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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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okokok @blacklaces and I have been chatting and hear me out!

WHAT IF? Mobwife Daniel, our beloved, never fell in love with Christian? And instead, after the wedding he’d been sneaking off to go see Lewis this whole time. Lewis is the love of his life and who he wanted to marry.

Christian eventually catches on that Daniel is hiding something and ups his security– enter Max who is a fucking unit and Daniel’s new bodyguard. Daniel is incensed at Christian trying to curb his movements. He realizes fairly quickly that he can’t lose Max. Max has a crush but it's not useful to Daniel because it means Max doesn’t want to leave him alone.

Daniel calls Lewis in tears because he’s feeling trapped and alone.

It's been over a month since Max was his new shadow, since his movements were confined to the house, his favourite shops and restaurants. His driver followed Max’s instructions only and the security in these places had increased.

It’s been a month since he saw Lewis last. Since the argument with Christian that left him locked in one of the guest rooms temporarily. It wasn’t the hickey that had tipped him off, but Daniel’s new driver had blabbed. Allegedly, he’d spent too long at Nico’s place– ‘longer than necessary’. It had been enough for Christian check security cameras.

The hickey had just been an icing on the cake when Christian had thought to get violent. Daniel had drawn his knife and the motion and pulled his husband’s eyes to his thigh. The bruising had been stark and unfamiliar.

Christian left bruises on his neck, because he wanted to claim him. Wanted everyone to know that Daniel was his. Lewis left them on his thighs because Daniel knew he was already his.

Max had moved in two days after and Daniel hadn’t known peace since.

Daniel locked himself in his bedroom and dug through his underwear drawer until he found it. The burner phone took a moment to turn on and load up and with shaking hands, Daniel dialed the only number in the call log.

“Yes?” the voice on the other line was wary. They didn’t communicate this way– Daniel never hid it but Christian also never searched his phones. This phone was for emergencies. Only five people had this number and Daniel’s would come up as unlisted.

“You need to get me out of here..” Daniel’s voice wobbled. “Lewis, please.”

“Has he hurt you?” Lewis’ voice was tight and Daniel shook his head before remembering that Lewis couldn’t see him.

“No. They haven’t touched me. The new one– Max. He follows me everywhere.” Daniel took a shuddering breath before his jaw clenched. “And this morning I overheard him and Marta talking about calling my doctor. He is not getting me pregnant Lewis, I’ll fucking kill him myself.” His eyes blazed.

“Shh, shh. Calm down– it's ok Love. I’ll come get you. Do you think you can make it to Nico’s?” Lewis cooed over the line, Daniel took a moment to compose himself. He could go to Nico’s but he wouldn’t be alone, Max would would be there.

“Not without my jailer.” Daniel pouted, biting his cuticles.

“Don’t worry about the kid. Get to Nico’s he’ll be expecting you–Val will pick you up. I’ll deal with everything else.”

“I love you.” Daniel mumbled, grateful. He heard Lewis chuckle on the other end of the call and it sent a shiver down Daniel’s spine.

When they hung up, Daniel got dressed. He wore his favourite jewelry and armed himself with his knives and gun. Max was in hallway when he walked out.

“Are you ok Daniel?” Max looked at him concerned and Daniel fought back his glare. He’d gotten the puffiness down but his eyes still looked a little pink.

“I’m fine. I’m going to Nico’s.”

“Already? Viviene said your order wouldn’t be there until Friday.”

“Well, she called and said it's here now.” Daniel raised his brow and licked his lips, trying to remain calm and unsuspecting. He bit his tongue at Max’s blush.

“I will drive you.”

— - —

Valtteri said nothing, but watched as Lewis made a few calls. It wasn’t until they were driving that he broke his silence.

“Are you sure about this? It will start a war.”

Lewis didn’t look phased. “Toto’s aware. I’m gonna do everything to make sure Daniel is safe.”

“He’s safe in his house, with his husband and bodyguard.” Valtteri pointed out, he would follow Lewis wherever– but he needed him to be sure.

“Fuck a war, Daniel is worth it.”

“Then let’s go.”

They grabbed Daniel before his car even left the compound. The left wing of Christian’s mansion going up in smoke provided the perfect cover.

#mobwife daniel #our beloved #ALTERNATE universe?#a fic of the fic?#dewis

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fandomtrumpshate · 3 months

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Unlisted Fandom Challenge - 2024

In our earlier Numbers post we shared the top ten spots for the unlisted fandoms. Below is the full list of the remaining write-in fandoms - yes, all 105 of them.

For the first twenty, a single additional signup will move them up to join the tie for third place. If ANY of them should manage four additional signups, they'll snag the lead.

Know folks who work in these fandoms? Share our signup post and encourage them to participate —we'd love to have them join us raising funds for great causes via the creation of awesome fanworks. As ever, we welcome even more new fandom write-ins, too. (But please do not use the ' | ' character in the fandom name - or elsewhere in your signup form!)

Putting the list under a cut for length -

2 Alan Wake/Remedyverse 2 Ancient Greece Religion and Lore 2 Cosmere 2 Detective Conan 2 Dune 2 Formula 1 RPF 2 Glee 2 Guardian/Zhen Hun 2 HBO War 2 Imperial Radch Series 2 Mob Psycho 100 2 Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury 2 Riverdale 2 Shades of Magic 2 Ted Lasso 2 The Bear (TV) 2 The Stormlight Archive 2 Venture Bros 2 Wolf Pack 2 Persona 5 1 A Plague Tale (Videogame Series) 1 American Gods 1 Among Us 1 BBC Ghosts 1 Bendy (and The Ink Machine/Dark Revival) 1 horror 1 Blue Beetle 1 Buffy: The Vampire Slayer 1 Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF 1 Call of Duty 1 Cats the musical 1 Cherry Magic 1 Chronicles of Narnia 1 Cobra Kai 1 Coffee Talk (Video Game) 1 Criminal Minds 1 CSI: Crime Scene Investigation 1 Death Note 1 Dice Punks (podcast) 1 Digimon 1 Donten ni Warau / Laughing Under the Clouds 1 Dungeons and Daddies (podcast) 1 Endeavour/Morseverse/Inspector Morse (ITV/Dexter) 1 Fallout Video Game (Bethesda) 1 Falsettos 1 Fargo FX 1 Farscape 1 Fire Emblem (4-10, 13, 14, 16) 1 Firefly 1 Five Nights at Freddy's 1 Grantchester 1 Greek Mythology 1 Grey's Anatomy 1 Gundam 1 Hatchetfield 1 Hawaii 5.0 1 Honkai Star Rail 1 Horizon Zero Dawn 1 IT (Movies - Muschietti) 1 Jeff Satur - music videos 1 Law and Order 1 Legend of the Galactic Heroes 1 Live Free or Die Hard (Die Hard 4) 1 London Spy 1 Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic 1 Magnificent Seven 1 Mrs. Davis 1 My Little Pony 1 Narcos (TV) 1 NU: Carnival 1 Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint 1 Omori 1 Orphan Black 1 Pacific Rim 1 Professional Wrestling - New Japan Pro Wrestling 1 Professional Wrestling: All Elite Wrestling 1 Re-Animator 1 Simon Snow Series 1 Slam Dunk 1 Slow Horses (TV Show) 1 South Park 1 Starry Musical 1 Super Sentai 1 Sweeney Todd 1 Team Starkid 1 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1 The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across The 8th Dimension 1 The Adventures of Tintin 1 The Artful Dodger 1 The Empyrean Series - Rebecca Yarros (Fourth Wing) 1 The Good Place 1 The Last Kingdom 1 The Lunar Chronicles 1 The Mechanisms 1 The Mummy (1999 franchise) 1 The Pairing (Casey McQuiston) 1 The Radiant Emperor Series (She Who Became The Sun & He Who Drowned The World) 1 The Saint of Steel 1 Three of Hearts 1 Tin Can Bros 1 Tower of God 1 Undertale 1 Voltron: Legendary Defender 1 Wayfarers (Becky Chambers) 1 Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

#fth 2024 #fandom trumps hate #fanworks charity auction #unlisted fandoms #numbers

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themirokai · 5 days

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In anticipation of posting a new part of my His Professional Capacity series for the first time in three years, I'm posting the other stories in the series here on tumblr, in hopes of enticing new people to read them and check out the new one when it's posted.

First story is up over here. Next we've got:

The Dangerous Parts

Six months after the events of What He Does, a "business trip" of Mycroft's goes horribly wrong and Greg and Mycroft must deal with the aftermath.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Physical injuries, References to torture, Hospital visit, BAMF Mycroft Holmes, Love confessions, Alternating POV

~ 3,638 words, minor tweaks from the version on AO3.

Note: As the tags imply, this is a heavier one. I used "Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings" for this story because while it does not contain graphic descriptions of violence, it does contain descriptions of injuries caused by violence. Please take care if that's not for you.

Read it below or on AO3.

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Greg picked his ringing mobile up off the desk and saw that the call was coming from an unlisted number. He felt hope surge. Maybe Mycroft’s mobile had just been damaged. Maybe Greg had spent the previous two days sick with worry over nothing.

“Lestrade.”

“Inspector.” The voice was female and crisp.

“Anthea?”

“Yes.”

“Is he back? Is everything alright?” Greg could hear how frantic his voice sounded, and made himself swallow. Take a breath. “I thought he would be back in touch two days ago.”

The PA paused and Greg’s stomach sank. She was preparing to handle him.

“He is back. He will be fine. But he’s currently in hospital. I will pick you up in ten minutes.”

Greg felt the world spin away from him. “I’ll be outside,” he managed to murmur before ringing off. He stared at the phone in his hand. “I love you,” he whispered.

It had been six months with Mycroft. Six mad, blissful months of dinner dates, and late night drinks, and truly spectacular sex, and the rare, rare morning when Mycroft was still there when he woke up which often lead to more spectacular sex. It wasn’t all perfect. Mycroft traveled a lot and worked even more. Greg didn’t see him nearly as much as he wanted to, and couldn’t help but worry every time Mycroft went dark for a few days. But it was good. It was really, really good. Early in those six months Greg had started calling Mycroft “darling” which he could tell Mycroft liked by the way his eyes crinkled just a little in the corners every time he did it. He had referred to Mycroft, sort of jokingly, as his “lover” when he mentioned him to others, since “boyfriend” felt too juvenile.

But he had never said it. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. He had whispered it while alone in the shower numerous times, practicing for when he finally decided that it was The Time. The Time, however, remained elusive. He knew Mycroft liked him, cared about him, enjoyed his company. Greg was pretty sure that with all the responsibilities and machinations and decisions with enormous stakes that Mycroft dealt with every day, Greg was a respite: pleasant, uncomplicated, good for a meal and a shag, someone to complain to about Sherlock who really understood, easy on the eyes if Greg was feeling full of himself.

If Greg tried to make it more than that, if he whispered that electric phrase - much less shouted it from the rooftops like he wanted to - what would Mycroft think? How would Her Majesty’s Spymaster (or so Greg thought of him, Mycroft had never said what his title actually was, or if he even had an official title, or, for that matter, technically confirmed that he was a spy) react to some inconsequential detective saying words that would make their pleasant fling something serious. What if Mycroft pushed him away?

And now something had gone wrong on one of Mycroft’s trips to god knows where. Mycroft was hurt, badly enough to be hospitalized, and Greg had never told him. Had never said it.

But here he was in the back of a black car, being taken to see Mycroft in hospital. That had to mean something, didn’t it? You didn’t have your casual fling brought to see you convalescing, did you? Or maybe Anthea just liked him? Greg tried to calm the swirl of emotion and process what the woman was actually saying. Broken bones. Internal bleeding. Bruising. Dehydration.

It sounded not fatal. Greg rubbed his forehead and tried to force himself to feel relief. “But. How? He - he has protection. What happened?”

Anthea stared out the window for a moment, considering the version of events she could tell him. “He was in another country, conducting a negotiation. With people. It was not going well. For the people. So they decided to take him hostage and try to use him for leverage. They overwhelmed and badly injured his team.”

“His team… was it just the two blokes who are on his security detail now? The blonde and the one with the broken nose?” Greg had managed to clock them on every date so far, but hadn’t gotten their names.

“I can’t tell you that, Inspector.”

Greg sighed, and silently hoped for the security detail’s safety. They seemed like decent enough chaps, even if only seen from afar. “What else can you tell me? How long did they have him? How did he get back?”

“As soon as we found out what happened we sent an extraction team in. They were successful in recovering him and the team and getting them back. It took 33 hours to plan, deploy, and execute the operation.”

The hitch in the normally crisp voice told Greg how hard those 33 hours were for the woman sitting across from him, even though her face was hard.

“Have you phoned Sherlock?” he asked gently.

“No.” The crispness had returned to her voice.

“Would you like me to?”

“Mr. Holmes’s explicit instructions in the event of his serious injury or illness are that his brother is not to be informed unless his particular talents would be in some way useful or unless Mr. Holmes clearly and cogently requests Sherlock’s presence.”

Greg frowned. Explicit instructions? Of course Mycroft would have a plan for something like this, he certainly had the scars to prove it was necessary. But that would mean… well, he was here talking to her, wasn’t he? He pushed down his cowardice: there were already too many things he wasn’t saying. “Are there explicit instructions about me?”

Anthea’s eyes softened minutely. “You’re to be told as much of the truth as is safe and brought to him as soon as it is safe to do so. He’s been in surgery to repair the internal injuries and set his broken arm and leg. He’ll be out by the time we get there, but likely not awake yet.”

Greg took a breath. “Alright. That’s… alright.”

Anthea’s heels clicked down the wide hallway of the hospital. “You should prepare yourself, Inspector. He has extensive bruising. It looks bad.” She cleared her throat. “But the doctors are confident he will make a full recovery.”

Greg nodded, his heart in his throat. At the end of the hall was a door guarded by two burly men in suits he had never seen before. As they approached, Greg saw that the men had done nothing to conceal the guns they carried.

“Not the normal security detail, then?” he asked Anthea quietly.

“No,” she answered. “The security provided by field agents is best when Mr. Holmes is in the field, which he won’t be for some time. Until he’s back on his feet he’ll have more … traditional guards.” She paused in front of the door and addressed the guards. “This is Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade of New Scotland Yard. As discussed, he is permitted full access to Mr. Holmes.”

Each of the men gave a small nod. Greg cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks,” he mumbled.

“You can go in,” Anthea told him. “I’m going to speak to the surgeon.”

Greg stepped between the guards and opened the door, but then stopped halfway into the room with his hand on the doorknob. There was a rushing sound in his ears and his knees had gone wobbly. Mycroft, oh Mycroft.

No, no, that wouldn’t do. He couldn’t fall to pieces. That’s not what Mycroft would want. Too much sentiment. Complicated, not easy. No. Greg shut the door behind him, squeezed his eyes shut and breathed, in through his nose, out through his mouth. Alright. He had seen scores of car wreck victims, assault victims, victims of attempted murder. Corpses. Greg Lestrade had seen more broken bodies than he could remember. One more wouldn’t upend him, even if that one more belonged to… to… I love you. NO! Not that. One more wouldn’t upend him, even if that one more belonged to Mycroft Holmes, the man he was dating. Greg could do this. He opened his eyes again.

The figure in the bed was as white as the sheets on which he lay, except for where he was covered by ugly purple and black bruises. ‘Extensive’ was a good word for the bruising, Greg decided. There was a cast on Mycroft’s right forearm. Thank god he’s a lefty, Greg thought. Mycroft’s left leg was encased in a large metal cage that extended up to his hip. Broken femur? Greg wondered. It’s almost impossible to break your femur. Christ, what had they done to him? Mycroft’s eyes were closed and wires and tubes connected him to several machines next to the bed. Greg forced himself to move closer. Rope … rope burns on his neck, along with bruising. Oh god. No, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Greg pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat. He reached for Mycroft’s hand. Oh, that beautiful hand, those long slender fingers… the knuckles were bruised and scraped, the normally pristine fingernails broken and torn. Oh he fought back. The bloody idiot fought back! Would … would it be this bad if he hadn’t fought back? Would his fucking femur be broken if he had just gone along?

Greg took another breath, in through his nose, out through his mouth and felt something start to boil in his stomach. Why hadn’t Mycroft been protected? How could he have been taken captive? Why had he had to fight? There had been rope around his neck, clearly he was fighting for his life. Why? Who was responsible? Who had let this happen to him?

The door opened and he heard Anthea’s heels click into the room as she came to stand beside his chair. “The surgeon said that everything went well. She was able to stop all of the internal bleeding. He’s badly bruised but no major organ damage. His arm set well and should heal with no problem. The leg also set well and will take time, but ultimately should be fine.”

“Why?” Greg’s voice was a low growl in his throat.

“Inspector?”

“Why did this happen to him? Why wasn’t he properly protected? Why did he have to fight for his fucking life with a rope around his neck?” Greg slowly stood and faced Anthea.

She was about his height in her heels and gave him an even stare. “I have told you as much as I can, Inspector.”

“This is bullshit!” Greg growled. “You people can keep him under armed guard 24/7, but you can’t prevent this? You can’t keep him from having to fight for his life with his bare fucking hands?!”

A muscle in Anthea’s jaw twitched. “He wasn’t fighting for his life,” she said quietly, looking away from Greg.

“What? He-”

“He wasn’t fighting for his life,” Anthea said more forcefully, meeting Greg’s eyes again. “He was forcing them to hurt him.”

“What are you talking about? That’s absurd!”

One of Anthea’s eyebrows quirked up in a clear gesture of ‘Do you think so?’ Out loud she said, “He fought back so that they couldn’t use him for publicity.”

“What?”

“He goaded them into beating him so that they couldn’t put his picture on the internet without looking like monsters.”

“No! No, that’s - that’s -”

“Gregory…”

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Mycroft woke to the sound of Gregory breathing. His eyes were still too heavy to open so he couldn’t see his visitor, but no one else besides Anthea and very carefully screened hospital personnel would be permitted in his room when he was in such a state of vulnerability. And neither Anthea nor hospital personnel would be taking deep, calming breaths from three feet away. Hm, one foot away, Mycroft corrected himself as Gregory moved closer. Mycroft heard a rough, almost pained inhale and wondered what Gregory had noticed that upset him. Mycroft assumed that the rope he had been choked with had left marks on his neck. That was likely what Gregory found distressing. There was the deep breath again.

Ah, he had pulled up a chair. The fact that Gregory kept moving closer instead of fleeing was surely a good sign. Wasn’t it? Oh dear, he was taking Mycroft’s hand. Mycroft’s own breathing became slightly more rapid at Gregory’s touch, but the detective was too absorbed to notice.

Oh heavens. The number of times Mycroft had thought of this over the last several days. Through terror and pain and the harrowing fight to maintain control of himself, to maintain the smallest particle of control of a nightmare scenario, to keep those unfortunate enough to be with him alive - Mycroft had thought about Gregory’s touch. When his body wanted nothing more than to lose consciousness, he had thought about Gregory’s hand on his stomach. When he was lying broken and bleeding, alone in the dark, he had thought about Gregory nuzzling his neck. When his people had found him, fought to free him, and were moving him - mindful of his injuries and trying to be careful, but still in haste - through the excruciating pain Mycroft thought about Gregory kissing each one of his fingers, telling him he had beautiful hands, and Mycroft had allowed himself to feel hope that he would have that again.

But Gregory was not kissing his hand now. He was taking another calming breath. If Mycroft’s hands had ever been considered beautiful, they certainly were not at this point. Mycroft could feel Gregory’s tension where their hands touched. What did it mean? Was Gregory going to pull away from him? Was all this going to be too much? Mycroft had certainly not intended to put their relationship through this trial by fire, but since it was happening it would be a useful source of information, and Mycroft had spent his adult life dedicated to the gathering and use of information.

His association with Gregory Lestrade had been immensely pleasurable, unexpectedly so. When Gregory had first asked him to dinner (“You know that I mean it as a date, right? Not just as friends, or colleagues… can I take you out on a date?” those warm brown eyes shining from under the perfect lashes) Mycroft had anticipated a pleasant dalliance at most. And perhaps it was just a dalliance. But Mycroft quickly discovered Gregory to be warm and kind, a generous lover who treated Mycroft gently and tenderly in all their interactions. Mycroft Holmes had never inspired tenderness in others, not even his family. Often respect, sometimes collegiality, intimidation, defensiveness, coldness, fear, but never tenderness and warmth. Gregory felt like spring sunlight, and Mycroft had come to bask in it. He wanted more.

But his life was not conducive to more. He loved his work. Loved the challenge, the power, the information and knowledge. Loved that he was respected and trusted by the nation’s most powerful people. Mycroft’s work meant, of course, that he dealt with things every day which he would never be able to discuss with Gregory. He would be unable to reveal where he was traveling more often than not. Was that a foundation on which to build a relationship with someone as kind and good as Gregory Lestrade? Didn’t the man deserve better?

And didn’t Gregory deserve someone who would not without warning turn up physically broken as a result of his work? While the assignments that had led to several of Mycroft’s more notable scars were largely in his past, and this most recent occurrence was outside the norm, he could not completely guarantee his own safety. Gregory had accepted Mycroft’s security detail willingly enough following the initial snafu, but what would he make of Mycroft’s current state?

Mycroft felt almost ready to open his eyes when Anthea entered. A positive report on his surgery. Good. And - oh my. Gregory was… angry? Distressed, Mycroft thought. Distressed about me and expressing it as anger. Interesting. Ah, I was correct about the source of Gregory’s upset being rope marks on my neck. As well as the state of my hand. Anthea, of course, was completely unphased. She was, by far, the least flappable person he had ever had the pleasure to work with.

On the plane back to London, after the field medics had stabilized him and administered enough painkillers that he could once again think, and he had been provided with a satellite phone that connected him to Anthea, Mycroft had toyed with the idea of having her tell Gregory that he had been in a car accident. It was the cover story he would be using for his broken arm and leg - almost nothing else could explain a broken femur - and he wouldn’t be seen in public until his other bruising had dissipated. But the thought of actively lying about this to Gregory when he had so much else he had to conceal - the thought of denying himself Gregory’s warm light until after his injuries better matched his cover, was unbearable.

And now she was telling him - oh no, she was telling him the truth, as instructed. No, Anthea, the things you admire about me are things that will make him think he should not be tender and gentle with me.

He had to stop this. He forced his eyes open. “Gregory...”

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Greg whirled around to see Mycroft’s eyes bleary but open. “Mycroft!” he gasped. Greg dropped back into the chair, Anthea all but forgotten. He took Mycroft’s hand in both of his own, holding it softly: mindful of the bruising. He forced a grin on to his face. “Welcome back, darling.” He looked at Mycroft’s hand for a moment, searching for an unbruised place, then gently kissed the back and turned it over to kiss the palm.

Oh, Gregory was kissing his hand and smiling at him. Mycroft’s heart thundered in his chest to the extent that he marveled that some medical alarm was not set off. “Gregory… I … thank you for coming.” His voice was hoarse.

“There’s nowhere else I would be, darling. Your thugs outside will have to haul me away if you want me to go.”

Mycroft’s lungs seemed to seize for a moment. “There’s nothing I want less,” he managed. Oh more, he wanted so much more. His gaze flicked to Anthea and he cleared his throat. “Anthea.”

“Sir.”

“Thank you.” He held eye contact with her. “For everything.”

“Glad to have you back, sir.” One corner of her lips edged up slightly.

“I’ll speak with you soon, but for now please give us a few minutes.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.”

Greg couldn’t take his eyes from Mycroft’s face. There was a bruise on the left side of his jaw and a lump on the right side of his forehead, a cut across his cheek. The circles under his eyes were so dark they might have been bruises as well. He found an unmarked part of Mycroft’s cheek and leaned forward to kiss it. Mycroft’s breath shook on the next inhale and Greg cursed himself. “I’m sorry!” he said quickly. “Did that hurt? I shouldn’t touch you anywhere without asking.”

“No!” Mycroft replied a little louder than he intended, his hoarse voice cracking. “No, it didn’t hurt. I - um - I suppose I was just surprised that you still want to kiss me.”

Greg smiled. “What, just because you got a little banged up?” That startled a laugh out of him, and the laugh produced a wince.

Mycroft grimaced. “I haven’t seen a mirror since…” he cleared his throat, “but I can easily imagine what I look like.”

Greg kissed the back of his hand again, then the palm. “You look beautiful to me. You always look beautiful, you always will.”

Mycroft knew that he was exhausted, extensively drugged, and in immense physical pain which he was experiencing as removed from himself, due to the drugs. So perhaps his reaction should be taken with a grain of salt. However, he still felt that it was notable that prior to this week, he could not remember the last time he had felt the pressure of tears in his eyes. It tended to happen when he felt powerless. Prior to a few days ago, when he knelt on a cold floor and watched people who looked up to him be hurt, Mycroft had not been powerless for decades. But now, Gregory Lestrade held his hand and kissed him and called him beautiful. And Mycroft was rendered powerless by relief and happiness. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, looking away.

There it was. The Time. Greg carefully found an unbruised part of Mycroft’s chin and gently brought it back to face him. Greg took a breath, then started. “Mycroft, there’s so much about you I don’t know. So much I expect that I’ll never know. I can’t tell you what you deserve in the great scheme of things. I can just tell you that you have me. For whatever you want that to mean. If … if you want to keep things casual between us, then I understand. But I need you to know -” he paused, breathed, “I need you to know that I love you. I want to be with you.”

Powerless. Completely, utterly, at this man’s mercy. The tears fell.

The sight of Mycroft’s tears started Greg’s and he quickly wiped a wrist across his eyes then reached out to very carefully wipe his thumb under Mycroft’s eyes. “Don’t do that,” he sniffed. “Anthea will probably give me a broken arm to match yours if she thinks I upset you.”

Mycroft laughed and winced, then became serious. “I love you too, Gregory.”

“Can I kiss you? I’ll be gentle.”

“Yes, I know you will be.”

~*~

Thank you for reading!

The next story in the series is now up on tumblr.

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stackslip · 11 months

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the thing is i've seen campaigns and arguments that people should vote out the board members in the next elections and put new policies in place but ngl i think the rot was there from the very beginning and not only is it going to be very difficult to throw out the whole clique who have been running the show (both for practical reasons--being involved from the start and knowing the otw inside and out--and bc most people don't know or care as long as ao3 is running) but even if you do--what next? the issue is that it's baked into the very structure of the org and how it functions. you can change the ToS and try to put new policies in place but how do you assure that they are enforced and that people with higher clout/longer history actually do anything? how do you get people to even agree on the new policies?

and re the racism and harassment--i've seen people propose solutions such as a diversity consultant and stricter policies around unlisting blatantly racist content, but like. how is a diversity consultant going to do anything when the vast majority of the people running and volunteering for the website are white and fundamentally resistant to change of any kind? if you encourage reporting, who's going to respond to these reports and how can you assure their fair judgement? if that work only goes to volunteers of color, how do you think seeing so much of that content and having to deal with it is going to affect their physical and mental health? will it be automated or manual, and how do you resolve conflicts on the outcome--whether it's the person checking the report deciding that this isn't racist or bad, or taking down the work of an author of color talking about their experience in a way that differs from a white moderator's expectations? and how would you even be able to check all these reports manually without delegating that kind of labour to people who are either unpaid or paid incredibly low?

re the csam--beyond the spam attacks, this is the same issue that happens with any website or forum or online space that allows pictures even with third party hosting! this isn't to exonerate ao3 in any way but this is so widespread and difficult to combat and again the same issues come up--delegating this kind of traumatizing work to unpaid volunteers or low paid workers, doing little to nothing to ensure their safety or breaks. this is the case for every big website! and like ok you can put new policies in place, again, but with the existing culture of bullying and harassment, and the sheer weight of the workload--even if you manage to vote out everyone on the board and legal, how are you going to take care of these issues when this is baked into the structure of the org AND without hurting or exploiting people who have to manually review every fucking report?

idk what the solution is. i think the otw is beyond repair. it says a lot that volunteers kept quiet about this culture for years, bc they believed in the mission of the otw and ao3's use, and because they feared retaliation from the org and its most rabid defenders, and because they worried about this being used to argue against the fundamental mission of ao3 that they personally did strongly believe in. rn things are coming out but i imagine many people are still remaining silent bc of these exact issues. i have no doubt the number of volunteers is going to fall drastically, and that this will increase their workload, and again even if you put new policies in place the very structure of the org and workload is going to lead to very similar situations and to the same kind of exploitation, and possibly lead to ao3's malfunctioning and having more and more issues. maybe it's time to think about creating new archives? not just as protest but bc relying on a single website was always going to be an issue, and maybe multiple separate archives, while not as convenient, will at least reduce the issues and abuse by having a much smaller org with a less strict hierarchy and less pressure on volunteers. idk man. it's all so fucked, and sad.

#eli talks #otw #csa mention /#ao3 #tech

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Striker x Reader - Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

I've never seen a mechanical bull in person so I watched some videos on YouTube. They were a lot tamer (and honestly lamer) than I expected so I embellished. I hope I did a decent job.

Your mood had increased exponentially since your date with Striker, and all of your coworkers had picked up on it. Even Blitzø, who was the poster child of being oblivious to other’s emotions. After learning the details of your night with the rattlesnake, Millie had offered to keep it to herself, deciding that Blitzø and Moxxie were too emotional and judgmental to accept what was evidently a budding relationship. You hadn’t particularly cared one way or the other, but after the first day in the office where no one openly asked you how things were going with Striker, you found yourself grateful for Millie’s suggestion, and decided to keep up with it.

The buzz from your unexpectedly romantic picnic lasted for about a week, when it occurred to you that you hadn’t heard from the southern imp. No calls from burner phones, no texts from unlisted numbers, no mysterious messenger imps showing up at your door. Striker had left you with no way to contact him, and obviously no interest in contacting you. Initially, you’d told yourself that you were fine, that you were expecting this sort of “pump and dump” behavior from the cowboy, despite your only physical contact having been a brief make-out.

But the reality of his radio silence hit you far harder than you would have expected – or preferred.

It took about ten seconds of interacting with you for Millie to sense the change in your attitude, and another two seconds for her to pinpoint the culprit. She growled lowly, sitting beside you so that only you could hear it, insisting to her concerned husband that it you were just having a “girls talk.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” she murmured in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes.

“He’s not worth the ammo, Mills,” you countered. “Besides, it’s not like I didn’t see this coming.”

“But you were so…” the female assassin paused, searching for a word appropriate to describe your disposition after your date.

“Yeah, well, now I’m not,” you sighed, sparing a glance towards Moxxie to find him frantically looking away from the two of you, suddenly absorbed in whatever bullshit Blitzø was ranting about. “It’s fine, Millie. It was only a matter of time.”

“I know that,” she frowned, resting a hand on your arm, “and I know I ain’t the most supportive, but I really thought it would have lasted longer than one date. You said you had a really good time.”

“Evidently I was the only one,” you shrugged, your heart lurching uncomfortably in your chest. You shoved down all of the unpleasant emotions threatening to crawl their way up your throat and vocalize themselves, swallowing thickly and staring at one of the many scuff marks on your boots.

“It’s not like I fucked him,” was how you validated Striker’s sudden abandonment. You and Millie had returned to your favorite bar for Girls Night Out, which had become much more frequent as of late. Moxxie never minded, but Blitzø pitched a fit every now and then about not being included.

“It’s a good fucking thing you didn’t,” Millie countered, folding her arms atop the table. She caught your gaze wandering anywhere but her person, and her eyes narrowed. “You wanted to, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widened and snapped towards her face, and she sighed, reading you like an open children’s book.

“Of course I wanted to,” you admitted. “A girl has needs. But I didn’t, and I have plenty of toys at home to take care of myself. It’s not that big of a deal, Mills. We weren’t dating. He probably just took me out to piss you guys off.”

The door to the bar opened, and against her better judgment, Millie glanced up at the newest patron. A growl sounded in her throat, and you raised a brow at her in question. Her gaze remained on the cowboy strutting his way up to the counter, and you couldn’t help but follow her eyes.

“Son of a bitch,” you grumbled. “We need to find a new bar to hang out in. He frequents this one too fucking often.”

Millie nodded in agreement before her eyes wandered through the rest of the bar, and a grin split her lips. “You wanna make him sorry he abandoned you?”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you watched her expression steadily turn mischievous. “What do you mean? You want me to make him jealous?”

“I want you to show him what a badass bitch he missed out on,” your friend explained. “I may not like him or support your attraction to him, but he hurt you, and I think a little revenge is in order.”

“I don’t think he’s the jealous type,” you countered, taking a sip of your forgotten drink. “He’s too fucking smug for that.”

“Maybe not over other people, but he’s a cowboy from Wrath. The way to that man’s heart is in the corner of the bar.”

You turned fully around, sitting up on your knees to see exactly what she meant. Your jaw dropped as your gaze settled on a mechanical bull in the far corner, penned off by a shitty wooden fence. Just outside the fence was a control box, currently manned by one the bar’s employees. A line of potential riders had already been formed, and there was a decent crowd gathered to watch people fail.

Turning back around in your seat, you offered Millie a grin. “You can’t be serious.”

“As serious as I am that he’s a self-absorbed cocksucker,” she grinned darkly. “You get over there and ride that fucking bull. I know you got the balance and the stamina to hold on, and once he’s watching, you can throw in a little sexuality, make him real fucking jealous.”

With a laugh, you swallowed the rest of your drink and stood up. You sauntered over to the corner of the bar, swinging your hips as you went just in case Striker was watching.

Which he was, and Millie was watching him, cackling to herself as his tail rattled with interest.

You sweet-talked the employee working the controls to let you ride next, and a flirtatious smile to the people in line granted you their acceptance. You climbed over the fence and circled the mechanical bull, making a show of mounting it once you knew you had an audience. A loud rattling sounded amongst the murmurs of the crowd, and you stifled a grin, bending your hips to accentuate your ass as you swung a leg over the machine and perched yourself on its back. You gripped the rope fastened to the middle of its back with both hands, not wanting to lose leverage this early on. Without warning, the bull quickly spun around, facing away from the crowd and giving everyone a view of the curve of your back as you settled yourself into place. The bull reared forwards, the back end lifting a few feet off the ground, and you leaned back at the same time, keeping yourself upright. It righted itself before rearing forwards again, and again, and again, until it looked like you were trying to fuck the machine rather than simply stay on top of it. With every buck, you rolled your hips, giving the audience a show.

It turned halfway, your right side facing the crowd, before bucking backwards, the front end rearing up. You tightened your legs on either side, throwing your head back and grinding against the machine. You could hear the crowd growing louder as the bucking came faster, the operator attempting unsuccessfully to throw you off. Before long, the machine had lost all rhythm, the operator following your request to give you the roughest ride he could. It bucked backwards, forwards, spun around, spun halfway.

Your surroundings blurred together, the bull never slowing down long enough for you to see anything clearly. That was perfectly fine – you didn’t want to look at them, you wanted them to look at you. The machine reared forwards again, lifting you into the air, and you released one hand, sliding it up into your hair between your horns. Your tail thrashed about behind you, making it clear that you were holding your own atop the bull.

You rolled your hips every time the bull bucked, your head back and your teeth gnawing at your lower lip as though this mechanical bull was the most sensual ride you’d ever experienced. Given the demonic douchebags you’d dated, it wasn’t too far from the truth.

Watching your every move, the operator knew he wasn’t going to throw you. So he made one final finishing move – a backwards buck, so far that the bull was nearly standing upright, with you perpendicular on its back. The fingers of one hand latched onto the rope while the other arm extended behind you, your torso leaned all the way back until you were nearly upside down.

The crowd cheered wildly, and the bull returned to its starting position. With a giggle, you dismounted, adjusting your clothes and offering the crowd a wink. You thanked the operator, which earned you a grin. He may not have known exactly who you were trying to impress, but he knew from your ministrations that you had ridden the bull to prove and point, and you’d fucking proved it.

Squeezing and squirming through the crowd, you returned to your table where Millie was standing up in her seat, clapping and shouting. You laughed just as the bartender whistled, holding up a hand to catch your attention. Raising a brow, you turned to face him, finding a fresh drink sitting at the end of the bar.

“Free drinks to anyone who finishes the ride,” he stated, and you grinned, approaching the bar to collect your prize.

As soon as the drink was in your hand, a spicy scent filled your nostrils, and you didn’t have to look to know that Striker had finally approached you.

“That was an impressive ride, darlin’,” he commented gravelly, and fuck no not those butterflies again.

You said nothing, tilting your head back and swallowing a large amount of your drink.

“I’d love to see you ride me like that,” the cowboy commented, and you absolutely did not choke on the alcohol sliding down your throat.

“Sorry, Casanova,” you countered, spinning around in the direction of your table. “I don’t ride for free. You gotta earn it.”

With a nod to Millie, which she returned, you turned and strutted out of the bar, tail swishing behind you as you went. A low growl and rattle could be heard from where Striker stood at the bar, and you smirked to yourself.

You’d fucking love to take him for a ride, but he didn’t deserve it. Not yet, at least.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss striker #reader insert #striker #striker x reader

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Any haru aus? 👀

You get my first ever au

Which was just canon but. Well. I'll expand

So, it starts two years before it all. Two lonely girls meet on the roof, and slowly grow closer. Makoto was gangly, awkward, desperate to do good, be seen as capable and smart. Haru was just starting to come into herself, still small, worried her family's reputation would alter how others see her. Both had recently lost a parent

They started as friends. They were in different classes, and saw each other at lunch and after school. By November of their first year, that changed. Hands touching, sitting so close, one afternoon on the roof, they kissed

It was kept a secret. They'd eat lunch on the stairs to the roof, holding hands under a textbook. Study sessions in the far corner of the library, heads close with the excuse of trying to be quiet. Neither really called it dating at the time, but they remember that first day, know it's their anniversary

Second year comes and goes. Haru's birthday was supposed to be a happy event for them, but that's when Okumura organizes the engagement. Haru cancels their plans last minute, and when a concerned Makoto finds her on the roof the next day, crying, telling her they don't have much time left together

It's, different. Their kisses feel melancholic, as their lives darken around them. Both have their only remaining family distort right before them, and the one thing they have to hold on is, going to be ripped away

Then, Akira Kurusu moves to Tokyo, and things change

During their third year, at the start, they rarely see each other. Makoto is too busy for their lunches on the stairs, and Haru has to spend her Sundays with Sugimura. They send messages to unlisted numbers, short apologies for not being free, "I Love You"s, and hollow promises to try to hang out

Makoto awakens her Persona. Her mind feels clearer, and, her heart too. She races to the roof the day after, and holds her girlfriend tight. Makoto frees up her lunches, and secretly promises to herself that she'll do everything she can with her new powers to free Haru, even if they don't end up together. She just wants her to be happy

She's got new friends. She, doesn't tell them about Haru. It's easier to pretend they don't know each other. Haru feels torn, though. Makoto's, changed, for the better even. She's more vibrant than ever, but, when they part, Haru feels her world darken that much more

They share a room in Hawaii. For the first time, they share a bed. When they reach their room, it's a different energy than any other time they've been together. Haru giggles as Makoto tugs at her Buchimaru PJs, the slow way they inch closer on the bed

Okay I'm going to jump ahead sorry

So. Okumura has died. Haru, all alone in a big empty apartment, answers her phone shakily. Makoto's checking in on her, and, impulsively tells her she can stay with her and Sae

And. Haru moves into her room for the remainder of the year. Sae is tense about it. She scolds Makoto in front of their guest, since she can't handle having to care for two teens, and

Makoto stands up for herself here. Says she'll cover it. Get a job if she has to, if she's that serious about it, but she already cooks and cleans and does laundry. Haru softly speaks up that she can offer Sae rent money too, and eventually she does give in

She's hardly home anyways

And. God, things are so tender there. Domestic as hell. Makoto teaches Haru to cook, they share chores, and go to sleep and wake up together every day. It's, something they didn't think they'd have, so it's like a dream

The slow way Haru bleeds into Makoto's room. There's plants by the window, the sheets are slightly nicer, two of everything

Sae sits them both down and apologizes after November 20. She apologizes to Haru, then politely asks if she and Makoto can talk further. Haru almost doesn't want to leave Makoto alone out there, having heard her girlfriend slowly open up about things. But she goes to *their* room, and waits

Makoto comes out during the talk. She doesn't mention the whole dating thing, she needs Haru to feel safe enough too, but. Yeah

Things get better.

Anyways. Makoto and Haru but. Theyre gay in Persona 5

#persona 5 #persona 5 au

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Head of a statue of an older man - Met Museum Collection

Inventory Number: 47.105.1 Old Kingdom, Dynasty 4-5, ca. 2550–2460 B.C. Location Information: Location Unlisted

Description:

The small head was probably part of a standing statue with a back pillar. Narrow eyes, the remains of a jutting nose, a seamed face, and broad flat lips make this one of a restricted number of realistic depictions of aged officials from the Old Kingdom.

#Head of a statue of an older man #old kingdom #dynasty 4 #dynasty 5 #met museum #47.105.1 #location unlisted #mens hair and wigs #OKMHW

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Real time research on Bira Share Price

Bira 91, the vibrant Indian craft beer brand, has taken the nation by storm. Its quirky flavors, eye-catching packaging, and bold marketing have captured the hearts (and taste buds) of young beer enthusiasts. But for investors, the question remains: what's brewing with Bira share price?

Unlisted and Soaring: A Glimpse into Bira's Private Market Trajectory

Unlike many established companies, Bira 91 remains unlisted. This means its shares aren't traded on public stock exchanges like the Bombay Stock Exchange (BSE) or the National Stock Exchange (NSE). So, how do we gauge its financial health and potential investment appeal?

The answer lies in the unlisted share market. Platforms like LetsExchange and Stockify provide insights into Bira's private valuation. As of January 2024, Bira share price stood at around ₹670 per share, with a market capitalization of approximately ₹1642 crore.

This figure represents a significant jump from its 2021 valuation of ₹300 million. This impressive growth trajectory is fueled by Bira's:

Robust revenue growth: Bira's revenue has been steadily climbing, surpassing ₹350 crore in 2019 and reaching an estimated ₹600 crore by 2023.

Expanding market reach: The brand has gone beyond Indian shores, establishing a presence in the US, UK, UAE, and other international markets.

Strategic partnerships: Bira's collaborations with giants like Sequoia Capital, Sofina, and Kirin Holdings have provided valuable financial backing and industry expertise.

Savvy marketing: Bira's unconventional and engaging marketing campaigns have resonated with millennials and Gen Z, solidifying its brand identity.

The Bullish and Bearish Brew: Potential Upsides and Downsides for Bira Share Price

While Bira's current trajectory is promising, investors need to consider both the bullish and bearish factors that could impact its future Bira share price:

Bullish factors:

Growing craft beer market: India's craft beer market is projected to reach ₹5000 crore by 2025, offering immense potential for Bira to capture a larger share.

Premiumization trend: Consumers are increasingly opting for premium beers, aligning perfectly with Bira's positioning.

Innovation pipeline: Bira's continuous experimentation with new flavors and brewing techniques keeps it ahead of the curve.

Potential IPO: An eventual initial public offering (IPO) could unlock significant liquidity for investors.

Bearish factors:

Intense competition: The Indian craft beer market is becoming increasingly crowded, with established players like Kingfisher and emerging challenger brands vying for market share.

Profitability concerns: Bira remains unprofitable, raising concerns about its long-term financial sustainability.

Regulatory hurdles: The complex and evolving alcohol regulations in India pose challenges for craft beer manufacturers.

Unpredictable macro-economic factors: Inflationary pressures and economic downturns can impact consumer spending on non-essential items like beer.

Beyond the Numbers: Intangibles Shaping Bira's Value

Bira share price isn't just about financial metrics. The brand's intangible assets also play a crucial role:

Strong brand identity: Bira's playful and youthful image resonates with its target audience, creating brand loyalty.

Distribution network: Bira has built a robust distribution network across India, ensuring wide availability.

Talent pool: The company attracts and retains top talent in brewing, marketing, and other key areas.

Sustainable practices: Bira's commitment to sustainability through initiatives like water conservation and waste reduction resonates with conscious consumers.

Conclusion: A Calculated Sip for Savvy Investors

Investing in Bira Share Price is not without its risks. The unlisted market introduces inherent uncertainties, and the company's profitability remains a question mark. However, Bira's undeniable brand strength, impressive growth trajectory, and potential for future liquidity make it a compelling proposition for calculated investors with a high-risk appetite.

Remember, the world of craft beer is still evolving, and Bira's journey has just begun. So, as you raise a glass of Bira's finest, keep an eye on the unlisted market simmering behind the scenes. This Indian brew might just surprise you with its next bold move, and perhaps, its eventual listing on the stock exchange boards.

#bira share price #birapreipo #biraipo

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2000 Stockholm - Number 19 - Agnese - "Knowing Love and Loss"

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Welcome Latvia! And also welcome Eirodziesma 2000, a brand new national final full of interesting things. Alongside EuroLaul and Eurovizijos Atranka there's a distinct flavour of Baltic pop heading Eurovision's way.

I'm heading right back into the land of mystery with this. First the linked video. It's unlisted, but given that someone else has linked to it from eurovisionworld.com, I think it should OK to put this up here. There's no visuals unfortunately and this doesn't sound like the live performance at all. However at least we've got the song.

Next there's Agnese. She is Agnese Barone, Latvian singer who to this point had two albums out including one this year. Knowing Love and Loss does not appear on either of those albums, so I'd guess in this case Agnese was a singer brought into sing this song. Her high-pitched voice and the frenetic percussion with guitar work that pans rapidly from left to right makes this close to proto-hyperpop from the foundational era. It races along, dragging your resting heart-rate with it. Definitely different for Eurovision.

Sadly the rather bizarre mix of 93% jury and 7% televote that Eirodziesma was using, didn't enjoy it. It finished 9th out of the 10 songs competing. It also marked the end of Agnese's published singing career. However she does appear to have remained within the industry. Her last.fm biography notes that she currently works in a studio belonging to Marie Naumova - someone very significant in Latvian Eurovision history.

#Youtube #esc #esc 2000 #eurovision #eurovision song contest #stockholm #stockholm 2000 #national finals #Latvia #Eirodziesma 2000 #Agnese Barone #Agnese #Marie Naumova

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All you need to know about listed and unlisted shares

Introduction

The buying and selling of shares is a crucial unit of any economy. Any individual investing in shares can benefit from the financial rewards of purchasing the shares of a successful company to also be an active voice in the decision-making. Nowadays, anyone who has an aptitude for investing and navigating the share market can purchase and sell shares according to their intuition and knowledge. When choosing a platform, which one can trade shares from, it is important to check the credibility and organization to reap the best experience one can. Therefore one could consider options like unlisted shares dealers as a platform to engage with the share market.

What is NSE?

NSE is the National Stock Exchange of India Limited and is a registered virtual trading medium that individuals can use to engage with the share market. It is a system that is integrated with all the essential details, listings, technology, and data charts for the benefit of its users. It engages with both the domestic and international trade markets.

What are listed and unlisted shares?

Listed shares belong to companies that are registered on the stock exchange. These shares can be traded on the market openly. Because the trade is open, the shares are thus very liquid and can be easily bought or sold without affecting the value of the price itself. For a company to be recognized as listed, it must meet a set of requirements, such as the criteria of the company being more than three years old or the minimum capital required.

An investor can sell listed shares according to their evaluation of the market. They can also benefit from higher turnover from the amount of capital they invested into the business. There is also increased transparency between the business and potential investors since the investors can easily calculate the market value of the share on their own.

Unlisted shares belong to a company that has not been listed on this stock exchange. Since it is not freely listed on the market, the sale of its shares is not open. The majority of shareholders remain its founders and personal relations. The shares are not accessible on the market thus they are more in liquid stock and are not easy to sell or buy without the individual causing a considerable loss in value. This company is unable to pay the listing fee of the stock exchange and often fluctuates continuously according to the number of shares bought.

The advantage of choosing to invest in unlisted shares is that the individual can diversify the risk to multiple companies instead of concentrating it on one. In addition to this, since the value of understood shares does not fluctuate, the individual enjoys a more relaxed experience.

Conclusion

If an individual is interested in investing their money into shares, then they can choose to refer to the unlisted shares dealers and gauge an understanding of their prospects. After ensuring the number of factors that influence the profitability of the share, the individual can then purchase it safely and reliably to best suit themselves.

#unlisted shares dealers

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fandomtrumpshate · 1 year

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By the Numbers update!!

With just over a day left to sign up as a creator for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023, here's a quick roundup of all of the numbers:

We have 705 offers by 527 creators (I've had to update this three times while writing this post!). Of those, 97 are offering to work in ANY fandom! The rest have signed up offering fanworks in 273 fandoms, including 177 write-in fandoms! (To compare that with roughly the same time last year, as we approached 24 hours left to sign up for FTH2022 we had 680 offers from 525 creators in 257 fandoms including 153 write-ins … meaning we have 23 more offers in 16 more fandoms by the same number of creators for 2023 … SO FAR.)

A look at the offers, broken down by type (with last year's numbers in italics for comparison purposes) -

458 Written fanwork (fic, fan poetry, etc) (457) 107 Fan art (103) 63 Fan labor (beta services, translation, Brit-picking, etc) (70) 59 Podfic (39) 13 Other Digital Fanwork (7) 5 Video (4)

Nearly 65% of creators are opting to let their bidders choose which org to support with their donation. The orgs most often chosen by those who wish to direct donations to a particular nonprofit remain the Transgender Legal and Education Defense Fund, any/all abortion fund, Rainbow Railroad, and the Navajo Water Project. The orgs selected least often are The Appeal, Razom, and Violence Policy Center.

In our listed fandoms Good Omens has increased its lead and its lock on the top spot. MCU caught up with Sherlock and Teen Wolf for a brief 3-way tie for 4th place behind HP and K-pop, but has since gained an additional signup to claim that spot, leaving Sherlock and Teen Wolf tied for fifth ahead of Star Wars, Stranger things, SVSSS, The Untamed, and The Sandman.

A handful of signups could still shake things up here, or over in the unlisted fandoms, where the Young Royals lead has been cut in half … see the full list of all 177 write-in fandoms under the cut. Sign up to create fanworks to push your fandom up in the rankings! Reblog FTH posts so your fandom friends can do the same! Sign ups are open until Sunday Feb 19 at 11:59 PM Pacific.

8 Young Royals 7 Malevolent (Podcast) 5 The Queen's Thief 4 911 Lone Star 4 Homestuck 4 Overwatch 4 Red White & Royal Blue 4 The Owl House 3 Alex Rider 3 Attack on Titan 3 Between Us 3 Chainsaw Man 3 Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency 3 Disney's Descendants 3 Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (The Husky & His White Cat Shizun) 3 Justified 3 Lout of the Count's Family / Trash of the Count's Family 3 Love in the Air 3 Miraculous Ladybug 3 Not Me 3 Pokemon 3 The Legend of Zelda 3 Top Gun Movies 3 Witch Hat Atelier 3 X-men 2 Aphmau MyStreet 2 Bungou Stray Dogs 2 Carmen Sandiego 2 Danganronpa 2 Destiny 2 2 Digimon 2 Escaflowne 2 Gravity Falls 2 Hollow Knight 2 Howl's Moving Castle 2 Kingsman 2 NU: Carnival 2 Professional Wrestling 2 Scholomance 2 Stargate: Atlantis 2 Stephen King's IT 2 Suits 2 Supergirl 2 The Song of Achilles 2 Twilight 2 Video Blogging RPF 2 Warrior Nun (TV Show) 2 What We Do in the Shadows 2 YuYu Hakusho 1 A Series of Unfortunate Events 1 A Voice from Darkness (Podcast) 1 Ace Attorney 1 Alex Stern series - Leigh Bardugo 1 All The Wrong Questions 1 Animorphs 1 Be Kind My Neighbor 1 Bioshock 1&2 (only) 1 Blood of Youth 1 Blue Exorcist 1 Blue Lock 1 Bug Fables 1 Cabin Pressure 1 Call the Midwife 1 Cats the Musical 1 Cherry Magic 1 Citizen Sleeper 1 Cobra Kai 1 Coco Pixar 1 Cosmere (Brandon Sanderson) 1 Crossover Chaos AU (multifandom crossover AU) 1 Cyberpunk: Edgerunners 1 Dead by Daylight 1 Dead Poets Society 1 Derry Girls 1 Dice Punks (podcast) 1 Divergent (Movies) 1 DMBJ/Grave Robber's Chronicles 1 Downton Abbey 1 Dr. STONE (anime/manga) 1 Dragon Ball Z 1 Dragonriders of Pern - Anne McCaffrey 1 Dungeons and Daddies 1 Eerie Indiana 1 Elder Scrolls 1 Emma - Jane Austen 1 Fire Country 1 Firefly 1 For All Mankind 1 Glee 1 Grace and Frankie 1 Greys Anatomy 1 Grimm 1 Guardian/Zhen Hun 1 Gundam 1 Half-Life 1 Hello From The Hallowoods 1 Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni / Higurashi When They Cry 1 Hit the floor 1 House of the Dragon 1 Hudson & Rex 1 IDOLiSH7 1 Ikemen Vampire 1 Imperial Radch Series - Ann Leckie 1 Infinity Train 1 Jane Austen (any novel any pairing) 1 Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse 1 Jojo's Bizarre Adventure 1 Jurassic Park 1 King of Scars Duology 1 Les Misérables 1 Los Simuladores 1 Love Between Fairy and Devil 1 Madre Solo Hay Dos 1 Miss Scarlet and The Duke 1 Mob Psycho 100 1 Monochrome Factor 1 Motorcity 1 Obey Me! 1 One Last Stop 1 Outlast 1 Paper Girls (TV) 1 Parasol Protectorate 1 Peacemaker 1 Persuasion - Jane Austen 1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 1 Psych 1 Qi Ye 1 Ranger's Apprentice 1 Ranma 1/2 1 RPF 1 Sable 1 Sanders Sides 1 Scooby Doo 1 Shadow and Bone 1 Shameless (US) 1 Sidemen 1 Silicon Valley (TV) 1 Skins (UK) 1 Tamora Pierce works 1 Tangled the Series 1 Ted Lasso 1 Teen Titans (Animated Series) 1 Temple of the White Rat series by T. Kingfisher 1 The Ancient Magus Bride 1 The Boys 1 The Daevabad Trilogy 1 The Dark Pictures: House of Ashes 1 The Diviners (Libba Bray) 1 The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison 1 The King: Eternal Monarch 1 The L Word: Generation Q 1 The Legend of Drizzt 1 The Lion Hunters Series - Elizabeth Wein 1 The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) 1 The Man From UNCLE (TV) 1 The Princess Weiyoung (Jinxiu Weiyang) 1 The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards 1 The Terror (TV 2018) 1 The Vampire Diaries (TV) 1 The Wilds (TV 2020) 1 This Way Up 1 Tortall - Tamora Pierce 1 Tower of God 1 Transformers 1 True Blood (TV) 1 Until We Meet Again 1 UuultraC 1 Valorant 1 Velvet Goldmine (1998) 1 Vikings (TV) 1 Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold 1 Warframe 1 White Collar 1 Whiteley Foster's Mansong 1 Xena: Warrior Princess 1 Yellowjackets (TV) 1 Yu-Gi-Oh!

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