#navy's hodgepodge

[life-set-to-random]

Oh dear lord… the Ninja Tribunal arch. So much to unpack. Give me strength…

I’m going to try and be fair, I’m going to mention something positive for every complaint I make. I don’t want to be that person after all.

Firstly, please, please, for the love of all things , STOP CALLING OUT ATTACKS LIKE A CHEAP 90S ANIME DUB!!! The original cringe. 😖

Ok, nice thing time. These four were very likable (if not superfluous). I found myself wanting to know more about them and even shipping some of them with the Hamato brothers, if not romantically then at least as besties. Sadly they spend the entire arch building up friendships between these humans and the Turtles only to kill them off in the end. But it feels SO forced. We weren’t given enough time with them to really cry over them as individuals so much as morn the wasted potential they were brimming with. I get they couldn’t kill off the Turtles and thus needed some “Red Shirts” to try and sell the high stakes, but still.

And what about the relatives they were threatened with in the first episode of the arch? Joi Reynard’s Aunt who lives in Japan (I’m assuming Army or Navy brat, she’s WAY too caucasian to even be half Japanese, I’m assuming French ancestry), and Adam McCay’s brother (who never gets a name) in Miami Florida? Faraji Ngala and Yoshida Tora aren’t given specific loved ones to fret over but Tora obviously has someone because he apologizes to Mikey “…our families are at stake.”

Did anyone notify those poor people that their relatives died?! Because they weren’t even mentioned after this.

Side note while we’re on the subject of the folks left behind back on the home front, I hope April or one of the other human Allie’s back in NY are taking care of Klunk. With the way the Hamato clan keeps getting kidnaped for long periods of time, the poor fluff ball could starve easily.

These four, ugh where to start?

Positive note, beautiful visual designs, if not a westerner’s usual hodgepodge of Asian fantasy stereotypes. 🙄😑

Weak backstory, contorting groundbreaking original canon for this series into a very boring and predictable bit of nonsense. Completely unnecessary and obviously half assed, to the point where the Turtles sum it up so succinctly you want to say to Splinter and The Ancient One “That’s how you tell a story!”

Oh and their attitudes sucked! Almost as bad as their communication skills. Thankfully, when he arrived, Splinter flat out called them out on their crap. “How can they prepare themselves if you do not tell them anything?!”

Probably should say something positive again… Um, their voice actors were great?😅 And I love the juxtaposition of the girl being the one to represent strength and having a huge man representing stealth.

The weapons. Positive observations, they’re real weapon types and are actually pretty cool looking. Also it’s nice to see the boys deviated from their comfort zones (not Leo unfortunately, the writers just can’t separate him from swords in their minds apparently). How Leo gets his is so infuriatingly complicated when it didn’t need to be and falls into the trope of “black guy dies first” (then the girl, then the sweetheart, then the cool dude. Did we take a wrong turn into a late 90s horror movie or something?).

The monsters. None of these creatures look like their Japanese inspiration AT ALL! And none of them are Tengu, Tengu doesn’t even mean “demon”! They just stuck Tengu on the end of every other Japanese Yokai name! For no good reason!

I kept hearing that line from Princess Bride in my head. “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

I’m not even Asian and I’m so offended and confused, I can’t imagine how an actual member of the Japanese culture must feel getting shit on like this. Whoever wrote this arch did not respect the source material, the source culture, or the audience because they obviously assumed we were all stupid unaware kids! Ether that, or they were seriously lazy, I suspect both.

And if you’re going to give an English speaking cast of white people Japanese words to say, TEACH THEM HOW TO £¥€&ING SAY THEM CORRECTLY! Jeezus Henry Christmas! (Best Herminone Granger voice) It’s “Oh-Knee” not “On-Eye”!

Bright side, they do look awesome.🤷🏻‍♀️

Im going to have to post about the Tribunal’s dragon forms on another post, I’ve run out of picture space.😑

#tmnt 2003 #kevin eastman #peter laird #my childhood #ninja tribunal #wtf #so much work for so little payoff #why make things so complicated? #I hate retcon

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Day 5 of Ode to Phoenix:

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me.) Jake proposes to Natasha

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: PG-13/R. Kissing and a mention of having sex

A/N: This just kept getting bigger and bigger so the longer (smuttier) version of Pt. 1 is going to have to wait for another day. This fic has everything...football, music, a proposal! I invite you to dance along with Jake and Natasha. Churned out with no edits so please excuse any mistakes! The next few Ode to Phoenix posts will be shorter so I can get back to Talk to Me.

The Proposal | Pt. 2

Having grown up in the Bay Area and Colorado, Natasha isn’t sure she’ll ever get used to humidity. August in Virginia is stifling so everyone crowds inside during the day for the air conditioning. The house Jake bought when he was first stationed in Virginia Beach has three bedrooms but between her mom and his parents helping him move, that feels cramped. She’s grateful for their help setting up the house–the kitchen and living room are nearly done after only two days–but glad for the quiet when they go back to their hotel for the night. 

“Want to go upstairs and work on the bedroom? I’ll finish up the kitchen,” Jake offers, closing the front door against the heavy air. “Or do you want kitchen duty?” 

“All yours, handsome,” she says without hesitation. He grins. He earns a “handsome” for chores she’d rather not do. She pecks him on the mouth and heads upstairs to make the bed. 

Natasha and Jake were lucky enough that they both managed to get stationed at Oceana, but he has to rotate ahead of her meaning that for a few months they’ll be long distance with two households. It’s the perfect opportunity for them to streamline the hodgepodge of belongings they’ve acquired between moving in and out with one another over the last two years so Jake asked her to fly in for the weekend to help him sort through everything. 

Which makes sense on a practical level, but she’s starting to get suspicious of what other plans he might have while her mom and his parents are in town. Not that it doesn’t also make sense to have as many extra hands as possible because she has to fly out Monday and Jake will start work. At least tomorrow they get to take a break from unpacking–and her worrying that he’s going to drop down on one knee at any moment–to enjoy the Cowboys and 49ers facing off in a preseason game. 

Well, maybe not enjoy because she’s going to be pissed if the Niners lose. A loss means having to wear one of Jake’s Cowboys jerseys for the rest of the weekend. But she’s looking forward to Payback and Nora coming by with their daughter Alexis. And Bob and Coyote. She’s excited that she’ll overlap with them and Mickey, who’s deployed at the moment. She talks to Bob in some way every day, but she misses seeing him. 

Instead of working on the room though, Natasha finishes picking out her touchdown playlist for the next day. When Jake comes upstairs, she’s sitting cross legged on their very much not made bed. A pillow slams into her side, knocking her phone out of her hand. She looks up into Jake’s half annoyed half amused face. “Seriously, babe?” he complains. 

“It’s not like we’re going to bed right now,” she defends herself. Most people assume Natasha is the household’s taskmaster but that would be Jake. Sometime during their relationship, she’d taken over managing their finances and taxes because Jake only did enough to keep them in order and left so much money on the table. 

“Yeah, but I was looking forward to making out with you on top of a made bed.”

That catches Natasha’s attention. Oh. She grabs her phone and rolls off the bed. “One made bed coming right up.” 

But when he notices that all she has on beneath his Navy t-shirt is a pair of boyshorts, he decides he can do without sheets. Jake hoists her up. Her legs circle his trim waist and squeeze when he kneads the curves of her ass. Her hair falls over her shoulder as she looks down into his burning green gaze and traces the lines of his smile with her thumbs. 

Natasha is going to make a joke about him putting up with her but what comes out surprises both of them. “I love you, Jake.” 

His whole expression shifts like the sun bursting from behind the clouds on an overcast day. “I was an idiot for every day I wasted not loving you,” he tells her. 

She touches her lips to his in a succession of kisses that start brief and hard and become progressively slower and deeper. Natasha closes her eyes, arching into him as his arm, chest, and leg muscles tense and shift beneath and around her to slowly lower her to the mattress. The strength it takes for him to maintain control of their descent floods her with simmering heat. Her head rests on his outstretched arm as his tongue parts her lips. The room is quiet except for the rhythmic lap of their kisses, the soft sighs, faint moans, and sharp exhales as they put off the siren song of their arousal to revel in the intoxicating realm of their kisses. 

Jake’s hand, rough from the work of moving, massages circles up and down her bare thigh. She gasps when his fingers trace the line where the fabric of her underwear meets skin. Natasha’s body stretches and trembles beneath his weight when Jake eventually makes slow, tender love to her. 

She’s still feeling the faint, warm buzz of their night when she leans into the mirror to lay the strips of eye black across her cheeks for the game. Natasha checks her reflection. Her lucky childhood Montana 49ers jersey is now more of a crop top. Since Jake’s parents are here, she’s opted for a pair of high waisted, black shorts. She pins one side of her recently bobbed hair back. Not exactly her fiercest look for the showdown about to happen, but the eye black helps. 

Downstairs, her mom and Sandy Seresin laugh when they see her game day get up. “Is the eye black really necessary?” Mama asks.

“I have to defend my turf,” Natasha insists, jumping in to help with preparing the food. Mama’s wearing her McCaffrey jersey in support of the Bay and Sandy is fully decked out in a Cowboys v-neck t-shirt and blue star earrings. Jake and his dad, Jack, are outside at the grill. It’s so hot she assumes they’ll want to shower and change when they come in. 

Payback and Nora also laugh when she opens the door for them. “Y’all are really taking this seriously,” Payback observes with a roll of his eyes. 

Natasha picks up Alexis for a hug and kiss. “Would you expect anything less?” she challenges, leading the way to the living room. Alexis is much heavier than the last time Natasha got to hold her and adorable with her hair cornrowed back into two little puffs. “How old are you, big girl?” 

Alexis proudly manages to hold up three fingers after a little bit of a struggle. “Free!” 

“Definitely a big girl then! Make sure you tell Uncle Jake you’re rooting for the 49ers today, okay?” Alexis nods solemnly. 

“Phoenix, leave my child out of this!” Nora orders, following them into the kitchen with her platter of artichoke dip. 

“Remember, you like the forty niners like Auntie Nat okay?” Natasha whispers to Alexis, tickling the little girl’s belly and making her giggle. “Can you say ‘Go Niners’?”

Alexis throws her fists in the air. “Go Nine-as!” she says with appropriate gusto. She must already be watching sports at home with her parents.  

Natasha smirks at Nora’s tut of protest. “Perfect!” 

She introduces Payback, Nora, and Alexis to her mom and Sandy. Jake comes downstairs in his Cowboys jersey. After he hugs Payback and Nora, he lifts Alexis into the air. 

“Remember what we say to Uncle Jake today?” Natasha prompts from the refrigerator where she’s grabbing a round of beers for everyone. She tries to ignore the knot of excitement in her abdomen watching Jake holding a baby. 

Alexis puts up her fists again. “Go Nine-as!” she says proudly. Alexis looks around, soaking up the uproarious attention that her cheer gets from the adults so she fortunately doesn’t see Jake’s face fall. He glares over at Natasha who raises a beer to him. Already 49ers one, Cowboys zero.

He’s heartened when Coyote arrives in a Cowboys shirt and Bob opts for entirely neutral attire, to Natasha’s vocal dismay. As her former backseater, he’s supposed to be on her side. It’s a nice house warming for their living room to be full of friends and family so soon. She ends up on the new sectional between Sandy and Mama during the pre-game show. Jake does most of the hosting because Alexis is busy playing with her Tiana doll in Natasha’s lap, the little girl’s head resting on her chest. Every time he passes her on the way to the kitchen, Jake finds some way to touch her and once he leans over to press a kiss to the top of her head. 

When she glances up at him over her shoulder, she can see in his face that if it were up to him, they’d have their own baby on the way well before the end of the night. He’s going to have to slow his roll on that one though because she needs to get through this deployment tour. Which he knows because he’s the one who made sure that she got the job. 

They’d found out through some friends that they were both in consideration for a position in the Strike Fighter Wing Atlantic command, a known stepping stone to admiral. Natasha was favored, and the Commodore was fighting hard for her. However, a few of the senior leaders were concerned that Jake and Natasha’s request to be transferred together with the anticipation of getting married meant an impending pregnancy. Of course, it was illegal for that to be a consideration but that didn’t stop those conversations from playing out behind closed doors. The Navy might be moving women up the ranks, but the infrastructure to support maternity leave was changing at a far slower pace and the command couldn’t afford to be down an officer. 

And Jake was a convincing choice. No one would question his qualifications for the job, and it would be easier for them to start a family if she became an instructor. 

Subtlety isn’t exactly her boyfriend’s strong suit. And he always says he doesn’t gamble with money because his whole career is enough of a gamble. Without telling her first, Jake took one of the biggest swings of his Naval career. He went to leadership and told them in no uncertain terms what her career meant to her and that if the Navy ever forced him into a corner of protecting his career or hers, hers would always come first. He’d leave the military before he’d let them pass her over for something she deserved. He was also ready to take further action if he felt she wasn’t being given a fair shot.  

She’d only found out because Rooster barreled his way into their house, wide-eyed and incredulous, and demanded to know what Jake had done because a friend was asking whether he knew the aviator couple that had the Secretary of the Navy’s office in Washington in an uproar. 

Natasha got her orders within a week. Jake sat patiently through her stern lecture about making joint career decisions before she fucked him senseless for going to bat for her.   

After Jake brushes her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck on his way back from the kitchen, she catches Nora giving Payback a significant look. Her husband simply lifts his eyebrows and hides a smile in a sip of his beer. Nora comes over to take Alexis back just before kick off. 

Jake sets the portable speaker on the coffee table. “Not that you’ll need it,” he tells Natasha smugly, “but got your touchdown playlist ready?”

“Touchdown playlist?” Sandy asks.

“Get ready,” Bob warns wearily. “You might see some things you wish you didn’t when their team scores.” 

“I still have nightmares about Hangman doing the worm,” Coyote adds. He’s lounging in one of the armchairs with his ankle crossed over his knee. 

“Remember there is a child here,” Payback says, looking pointedly at Jake and Natasha. “I’m not ready to start paying for her therapy.”

Jake settles back into the bar chair he dragged in for himself. “What are you worried about? She’s going to be inspired.” 

Their friend knows them well enough to doubt that. Natasha decides to team up with Jake for the last time over the next few hours. “You should probably save your therapy money for when she sees you on a dance floor.” 

The former Dagger Squad snickers remembering how Nora had genuinely feared her new husband was going to hurt himself dancing at their wedding reception. He’d had more to drink than any of them had ever seen the normally restrained aviator consume. Jake leans forward to high five her, and Payback glares at them.

“I think I like it better when you two are not on the same team,” he grumbles.

Things only get more riled up once the game starts. San Francisco gets the ball first, and Mama cheers as loudly as Natasha watching them move the ball down the field. They’re both on their feet waiting for a deep pass to spiral into the wide receiver’s arms. He manages to catch the ball and hold onto it before he goes down.

“Yes!!” they scream in unison, high fiving. They wave their arms at the TV. “Oh, oh, oh first down!” 

And when Kittle secures the ball in the end zone Sandy finds out what the touchdown playlist is. Natasha selects her song. Tupac’s “California Love.” She does the first victory dance of the game in front of the wall mounted, large screen TV. To everyone’s delight, Mama immediately jumps up to join her. But it’s all over when Alexis realizes her cue and slides out of Payback’s lap to shimmy herself into the dance. And fortunately, she gets her rhythm from her mother. 

Jack and Coyote hurry to move the coffee table against the wall before someone falls over it. Which is a good call because Sandy leaps forward several feet when the Dallas defense intercepts a pass. Alexis covers her ears at the Seresins and Coyote shouting for the safety to run the ball down the field while Natasha and her mom scream for the offense to stop him. The interception delivers Dallas a tie at the end of the first quarter, and Coyote, Jake, Sandy, and Jack push the boundaries of Payback’s warning, thrusting their hips to Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Jump on It.”

And Natasha can’t help but laugh at the perfect pick when Jake gets in her face at, “And this where the Cowboys play. They battle with my team from the bay.” She squares off with him, brushing off the shoulders of her jersey. 

The second quarter is tense and scoreless. Then McCaffrey scores half way through the third. As soon as Mama hears the LSJUMB’s version of “All Right Now,” she comes hurtling from the kitchen. 

“What the–,” Jake demands, watching Natasha and her mom kick, twirl, and step their way through her mother’s Stanford Dolly routine. Although Mama is no longer the svelte, dark haired dancer she was during college, she has no trouble keeping up with Natasha. Alexis, fully committed to her role as a Niners fan for the game, spins along. 

On cue, the two of them count, “Five, six, seven, eight!” and jump. 

Out of breath, Mama collapses next to Sandy on the sofa. They giggle over the glimpse into Natasha’s childhood going to Stanford football games. “I’m going to pay for that tomorrow,” Mama sighs happily, pushing her gray-streaked curls out of her face. 

Jake follows her to the kitchen when Natasha goes to grab a few more beers. Completely ignoring the fact that anyone could walk in, he hugs her from behind and rubs his hand over her exposed stomach. He kisses his way up her neck, his breath sending delightful shivers down her back. “I think I’m going to need a private performance of that routine some time,” he whispers before kissing the sensitive shell of her ear. 

She clutches the beers to her chest and glances toward the archway that leads to the living room. The coast seems clear. Under the rattle of beer bottles, she murmurs, “Mmm, did my little show turn you on, Bagman?” 

“You have any idea how hot you look right now?” he groans. “Even if you’re wearing the wrong team’s jersey?” 

And mostly for her own self-control, Natasha butts him away from her. “Better simmer down there, hot stuff,” she cautions a little breathlessly. “And help me be a good host.” 

He’s going in for a kiss when the living room erupts in cheers. “I think you’re up,” she says, glancing down at his crotch to make sure his dance moves are the only thing he’s about to show off. Jake groans and takes the hint. He swipes a carrot on his way out and pulls his phone from his pocket. “Shake Ya Tailfeather” blasts from the living room. 

Natasha holds a beer to her cheek to cool her face. Jake, Sandy, and Coyote are taking it way too low when she gets back, but Alexis and Nora are doing the Harlem Shake so Payback is really outnumbered here. Natasha hands him a freshly opened beer and pats his shoulder. Luckily for him because he does not look prepared for Nora and Alexis to have their own choreography to Jake’s next touchdown pick, “Savage Remix.” 

With the 49ers down by a touchdown going into the fourth quarter, Natasha yells herself hoarse. Bob finally remembers his loyalty and starts cheering with her. She’s so preoccupied with the close game that it takes her some time to realize how quiet Jake’s become. He doesn’t make a sound when the Cowboys nearly recover a 49ers fumble. When she looks back at him, he’s sitting forward in his chair, leg bouncing nervously. His lips are pressed together so tightly that he’s gone white around the mouth. 

“Jake?” she asks. He doesn’t seem to hear her at first. “Jake, are you okay honey?” 

He snaps up and pushes a hand into his hair. “Huh?” Sandy and Jack are staring at him too now. He blushes when he realizes that everyone’s attention is on him. “Just thinking of you stuck in a Cowboys jersey for the rest of the weekend,” he smirks, easing back in the chair and loosening his limbs. 

It’s a lie, but he’s not going to tell her with everyone watching. Natasha goes back to the game, but a small part of her can’t help checking on him every now and then. He goes to the kitchen and comes back with a beer, looking a little more relaxed. And then the 49ers drive to the endzone with fourteen seconds left on the clock and decide to go for the safety. 

Natasha practically stops breathing, her heart hammering a bruise into her ribs. 

“What’s happening, Mommy?” Alexis asks, noticing how still the room has suddenly become. Even Nora’s too engrossed to answer. 

With only a few seconds left on the clock, the 49ers muscle their way to a one point victory. Natasha explodes. “Yes!” she screams like her team just won the Super Bowl instead of a preseason match up. She runs to the TV and kisses each of the players on the screen. 

“Phoenix, I just cleaned that!” Jake yells weakly over Bob, Nora, and Alexis celebrating with her. Even the Seresins seem to enjoy the good fun of a game hard fought, Sandy and Mama hugging. 

Natasha spins, arms in the air. “You’re wearing my jersey now Bagman!” she shouts pointing at him. She runs to the sofa and puts on the song she saved for a Niners victory touchdown, “SF Anthem.” 

“Do I have to put the jersey on now?” Jake groans. 

“Do it!” Coyote shouts. “Let’s see your shame!” 

Bob claps his hands, savage. “We won’t leave until you put it on!” 

“Fine,” he grumbles, red in the face. “Where’d you put it?” 

Jake had refused to even look at the jersey before the game, claiming that it was going to bring the Cowboys bad luck. Looks like that didn’t matter in the end. 

She races past him up the stairs to get it from her suitcase. He stomps up behind her, pouting. Natasha rummages through her bag until she finds it, but when she turns around to give it to him he’s already holding one up. It looks a little small for him though. 

A slow smile spreads across his face when he sees her surprise. “I figured that if I had to lose this one, we might as well be matching.” 

“Matching?” 

Jake’s eyes crinkle and his grin looks fit to burst his face as he turns the shirt around. “I can’t think of many circumstances under which I’d be rooting for my Cowboys to lose.” Her eyes fall to the name written across the back of the red jersey. Seresin. “But making sure the day I ask you to marry me is absolutely perfect for you is apparently one of them.” 

Natasha’s brain is stumbling to catch up. “Is that for me?” she asks slowly as understanding dawns on her. 

“I promise I have your ring, but our moms threatened to murder me if they didn’t get to see that part so your mom insisted on holding onto it,” he says, voice cracking. He clears his throat and laughs nervously at her open-mouthed silence. “But I thought–well, you mentioned once that you’d want it to be just us when I asked so–.”  

“Yes.”

He gives her disgruntled look. “Nat, I haven’t asked yet!”

“I thought the shirt was–.”

“See! This is why people get down on one knee so the asking part is clear!” 

A sly smile starts across her mouth. “Are you arguing with me or proposing to me?” 

“Goddamnit, I don’t know! Both, I guess. But I love you for that too, Natasha Trace, because somehow even when we’re arguing I only find more reasons to love you. And you’ve taught me that we don’t have to argue for us to see eye to eye. People always say that the person they love makes them better, but I love you because you make everyone better, not just me. And I love that you know how much I love a show but that never stops you from reminding me in all the quiet ways every single day how much you love me. 

Natasha swallows, trying not to choke or tear up but this time it’s a losing game. Jake’s face opens up like she’s never seen, every defense down with his soul laid bare to her. He comes to her, leaving the shirt on the bed so he can take her in his arms. Tenderly, his hand cradles her face, thumb swiping away the tears she’s given up holding back. When she remembers this night, there will always be his green eyes leading her heart to his. 

He finishes barely above a whisper, every word forever meant only for them. “I love that you push me and challenge me in every way to be better but you’re always there when I fall short. I love that I look up to you more than anyone in the world not because you’re perfect but because you have the grace to realize no one is without letting that stop you from being better. And I love that you were right about not going down on one knee to ask you to marry me because it means I don’t have to let you go, and I never want to. So will you marry me, Natasha Trace?” 

“I don’t ever want to let you go either, Jake, so yes.” 

Just before he kisses her, Natasha’s heart beats one last time as her own. 

Jake is game to wear his Niners jersey downstairs for the proposal in front of their friends and family, but she loves him enough not to want him to have to remember their engagement that way. So, instead, she changes into the Seresin jersey that he got her. 

When they come downstairs hand-in-hand, she’s not quite so surprised to find that the number of people they left downstairs has grown. Her father, brothers, and sister are there, as are Rooster and Maverick. Jake’s cousins, Fallon and Zach, as close to him as siblings, are waiting too. Even with all the shushing, it’s still so loud and crowded in the living room when Jake goes down on one knee that Natasha is glad she was also right about it being just them when he asked for the first time. 

But she’s very happy to say “yes” again and every day after. 

Jake slides the delicate ring they'd picked out together onto her finger and dips her into a kiss that raises enough noise to shake the house.

It's not until Natasha is on the verge of sleep that something occurs to her. "Jake?"

"Hmmm?"

"What if the Cowboys won? What would you have done about the jersey?"

"Given you the Cowboys one."

Natasha flies up. "You got me a Cowboys jersey?"

"I'm sure you'll have a chance to put it to good use," he promises with a sleepy smirk.

E/N: Any thoughts on Jake and Natasha's first dance song for their wedding?

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never planned, but not unwelcome

part one of kazansky for america, a top gun west wing au summary: Tom Kazansky never planned on a career in politics. pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky/pete “maverick”mitchell warnings: none! this is teen & up find this fic on ao3

Tom never planned on a career in politics.

His career in the Navy had been a good one. It could have been better, truly legendary as he climbed the ranks, but he wasn’t “the right fit” to become a commander and make his way to admiral.

So into politics he went, shifting his focus to make a difference through public service instead of military service. It wasn’t everything he dreamed of, but if he could change the world and make a difference in an F-14 why couldn’t he do it from the California State House? He took an honorable discharge, made sure Maverick got one too, and they made good on their promise to always be each others’ wingmen.

Tom was the face of the campaign. The candidate, the one in front of the cameras. Maverick was largely the brains, the one who ran the show behind the scenes. He had some experience from old friends who chose politics over the Navy and learned from their friends who’d traded their wings for suits. And so the California State House became their battlefield.

Goose and Carole were there to help, Goose having left the Navy before Tom and Pete, and their little hodgepodge family made the transition from Naval deployments to time spent in Washington when Tom got himself elected to the House after a few years.

The Bradshaws came out and visited when they could, around Goose and Carole’s work schedules, and Bradley was a staple in the offices Tom had been assigned, running around and making friends. Taking everything in with wonder in his eyes, even as a teenager. They filled the townhouse Pete and Tom shared with noise, laughter, and love, making it feel more full than when it was just the two of them sharing space because it was convenient. 

With the Bradshaws in town, that townhouse felt almost normal and like it fit Pete and Tom. Otherwise, it rattled with emptiness and too-little noise. A place to stay while they worked in Washington, not a home.

There couldn’t be anything more.

Tom was the candidate. Pete the chief of staff. At every level when they won, Pete was there by Tom’s side to aide the transition and make sure the offices ran smoothly, or at the least make sure the chaos of them was organized. Carole could only come to Washington and help them get set up for so long before Bradley and Goose needed her back in California.

Pete kept Tom on task and focused on the issues. Pete’s presence allowed Tom to be the best representative he could be for his constituents. And that’s really all that mattered. All that their relationship could be.

Didn’t matter if Tom wanted more from their relationship. The issues, the campaign, his career mattered more. Took up all their time so there wasn’t any opportunity to look elsewhere for a date. For all that Tom couldn’t have Pete the way he wanted, Pete was his most consistent partner those early years of their political careers.

That level of proximity, the late nights spent brainstorming and working on policy, the way Pete always seemed to know what Tom was thinking and found ways to make it happen didn’t help his feelings. They persisted and seemed to only get worse through the years.

“Y’know, Maverick’s not seeing anyone.”

Tom looks up at Carole, an eyebrow raised in question.

She rolls her eyes at him, “Oh, Ice, you know what he’s usually like. A woman in every city, usually multiple, and never alone. The only other time I’ve seen him look like this is with Charlie.”

Tom sighs and puts down the stack of folders he was attempting to organize. “What is that supposed to mean, Carole?”

She smirks at him and doesn’t say a word. Which was definitely infuriating. Tom hadn’t planned on a political career, but he definitely hadn’t planned on or expected the Bradshaws being a staple in his life. And since he got the political career, the Bradshaws followed. He’s just starting his second term in the House of Representatives and as per their agreement, Carole moved the family to DC so she can run his offices here like she had in California.

And apparently she’s trying to run his love life as well.

“Carole, c’mon what are you trying to say?”

She puts her files down and levels him with a look, the same one she gives Bradley when she’s telling him something important. “Ice, if you can’t tell that man is prime-time in love with you. All you gotta do is tell him you feel the same and he’s yours forever. And you don’t even have the US Navy to argue with anymore about it.”

“No, we just have the House Judiciary Committee.”

“It’s not like he’s your assistant.”

“He’s just my chief of staff. There’s still an imbalance-“

“Bullshit Tom, there’s no imbalance. You’ve never considered or treated Maverick like he’s lesser than you just because you’re the candidate and he’s the chief of staff. You consider him an equal and everyone knows it.”

“It’s just, it’s complicated, Carole,” Tom sighs. “Even if he did feel the same, everyone would look at it sideways.”

“He does and if they look at it sideways, you’ll set the record straight. You always do.”

Tom couldn’t argue with that. He definitely had a reputation for not letting rumors or lies linger, preferring to nip them in the bud and show his constituents he was honest and could be trusted. It had gotten him in hot water at the beginning of his career, but six years in people expected it from him.

“You know,” Carole says slowly, pulling Tom from his thoughts, “given your reputation for truth-telling and that rumor you dispelled about us in California…I don’t think people would be surprised if there was something between you and Maverick. Or they would take your word at face value. You know that, Ice. People like you. They trust you.”

He sighs and wipes a hand down his face. The rumor that he and Carole were sleeping together plagued his first term in the California State House. It was his second year in office and everyone knew Carole was the one who ran his office and knew the whole schedule. Knew everything about Tom, about Pete, their schedules, policy, and initiatives they were working on. If you needed anything from Representative Kazanksy, Carole Bradshaw was the person to call.

And so people started making assumptions that the young, pretty blonde running the office who knew more than most secretaries was having an affair with the candidate.

The rumor gained traction and legs, winding up in political publications and following them to public events and press conferences. Carole continued to insist it meant nothing and didn’t bother her. Goose just laughed it off and told Tom it didn’t bug him, he knew it wasn’t true. Pete felt the same way. But no matter how much they insisted the rumor meant nothing to them, it had a life and it made Tom’s skin itch.

The next time he was asked about it, he killed the rumor. Said it was impossible given Carole was married, with a son, and absolutely in love with her husband. And even further, Tom himself was gay. He had zero interest in sleeping with Carole, let alone any woman.

It was a move that caused a number of headaches for Tom, Pete, their offices, and subsequent campaigns, but Tom stood by his actions. If his coming out ended that insidious rumor, it was worth it. And in the end, it made Tom a more trustworthy representative and won him points with his constituents. Sure, he lost supporters who didn’t agree with his “lifestyle”, but he gained a lot of respect and a reputation as someone who could be trusted to tell the truth.

“That was different though, Carole.” Tom sat on the edge of his desk and ran a hand through his hair. “When I came out, people were slow to accept it. And even then I got so many comments about needing a trophy husband. Or to just keep it out of the news next time. People, voters, don’t want to know about relationships unless they are heteronormative. I can be the gay representative from California, but I can’t be the gay representative who’s dating his chief of staff.”

“Who says they have to know?”

“Carole.”

“Ice, come on. You and Maverick already share a house and everyone knows you two are best friends. You’re always together and no one says a word about it. You two could date and no one else would be the wiser.”

Tom knows she’s not wrong. Knows that there are occasionally whispers about Tom and Pete, but they always get snuffed out when Pete meets up with some woman in a high-profile bar near the Hill. Their closeness always ends up being chalked up to a long friendship, a shared Naval history, and nothing more.

It would be the perfect cover. Except for one thing.

“Carole, none of this changes the fact that Pete doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

“The same way as what?”

Tom freezes and Carole’s jaw drops open. Ice floods his veins, and for once it’s not because he’s focused on the target as his Naval callsign suggests. This isn’t happening to him. He’s not prepared for this. He’s not ready to lose Pete in his life because he can’t get his feelings in check.

“Ice, I don’t feel the same way as what?” Pete repeats.

Carole looks over Tom’s shoulder at Pete and closes her mouth, choosing instead to leave the room, patting Tom’s shoulder as she passes him.

“Ice,” Pete says again after Carole closes the door.

Tom takes a breath and stands up. He takes a second, braces himself, and turns to face Pete.

“Maverick,” he starts, and has to swallow to wet his mouth. “I-it’s nothing. Just forget what you heard. Carole was being-“

“No.” Pete’s interruption, his refusal to let this go, is loud and commanding. “Don’t do this, Ice, don’t shut down or blame Carole. Just talk to me. What do I not feel the same about? Is it, is it the bill? Do you not like it, not like…working with me? Talk to me.”

Tom clenches his fist, tries to think of how he can get out of this, but his mind comes up blank. And Pete is standing there, waiting for him to say something, anything.

“It’s not the bill, Maverick,” he says softly, unwilling to lie to Pete about something like this. “It’s not the bill, or anything work related. Or well, not directly work related.” He takes a steadying breath, tries not to notice the harried look on Pete’s face as he tries to figure out what Tom could mean. “I was telling Carole that you don’t feel the same way about me as I feel about you.”

“What does that mean?” Pete asks. “I thought we were on the same page, wanted to keep working together. Did something change during the campaign? The election?”

“No, Maverick, nothing happened. Like I said, it’s not a work related thing. Not really. It’s.” Tom takes another breath, tries to summon the ice-cold nerves he had in the cockpit years ago. “I’m in love with you, Maverick. With the way your brain works, the way you always look for solutions and the way you are with Bradley, I’m in love with all of it. All of you. I want…I want more than friendship with you but I know you don’t feel the same way and I was trying to tell Carole that and she wouldn’t listen.”

“She wouldn’t listen because it isn’t true,” Pete says.

The gears in Tom’s head screech to a halt. He furrows his brow, processing Pete’s words. “What?”

“Ice, it isn’t true. I, I’m in love with you, too,” Pete says, one hand ruffling the back of his hair.

“You do?”

“Yeah, have for some time.”

“But, you go out with women? Anytime someone starts talking about how much time we spend together you go out and are seen with women at bars. I thought you didn’t like the rumors and were trying to get rid of them?”

“The rumors don’t bother me. They pull focus from the campaign though, the issues, and I want that to be the focus. I do it so people stop talking about your personal life and get back to the issues at hand. You never should have had to come out in California and you shouldn’t have to deal with those rumors now. So yeah, I call up Charlie or Penny or someone else we’ve worked with to meet up for a drink. But it’s just a drink. I make sure I’m seen so people drop the talk. You don’t need that,” Pete explains with a shrug. “But that’s not important. You, you love me?” Pete’s face is a little hopeful, awed like he can’t believe it’s true.

“Yeah, Maverick, I love you. Have for a long time now,” Tom says.

Pete steps closer to him, closes the distance between them until they’re toe to toe. “So, we gonna do this? What about what everyone will say?”

Tom reaches for Pete’s hand, takes it in his. Files away how good, how right it feels. “They don’t need to know. Not now. Not yet. We already live together, spend pretty much all of our time together. I think we just. Continue on as we are. For now anyway.”

Pete nods and lifts his head to meet Tom’s eyes. “Does that mean I can kiss you now?”

“I’m surprised you’re asking and didn’t just plant one on me-“

Pete kisses him, presses his lips onto his, chaste but forceful. Conveying the depth of his feelings, how long he’s waited for it. And god, they’d waited enough.

So Tom kisses him back, deepens the kiss by running his tongue along Pete’s lips. They kiss like that for a moment, a minute, five minutes. Tom loses track of the time, lost in the feeling of kissing Pete and having him return the favor enthusiastically. Pete kisses the way he used to fly, the way he attacks policy now, full force and giving it everything he has.

After some time, Tom breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Pete’s. “Maverick, I love you.”

“I love you, Ice,” Pete whispers back.

Tom never planned on a career in politics. He never planned on taking advice from Carole Bradshaw or convincing her to move across the country. He never planned on falling in love with his best friend, his wingman, his chief of staff.

He never planned on any of it. But he can’t be mad that it all happened.

#my writing #fic stuff #top gun #top gun: maverick #tom kazansky #iceman #pete mitchell #maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav

[sudriantraveler]

The Cronk & Harwick Railway: The Railway to Insanity

The Cronk & Harwick Railway Is one of those bits of RWS lore which I find really interesting, mainly because we know so little about it, which leaves plenty of room for headcanon. But before diving into any of that, let's see what the IOS book has to say about Harwick and its railway.

So first of all, based on the name of this railway, was the original plan to try to build the line all the way to Cronk? Because that is a pretty long distance for a railway located in probably the most off the beaten path part of the entire island, and which, presumably, was never all that financially prosperous.

Secondly, the railway was horse drawn. I’m going to change this for my own headcanon, and instead say the railway switched to steam engines somewhere around the beginning of the 1900s. I’m not entirely sure what I want their locomotive fleet to be specifically, but I wonder if one of the Sodor and Mainland’s box tanks could have ended up here. In any case I imagine the engines of this line are a hodgepodge of second, third, or even fourth hand engines of ridiculously antiquated designs, all held together with duct tape and prayers! Also, I think it would be fitting for the C&H to at some point acquire a pair of railmotors similar to ones used on Colonel Stephens’ light railways.

Finally, the line was apparently pulled up for scrap at some point during World War II. I would like to propose that instead of being truly scrapped, whoever the owner of this railway was actually pulled off the biggest con in the island's history! Let me explain.

During World War II the British Government wanted to tear up the old line for scrap metal to serve the war effort. The owner sold the tracks to them, but at a cost significantly higher than what they were actually worth. He kept possession of the railways right-of-way however. The railways engines were also supposed to be scrapped, but the owner claimed they had been completely destroyed by a German bomber, and pointed to the railways’ blown up sheds as proof. It was a bit weird that only the sheds had been hit… and that no one had either seen or heard any planes overhead… and that the Cregwir Quarry coincidently “misplaced” some several boxes of dynamite the night before, which were never found. However, there was a war on, and frankly, the military had more pressing matters to deal with than the sketchy behavior of a disused backwater railway which was going to be torn up anyway.

So the line was scrapped, and for the remainder of the war nothing particularly unusual happened around Harwick. The naval base which had been established there was small, and only ever housed a handful of small coastal patrol vessels, the crews of which never really ventured far out of the town. But shortly after the war had ended, and the Royal Navy was out of sight, strange things began to occur on railways all over the island. The NWR had begun a program of repairing and relaying their tracks, which had become worn out during the war. At works sites all across the railway, several segments of old rails and sleepers, which had been taken up during the day, began to go missing in the night. A shipment of bricks for the rebuilding of some of the NWR’s goods sheds conspicuously never arrived, and the Skarloey Railway reported that a small stockpile of slate seemed to have simply vanished. On the Mid Sodor Railway, the long abandoned Mountain Road, which had its rails and sleepers removed in the late 30s, was mysteriously stripped clean of all its remaining ballast. The Mid Sodor, however, was too busy going bankrupt at the time to really take much notice.

Up in Harwick however, a remarkable rebirth had occurred, with rails once again running alongside the river all the way to Cregwir. Also, as it turned out, the death of the line's old engines had been greatly exaggerated, and they were found (due to some clerical error no doubt) to have instead been stored in a disused mine-shaft up at Cregwir, where they had miraculously remained in good working order (or atleast, good by the standards of the C&H, which wasn’t saying much). The revitalized railway had even built a brand new engine shed to replace the one which had been destroyed, made of bricks and complete with a slate roof… yeah…

Nothing could ever be proven however, and so the Cronk & Harwick Railway was back! Needless to say, the NWR and the Skarloey refused to ever do business with the revitalized railway. When asked by Awdry during his research The Fat Controller refused to even admit the railway was still in existence, hence why it’s marked as abandoned on most maps, if it's even marked at all! It's possible that one of the reasons the NWR never extended up to Harwick is because doing so would have almost certainly meant having to deal with the C&H. 

Despite this, the C&H has continued to survive. How? Well, that’s a question which many have asked, but it has become accepted wisdom on Sodor that you should not go looking for an explanation. For those who have tried have all ended up becoming obsessed and throwing themselves head first into their research, isolating themselves from society and wasting further and further away. Until they finally re-emerge from their studies into the outside world, having gone completely insane after finally concluding that logic and sanity had simply given up on the Cronk & Harwick and that so too must they give up on logic and sanity!

Since then the railway has led a mostly uneventful life (at least by Sodor’s standards), though it is still as ramshackle an operation as ever, and there have periodically been rumors of the old owner hiding stores of cash and maybe even some gold in the surrounding caves! Again, nothing has ever been proven, and the old owner has since been succeeded by his daughter, who has a slightly better reputation. Needless to say though, the railway has certainly lived up to its long standing nickname of The Old Crooked and Horrible! In recent years they’ve even taken to flying the Jolly Roger over their definitely not stolen engine shed!

#ttte #rws #thomas and friends #the railway series #railway crime #Sodor is crazy and that's doubly so for the Cronk & Harwick #Pirates barreling down the line riding a train of chaldron wagons #the cronk & harwick railway

[navybrat817]

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[mycological-mariner]

Pawpaw and ginkgo!

Pawpaw — how do you name your characters?

I tend to do this last. Usually it’s design -> story -> name. When I DO, it’s usually by going through old records and looking up families in certain regions, religious and cultural meanings, common vs uncommon and how that works for the character and then hodgepodging it all together. However, sometimes, as with Icarus in a more ridiculous fantasy setting, it was supposed to be Ichorous Smokes but the little red autocorrect line frustrated me and so this spelling stuck. Sometimes I see a funky name on a headstone and go “Hey, that sounds like a neat name for a character”

Ginkgo — what part of your story is the oldest, has stuck around from that original idea?

Oh BOY. A while ago over lockdown I wrote a novel (the last third had its files corrupted and it’s half-lost) about my Original Original OC. He has all the elements a lot of my characters do now. His name was Colm Tredwen, a navy lieutenant from a small Cornish mining town, who was involved in a mutiny and became a smuggler. His little brother is hunting him down while he’s basically on a suicide mission (receive a fair trial for the crimes he did commit, where he knows he’ll be executed but so long as it’s fair this time, he doesn’t care). I need to stress I came up with Tredwen when I was 11 years old and really wanted to be a sea captain, so there’s quite a bit of Silliness Taken Seriously. But the things that carried over to my new book are: Angry Bastard Wanting Justice and Going on a Big Adventure in Order To Achieve It, With The End Goal Being Death, Meeting a Sad Guy and a Delightful Young Person Along the Way And Lying About Their Intentions. Also Trans. At least for Icarus. Although there’s a lot of Tredwen’s story apparent in Fred’s character, even if he’s much more like the kidnapped surgeon character (also named Samuel!).

Although the idea for Icarus I’ve had for a while as well, about 7-8 years. Instead of a fantasy world it was supposed to be taking place in Chicago (I liked the way the city looked lol) and focused on a trans man made to undergo conversion therapy. But I decided to make it fantasy and change the tone which was far darker and had a very unsatisfactory ending

#Icarus’s story has a much happier ending #it’ll always crack me up his naming was a complete mistake born of my frustration with a little red line #thank you for the ask!!!

[oboedreamz]

Aboard the “Colossus”, an old space-faring refueling station, the work week finally started to wind down. The massive dagger shaped ship drifted silently through the Velus System trying to avoid any unwanted attention. Inside Aunt Z’s Tavern it was anything but silent. The rowdy evening crowd began to pour in through its old and rusty sliding doors. The hodgepodge of various different species living together in harmony aboard the “Colossus” made it an exciting and unique place to call home. The high tops, booths and

bar stools begin to fill and the sounds of laughter and glasses clinking together begin to fill the room, the weekend has finally begun! Belly pushed tightly up against the bar a tall, green, and handsome Duros boy waited patiently for his drink order. “Order up for Norath Kev!” Belted a tough looking Gilliand female in a frumpy dress uniform with matching fighter pilot cap. With a flash of perfectly white sharpened teeth, Norath grabbed his order from the bar top. “Thanks Aunt Z, I…” before he could finish his sentence he was interrupted with a firm smack on his backside. Norath whirled around to face his assailant, he frowned at the face he saw. There, grinning like a Tooka Cat was his friend Hugh Sion. “One of those drinks had better be for me!” Hugh exclaimed. “You’re lucky I had my hands full or I could have decked you!” Grumbled Norath, with a heavy sigh and a shake of his goggle adorned head, he smiled and passed his friend a “Bespin Fizz.” “Made with the finest Ryloth Rum in the galaxy, only the best for you Sion.” Mocked Norath, as he clutched his own drink, a “Fuzzy Tauntaun” tightly in his hand. Norath hated to admit it, but he was not a seasoned drinker, light weight might even be an understatement. He was tall and lanky, not a trace of body fat on him, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to learn the young Duros couldn’t hold his liquor. The two Resistance fighter pilots and best friends joined their group in a booth towards the back of the tavern. In the dim bar lighting Norath could see Hype Fazon, a male Rodian also known as the “Green Ace” from “Ace Squadron.” The “Aces” were a crew of racers that also acted as the first line of defense for the refueling station. Hype wasn’t a bad guy, but he could be loud and obnoxious at times which was pretty much the polar opposite of Norath’s own reserved and quiet personality. Sitting next to Hype was his friend Kazuda Xiono, a new addition to the “Aces” and a Resistance spy like himself. Kaz was awkward and naive, clumsy and accident prone, but he had a huge heart and would do anything for his friends and loved ones. To Kaz’s left loomed the intimidating figure of Griff Halloran. Griff was the “Black Ace” and an ex tie-fighter pilot for the Imperial Navy. He was muscular, with silver hair and two matching imperial insignia tattoos on his biceps. Griff, along with the rest of the “Aces” had helped him escape The First Order’s clutches, but he still felt unwelcome by the ex-imperial and wasn’t entirely sure why. Sitting across the table from Griff was Bo Keevil. Bo was the “Yellow Ace” a Kel Dor male, he was quiet and calm which was probably why he and Griff seemed to get along as well as they did. The eclectic crew looked up from their drinks as Norath and Hugh approached the booth. Kaz was the first to greet them. He flung himself up and over a protesting Hype and launched himself face first into his two friends. Hugh caught Kaz before he could face plant on the old wooden floors of the tavern. “Whoa! Thanks buddy!” Exclaimed Kaz as he held on to both Norath and Hugh for support. “You owe me a drink for saving your life just now.” Joked Hugh as they took their seats at the booth. “Hey! Don’t get greedy now! You haven’t even finished the drink I got you!” Yelled Norath over the buzz of Aunt Z’s Tavern. “I don’t just let ANYONE smack my ass and then buy THEM a drink!” Hugh chuckled and took a long swig of his fizz. “I bet that was the most action that you’ve gotten in a while Kev!” Teased Hugh as he took another sip of his drink. Norath scoffed as he plunked a straw into his “Fuzzy Tauntaun” and began to take little sips. Aunt Z was heavy handed tonight, she put extra peach schnapps in his drink, he’d have to be sure to take it slow this evening. “How’s your juice Kev?” Teased Hype as he swirled around the last bit or Rodian Rye in his glass before downing it in one long swallow. Hugh choked on his drink and nearly spat it in Hype’s face trying not to laugh at his friends lack of alcohol tolerance.

#norath kev #star wars resistance #duros #ace squadron #kazuda xiono #griff halloran #own character

[zethirdmind]

It has been almost five months that I complete now in Mumbai. The way I live, I cannot really call it "Mumbai" as such because I live in Kharghar, Navi Mumbai. I also cannot call it "Mumbai" because I do not feel like calling it Mumbai anymore. I never really warmed up to the name even though I am a person born in 2000. There is a certain nostalgia and attraction still associated with the word Bombay that I find way more enticing than anything that resembles this mesmerising hodgepodge of collective that this city pretends it is but it is not. It is a story of has and has beens that has been distilled into physical structures. Those structures are represented more by bars and social areas than homes in any other manner.

I attend one of the most prestigious institutions of the country and yet every day I feel the utmost regret and sense of privilege that I carry. I do not mean this to sound as if I mean that the privilege I carry is some burden that I am making a big effort for the lower classes to carry, but the fact that I am in my state helpless to provide them with help. As a student one of my biggest weapons has become the "student discount" but that is such an insidious thing to ask for when you are someone who pays more than a lakh per semester to attend a few lectures that give you a degree you can show to the world saying you attended some classes where an older person told you to read something you had not read before.

I am sorry if this comes across as cynical. I have been reading the book "Hatred in the Belly", a criticism of the likes of Arundhati Roy and Navayana Publishing, which are primarily Brahmin led, to explain and/or take up space in the dalit literature canon that should actually and logically be taken up be dalit voices. In history I am one that does not have the right to access this space, and I am happy to do so. But recently I have come across a group, especially on Twitter, who although not insidious, are more than likely to fall in this "arundhati roy" band of activism that means rapid criticism and taking spaces of those who need their voices heard, rather than careful and considerate exercise of voice and privilege. I wish not to follow their example.

In fact, it has become quite hard in this country to not be a reactionary. The specific brand of activism that comes from reading Arundhati Roy and the Mcdonalds-esque commercialised version of dalit literature such as Navayana publishing is invariably suited more to twitter discourse than any real social change. I associate these more with the ridiculous of notion of "words will change things more than guns will". Although I am no longer affluent with the idea of violence as revolution as much as guillotines as revolution I am much more inclined to a sort of debate that takes the central space much more confidently for itself than it allows the far right to occupy. The beef ban issue and NRC are not so centre as to deserve national discussion, than mere fringe right talking points that have been given platforms by the government. I personally feel sick seeing this happen especially as our democracy is already at such a perilous stage that I alone with like 2 readers feel scared posting this. Although not the peak of literary ability in my old monk state of mind, I belive i needed to say it to someone rather than keep it to myself. Now you have read it. I do not know what you think about it except thank, you.

#navayana #arundhati roy #leftist #left #socialism #activism

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Witnesses for the prosecutionAn assistant U.S. attorney read out a list of potential witnesses for the prosecution. This included some expected names such as former company executives like Caroline Ellison, Gary Wang, Nishad Singh, Ryne Miller, Constance Wang, family members Joe Bankman and Barbara Fried and even Anthony Scaramucci.Several institutions were also listed including Jane Street Capital, Sequoia Capital, BlockFi, Genesis, the Ontario Teachers’ Pension Plan, Binance, Nexo, Guarding Against Pandemics (the nonprofit of SBF’s brother), and Voyager Digital.Six-week trial expected Judge Kaplan said that the trial was expected to take about six weeks, but he also noted that could be over in a much shorter time.However, by the end of the day, he had not succeeded in finalizing the jury. Kaplan predicted that this would be completed by the morning of Oct. 4, after which both sides are expected to give opening arguments totaling around 90 minutes. We decided to illustrate the lead-up to @SBF_FTX's trial. Here’s Bankman-Fried's life in the slammer. From mirror monologues to peanut butter banquets, the fall is real. pic.twitter.com/v73IA6d5l2— Cointelegraph (@Cointelegraph) October 3, 2023

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