back, "really? i never really took him as the protective sibling."

as you were about to sit down next to roy, you heard one of your favorite songs blasting through the speaker. beyonce's '7/11' came through the speaks as you put your drink down on the bar top and ran to grab donna to dance with. you knew with the alcohol running through your system, you were dancing a bit more sensually than usual.

roy bit his lip at the way you were dancing against donna as she was laughing at dick's disgusted reaction. you stared at roy, giving him a smirk as he rolled his eyes. he knew the game you were playing and he was all for it as long as dick took his leave for him to slip in donna's place. the way you were dancing against her made him a little flustered to say the least.

"how many drinks have you had?" she asked as she noticed the semi-drunk look on your face, "two bottles of wine? going on three considering i opened one up and left it with roy. say, do you know if he's single?" you asked. donna's eyes widened hearing what you were saying, "why do you ask?" she said a bit hesitant.

"roy's cute and i'm kinda pissed jason never brought him around," donna sighed as she looked at you dead in the eye, "listen, i never want to be the person to tell you what to do but roy's different. that's jason's best friend and he's had a complicated life to say the least. dick is also really close with him so i'd be careful if i were you." you waved her off, "if anything, he should be careful with me," you said with a sly smirk on your face.

donna knew the right thing to do was to keep you away from roy but you were a grown woman who could make her own decision. secondly, in some odd way, you and roy did look great together. her main issue was the fact that jason would kill roy if he saw you and him together. dick might give him a punch in the face but jason could potentially put roy in the hospital for even looking at you the wrong way.

you pulled yourself away from donna and met roy back at the bar. he handed you back your glass as you sat across from him, "not a dancer?" you asked. roy shook his head no, "usually not but for you i'd make the exception," he replied. you smiled as you grabbed his hand and played with it for a second, "the downstairs bathroom is empty," you whispered into his ear.

roy tightened the grasp on your hand and let you lead him to the secluded bathrooms of the venue. you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck as you smashed your lips against his. he was surprised that you were so willing to make out with him at your own party but he as not going to stop it. a part of him getting excited at the fact that you were as into him as he was with you.

"didn't think i was your type," roy whispered against your mouth as you wrapped your legs on his waist, "i assumed you were into the uppity lawyers and doctors." you rolled your eyes, "please, like they could ever fulfill what i'm looking for. i'm more into the rough and tough guys," you responded as you squeezed his bicep, "guys like you."

roy chuckled as he responded to your bicep squeeze with his hands roaming around your thighs, "jason is gonna kill us," he replied, "what he doesn't know won't kill him plus i think you can take him. my dad is who you should be worried about." roy nodded, slightly nervous at the idea of bruce kicking his ass for getting with his poster perfect daughter.

you continued your heated makeout session for a while longer before your phone went off. you looked down to the screen to see it was dick calling you to probably ask where you ran off. you shot him a quick text telling him you were in the bathroom trying to fix your dress.

"i don't want this to end," you whispered to roy as you placed your forehead against his. he sighed in agreement as he grabbed your phone and put his number in, "text me and i'll take you out," he replied as he set your down. you placed your head against his chest as you let out a whine, "all of gotham will know that you took me out if we stay in town and i want to enjoy you before jason kills you," you say.

roy shook his head as he noticed your phone going off with another one of dick's phone calls. you finally let roy go as he took you in. your lips were a plump red with all the kissing you were doing and your dress was a bit messed up from the back. he quickly zipped up the dress again and kissed your shoulder.

"you're gorgeous baby, you know that?" he asked as he continued to press kisses on your shoulder. you smiled, pulling on his red hair in response, "but you're right, i do want to enjoy you before your family rightfully takes me out for it. how about i find us a place out of gotham and we can meet there?" you instantly agreed as you gave him one final kiss on the lips before leaving before dick started a manhunt to find you.

roy watched as you walked away from him. he knew he was playing a very dangerous game by dating one of the most eligible bachelorettes in all of gotham but that's what made everything so fun. you were the one who wanted him first and he didn't mind playing along until someone inevitably cut it off. he knew it would either be jason or dick to want to stop the two of you from dating but until that happened, he didn't mind playing the little game you had going.

#dc x reader #dc #dc imagine #dc comics #dc imagines #comics #roy harper x you #roy harper x reader #roy harper imagine #roy harper #arsenal x reader #arsenal imagine #speedy #jason todd #dick grayson

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How small must the world be for both Bruce and Tim to witness John and Mary Grayson's deaths

Or for 10-year-old Duke to crack the Riddler's puzzle before Batman swoops in and saves the day, long before his powers came into play

Or for Sheila Haywood to leave her son only to end up assisting his killer a decade and a half later

Not to mention the popular fanon concept of Jason knowing baby Damian in the League of Assassins

Now imagine how many other invisible strings could've tied them together

Like what if Tim and Jason went to the same school when Jason was Robin but all they shared was the occasional bump and "excuse me" in the busy halls

Or what if Babs was a tutor and helped an elementary-aged Steph finally understand her homework only for the Browns to cancel after a couple sessions because they couldn't afford it

What if the first person to buy Cass a hot meal was Kate on one of her travels

What if Alfred witnessed young Selina shoplifting groceries but chose to turn a blind eye

What if Jason lived on the same streets as the Row siblings and gave little Harper tips on how to use tools and defend her brother

What if Steph and Duke shared the same school bus, only he sat in the front while she was toward the back

What if the first person to teach Tim how to tie his shoes was Bruce at a gala because Jack and Janet were busy talking to someone important

What if Bette did a DNA test for fun and found a connection in Nanda Parbat but just assumed the results was faulty because she knew her whole family, right?

What if 8-year-old Dick, the day before his parents died, stayed at a cheap hotel near Crime Alley and found 4-year-old Jason wandering alone and said, "I'll be your big brother for tonight"

What if the universe knew they were made for each other and wouldn't rest until they realized it too

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Got some more questions

1: what made you name Jake’s hero name skybird?

2: how come Chris superhero name is Nightwing phantom instead of something else like super wing or maybe dark wing? Feels like a mouthful to me lol

3: what’s the most embarrassing thing that has happened to them? Either together or separate.

4: what horror movies have they tried to watch?

5: just like the supersons in canon (and maybe in some ppls fanons) have they ever do some slight teasing with each other? For example: calling each other dork, nerd, buttmunch, hit like a girl, etc…

6: what’s one cartoon/movie that they watch religiously? My headcanon for Chris that it’s SpongeBob.

Well my friend @gothicghost2000 , do I have some answers alright lol

1. Well what happened was that originally I gave Jake the code name of Bluebird since his main outfit was the Discowing colors on a Robin like suit. Only thing was, after some research, I rediscovered the character of Harper Row who went by Bluebird. Hence why I went with Skybird since I felt like it was different enough moniker name from Bluebird.

2. Well the idea was essentially to split the Nightwing mantle between Chris and Dick akin to how back at the marvelous competition, the X Men and Avengers gave a tendency for different teams that operate under a similar banner to bear a subtitle in order to help distinguish them. For example, the mainline X team can be X Men Gold while either a team of newly graduated members or even a time displaced version of the original team can be X Men Blue. Or there’s the main Avengers helmed by Captain America, Iron Man and Thor while another team lead by Hawkeye at San Francisco can be the aptly named West Coast Avengers.

So when differentiating Dick and Chris with the Nightwing mantle, since the former is more well known of the two (it’s a sad fact but true), I had to give Chris a way to let audiences know he too is a Nightwing albeit of a different sort than the one they’re most used to. I would’ve tried with a color based coding for them but I don’t know if Nightwing Orange would be as appealing sounding of a name since unlike Gold or Blue, it doesn’t sound a truly stand out color. So then I applied the fact Chris was born in the Phantom Zone and that his more distinctive powers are shadow based to the name process, hence Nightwing Phantom. Plus calling him simply Phantom by itself would be ripping off a golden age hero called the Phantom. So yeah…lol

3. For Chris, it would be the time Conner washed the laundry but he accidentally shrink Chris’ clothes so much but that morning he had to rush for school. The only thing that’ll fit him in the meantime was Lois’ wedding dress. You can imagine how red his face was when walking into class in said dress.

Meanwhile, there that one time Jake attempted singing a traditional Tamaranean folk song for a talent show. His louder wailing voice combined with the speakers needless to say certainly got not just tons of broken windows but a ribbon for sixth place

4. Mainly they stick to classic Universal Mosnters and if they feel especially brave, J-Horror movies starring Onryo, especially the Ringu and Grudge films. Though the first Ttime they tried watching Ringu, they were very very nervous around unlabeled video tapes

5. Chris and Jake probably do so especially at an earlier time when their little team was still barely coming together but far more lighthearted and less harsh in comparison to that other team. It’s more common for them to call each other teasing names during video game play throughs than out in their superhero jobs

6. For Jake, it’ll be both Powerpuff Girls Classic and of course Voltron Legendary Defender. For the latter case though, he completely ignores all the shipping that goes on in the fandom and just focuses on the show itself

Now as for the both of them being of them, two shows stand out being their go to ones: Avatar: The Last Airbender and Steven Universe

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #harper row #dick grayson #connor kent #j horror #universal monsters #powerpuff girls #voltron #avatar #steven universe

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fy-mina · 14 days

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MINA Harper's BAZAAR June 2024 issue

translation by MarisaTheCube

"Mina of TWICE poses against the shutters on a balcony offering a wide view of Paris, with a line of Hausmann-style buildings.

#mina #twice #240419 #p: magazine #e: endorsement #harper's bazaar

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Seven Days ~ Chapter Twenty-Nine

Firefighter Frerin Durin died in a fire set deliberately. But after he helps his brother, Thorin find happiness, Frerin is offered a second chance. He has to prove himself worthy by righting the one major wrong in his life. Otherwise, history will repeat and he will die for good this time. The catch? He has seven days in which to do this and isn’t even certain what his major wrong is.

At least, he doesn’t know for long.

Syd Prescott has known Frerin since high school. She spent one night with him and then he vanished from her life. Now, he claims he wants to make it up to her, to right was he realizes was his major wrong. But can she trust him? And can he prove to her that she can before it’s too late?

Pairing: Modern!Frerin x OFC Syd Prescott

Characters: Frerin, Syd, Alex, Thorin, Gram, Christina

Warnings: none

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.5K

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The mall normally closed at nine, but because of the Christmas rush, they extended their hours to eleven. Syd tried to ignore the flutters in her belly as she and Gram sat in Gram’s Lexus, in the parking lot closest to Macy’s. They both figured that since Harper’s Jewelers was at that end of the mall, this entrance made the most sense for Christina to use.

It was almost eleven and as the minutes ticked away, Syd felt calmer with each one. This was going to work. It had to. She didn't want to think about the alternative if it didn't work.

It will work.

Little by little, the parking lots emptied until only a few cars remained. Syd could only hope one of those cars was Christina’s. It might have been just her imagination, but it felt as if her nazar warmed as several women emerged from the west entrance. Warmed and then, as they went their separate ways, began humming against the hollow in her throat.

“Is that her?” Gram asked, nodding toward a woman two rows down, heading toward a dark colored Honda Pilot.

Syd nodded. “Yeah. That’s her.” She looked over at Gram, who didn't take her eyes off Christina. “You promise me you won’t back out, right?”

Gram nodded slowly. “I promise you, Syd. I won’t back out.”

“Okay. Are we ready?”

“No.” Gram reached across the Lexus’ interior and caught her by the hand to give Syd’s a squeeze. Gram’s hand was wrinkled and thin, her knuckles slightly swollen from arthritis, but there was absolutely no weakness in her grip. “I trust you, Sydney. You have to trust me as well.”

“Gram, there is no one I trust more.”

“Except your future husband.”

Syd smiled and bobbed her head. “Except for my future husband, which is weird to think about, to be honest.”

“Tell me about it.” Gram gave her another squeeze, then pulled her hand away. “Let’s go.”

Syd took a deep breath and pushed open the door to climb out into the chilly, clear night. Gram had made certain to park out of the halo of light from the poles scattered about the parking lot, and Syd dressed in black to minimize the odds of being seen too early.

Christina had her back to Syd, and as she reached for the handle on the driver’s side door, Syd cleared her throat. “Where are you going?”

“How did I know it was you over there?”

“I don't know. Lucky guess?”

Christina turned around and Syd almost stepped back reflexively at the sheer ice in Christina’s otherwise flat dark eyes. They reminded Syd of river rocks—cold, shiny, and void of any emotion whatsoever. “You are a fool, you know. What can you possibly do to me?”

“Why won’t you just let him go? You know he’s happy here. Being here is all he wanted, why do you think he fought so hard to stay here?”

Christina shook her head. “Change is scary. It’s uncomfortable. He missed his mongrel dog and his blockhead brother and apparently you.”

“I didn’t think jealousy was something you felt in heaven.”

“Heaven? Is that what he told you it was?” Christina shook her head. “That’s not how it works, honey. You don't get an automatic pass. You have to prove yourself.”

“He is a firefighter. He’s already proven himself.” Syd stepped closer now, her heart slowing down as anode calmness set in. “But you… you’re a different story, aren’t you? You sacrificed kids to save your own skin and for what? He still got you, didn't he? How old were they, Tori? High school? Middle school? Were they little kids who only barely had a chance to be alive before you knocked them into the path of an AR-15 to save yourself?”

“Shut your filthy mouth.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Syd shook her head, mindful of the soft creak of Gram’s car door opening, following by the sound of her feet on damp pavement. She tried to ignore it, tried to focus on Christina. “Little kids. Was it worth it? What I want to know is, how did you get a second chance? What you did was shitty.”

A hint of triumph gleamed in her eyes. “We all get a second chance. I was put with Frerin so he could show me how to be a saint, like the Big Guy saw him.”

“He ran into burning buildings to save lives, Christina. You pushed little kids down and trampled over them to save your own. There is a world of different between you and Frerin.”

“Syd, what are you doing?”

“I’m fine, Gram,” Syd called without turning away from Christina. “Just having a chat with an old friend.”

“Be careful, Syd. You don’t know what she might do.”

“Yes, Sydney,” Christiana whispered. “You don't know.”

“I’m fine.” Syd shook her head. “And I’m done with you. He doesn’t want you, Tori. He’s never wanted you.”

“He will.”

“No. He won’t.”

“Sure he will.” Now a hint of warmth gleamed in those river rock eyes as Christina offered up a triumphant smile. “You’ll see.”

Frerin couldn’t sit still. He paced the length of the kitchen endlessly, even as Alex said, “Please, you’re making me seasick, Frerin. Sit down.”

“I can’t. Al, I feel like I’m going to lose my fucking mind. How could I let her talk me into thinking this was a good idea?”

“Because you trust her?”

“Yeah.I trust her. I don't trust the dead bitch who wants to see me dead as well.”

“Frerin,” Alex rose from her chair and came around to step in front of him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders to halt his pacing, “please… she’s going to be okay. She’s got Gram and her gifts and it’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah? You think so? What if we are all wrong, Al? What then?”

“That won’t happen.”

Thorin thudded into the kitchen, shrugging out of his jacket. “What won’t happen?”

Frerin looked at Alex. “You tell him. He’s heard enough crazy shit from me the last few weeks as it is.”

“Tell me what?” Thorin looked from him to Alex and back. “Someone tell me what’s going on?”

“Syd is confronting Christina.”

“Christina.” Thorin turned to him. “The crazy woman from the jewelry store? The one who thinks she’s the undead?”

“Not undead,” Frerin sighed, rubbing his face with both hands. “She is dead. An angel, or so I thought, but I don't know now. I always thought angels were good.”

“Well, remember, Satan was a fallen angel, so…” Alex sighed softly. “Syd has a plan to get rid of her and Frerin is freaking out about it.”

“Frerin is freaking out,” Frerin replied, “because Syd’s plan is to sacrifice herself. That’s why Frerin is freaking out.”

“What?” Thorin’s eyes were almost perfectly round. “She’s going to what?”

“She is going to let Christina inhabit her body, just like she took over Christina’s body. And when she does, Syd is going to get as far away from Christina and Gram and let Gram shoot her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Alex?” Thorin’s voice echoed off the kitchen walls. “And you’re letting this happen?”

“It’s not up to me, Thorin. It’s not up to me or Teddy or Charlie or Gram or Frerin or you. It was Syd’s decision and I trust she knows what she’s doing.”

“And this is also why I’m freaking out.” Frerin threw himself down into Alex’s vacated chair. “It’s insane.”

“So, what happens after Gram—Mahal, I can’t believe I’m saying this—shoots her?”

“She goes to wherever Tori went and Frerin went when they first died and she gets her second chance.”

“Alex,” Thorin’s voice went strangely calm, as if he was talking a jumper down from a bridge, “do you hear what you’re saying? How do you know that’s what will happen?”

“I don’t. Not with one hundred percent certainty, anyway. But, you got a second chance,” she pointed to Frerin, “and I assume Tori did at some point to, so why wouldn’t Syd?”

“Then why didn't your parents get a second chance?” Thorin asked softly.

Alex blanched, and for a moment, looked as if he’d punched her in the stomach. But then, tucking a wayward black curl behind her left ear, she said, “I assume they either chose not to accept it or they weren’t given one because of something they’d done that Gram has never told us about.”

Frerin drummed his fingers against the table and glanced at the clock. Ten-forty-five. “We can still make it to the mall before it closes, T.”

Thorin reached for his jacket and tugged his cell from the pocket. “I’m going to call this in and let CFPD handle it.”

“No,” Alex caught him by the wrist with one hand and plucked the phone free with the other, “neither of you is doing anything. Let Syd handle this. She knows what she’s doing.”

“She does not know what she’s doing,” Frerin countered, rising once more. “She’s never been dead, Alex. She hasn’t got a fucking clue what she’s doing and if she’s wrong, she won’t be back.”

“And neither will Tori and that’s all Syd cares about,” Alex reminded him softly. “You have to trust her.”

“Al,” Frerin’s voice cracked, “if she’s wrong, that’s it. She’s gone.”

“I know. And she knows, too.”

“It’s fucking insane.”

“Yep.”

“And we’re letting her do it.”

‘We don't have a choice, Frerin.”

“Lex, let me call for the rescue squad, then,” Thorin said, reaching to pull his phone from her grasp.

“You can’t.” She shook her head again. “She can’t be revived, Thorin. Any paramedic or EMT or cop touches her too soon, and Tori will simply slip into that body and go on her merry way. This is the only way it can work. This is how it has to be.”

Frerin’s gut roiled, bile rising in his throat as a brackish taste flooded his mouth. He bolted from his chair, to the half bath off the kitchen, just making it in time as he was sick. He sank to his knees before the toilet, gagging and heaving until there was nothing left to bring up, then sank back against the plum colored wall, head back, eyes closed.

Alex crouched beside him, pressing a towel into his hand. “It sucks. I know it sucks. But, you have to trust Syd knows what she’s doing, Frerin. I’ve known my sister literally all my life and I know what she can do and I trust her more than I trust just about anyone.”

He let his head loll in her direction. Where Syd’s eyes were that perfect blend of sea and sky, Alex’s were pure green. Green and direct. “I don't want to lose her, Al.”

“You won’t. And why do you call me Al?”

He offered up a weak smile. “Because I like it.”

“Yeah, but since when?”

He shook his head. “Ask me when this is all over, okay?”

“It’s from when you were dead, isn’t it?” She looked up at Thorin, who’d come up behind her. “Do you know why he calls me that?”

Thorin shook his head. “No. Aside from the fact that he’s Frerin and does what he wants.” He reached over Alex’s shoulder, a can of ginger ale in his hand. “Here.”

“Thanks, T.” Frerin took the can and popped the top, then brought it to his lips for a small sip, just like his mother would insist he do when he was a little kid and had a stomach flu. Then he sighed and let his eyes close once more. “When will we know if this works?”

“When Syd comes through the front door.”

“Syd, step back.”

Christina’s dark eyes flicked slightly upward, and Syd knew she looked at Gram. “I’m fine, Gram.”

“You should have listened to your grandmother.”

Syd’s jaw clenched involuntarily as Christina grabbed her by the wrist. Icy cold bit into her with fangs as sharp as razors, and spread up through her arm. The cold burned, crackled and snapped as it swept through her, unlike anything she had ever felt before and it took every ounce of will she possessed to not jerk back, to not free herself. Christina’s eyes widened, glowing almost amber, her smile all teeth and gums now and filled with triumph.

You stupid little fool. You are no match for me.

Syd ignored the cliché villainy frothing from Christina’s lips. Instead, she focused on Frerin. On what she would lose if she failed.

But the cold overtook her. Icy. Burning. Hot. Freezing. Her head spun and her stomach roiled and the feeling of being crowded in her own skin was the most unpleasant sensation ever to course through her.

He will think I’m you, you dumb bitch. And he will never know the truth.

The hell he won’t. Syd clenched her free hand until her fingernails bit into her palm.

So, this is what it feels like to be you. And soon, I’ll know what it’s like to be with Frerin. Too bad for you.

The oily voice grew harsher, and the cold began to fade. Every instinct screamed for Syd to jerk back and free herself from the force that was Tori filling her. If she broke contact now, she could fight Tori out of her body and back into Christina’s.

If she broke contact now, all would be lost.

She had to wait. Ignore the cold. Ignore the heat. Ignore the pain. Ignore the taunts.

Focus on the end game.

“Syd?” A hint of panic wove into Gram’s voice but Syd knew her well enough to know it wasn't genuine. Gram trusted her.

The old lady is panicking. You should have listened to her.

Syd let her eyes close as the vibrations that had rippled thorough her slowed. She saw Christina stagger back, saw her slump up against her car and as she did, Syd gritted her teeth and forced her body to obey her one last time.

She spun around, away from the Honda Pilot, staggering back herself so she wouldn’t touch Gram.

As she did, Gram calmly lifted the Glock she usually kept in the shop, and in one fluid motion, aimed and fired.

The scream that pried itself from her lips was not Syd’s voice. Syd felt the heat from the bullet, felt it tear into her, felt the warm rush of her own blood and the intense pain of torn flesh and shredded muscle, of hot metal ripping through soft organs.

Get to the old woman! Do as I say and touch her, you bitch.

Tori tried to make Syd’s legs obey, but it was of no use. The blast knocked her back, she staggered and fell, only barely hearing the thud of her head hitting the pavement.

Do it!

Tori forced her onto her stomach and Syd’s vision swam as she fought to focus on Gram, to make sure she stayed well out of reach. Tori tried to take her voice, but as she tried to speak aloud, Syd coughed and blood bubbled to her lips, hot and coppery.

You worthless bitch, you can’t do this.

“I can,” Syd managed as the cold set in once more. Only this cold was different. This was the cold of her life draining away with each beat of her her heart. Tori could try to force her to move, but even as she managed to make Syd’s arms drag her toward Gram, Gram just backed away, maneuvering herself between Syd and Christina.

Syd’s eyes didn't want to focus. Her thoughts grew sluggish. And as the light in the parking lot faded, she smiled as Tori let out an unearthly howl and in an instant, was gone.

Then everything went black.

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