Rin, Nezha And Kitay Resemble The Trifecta So Much Its Scary, But I Can't Quite Agree On Their Placements.

No but imagine kevin and neil facetiming during night practice after kevin goes pro because neither of them are used to practicing alone. Andrew is there because of course he is.

Neil would set up a laptop on the home bench and Andrew would sit down beside it to watch both kevin and neil practice amd they'd come up and talk to him during breaks

Even after andrew graduates he still joins the call to watch them. Night after night, without fail, he watches them play.

And sometimes, on sleepless nights, neil sits near a window at the tower, calls kevin and just- talks. Talks about exy, about classes, about how the new freshmen are hopeless and andrew's new coach reminds him of wymack.

How neil took a younger fox to exites, and how it reminded him of when kevin took him to buy a new racquet. How nicky used to make them tea on quiet nights and aaron would begrudgingly sit down beside neil with a stack of notes from class.

Some nights kevin would sit in the little balcony of his apartment, warm blanket around his shoulders, and call andrew. And sometimes they'd rest in comfortable silence, each other's prescenece was all they needed.

Other times andrew would let kevin talk about whatever historical period he was obsessed with that the time. Letting his words wash over him and fill and soften the tense silence of the night. Andrews shoulders would relax for the first time that night, his heart would calm, he'd sink into the comfort that was kevin, right tbere on the other end of the line, fully prepared to stay all night, morning practice be damned.

The first night kevin comes back home to palmetto, he sleeps in the monsters' dorm. No one says a word about it. And no one mentions how this is the most well rested neil has been in weeks.

The first time kevin and neil practice together after kevin went pro? No one dares come between them. Even as andrew took his place at the goal.

They snap back together as of they'd never been apart. They weave around each other, perfecting each impossible pass and play. Kevin taught neil every new trick and drill. Andrew stood immovable at the goal, seemingly ignoring kevin's proud (and a little smug) smile and neil's open grin, making the the striker duo struggle for every goal. Andrew's patience would soon run out, the next night he would simply watch from the bleachers. But for now, he indulged them.

Come morning they'd have to acknowledge the fact that their time was short. Some they'd all be pulled apart into different worlds, different courts, so far away from home, but that was tomorrow.

Tonight there were here. Tonight they were home.

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Can't think about Romeo and Juliet without going insane (affectionate) about how genuinely good of a play it is and without going insane (derogatory) about how often it's been misinterpreted that a lot of conversations about it completely disregard the context of the story to make Romeo and Juliet's love seem superficial and "just being overdramatic dumb teenagers" instead of them both being born into a war they didn't ask to fight in, both having recently been put in awful situations regarding their other romantic relationships (Romeo having gone through what was more or less a bad breakup and Juliet being forced to marry an adult she doesn't know or love- of course they'd fall for someone who understands how they're feeling when nobody else will listen to them), and both of them having friends and family die over this feud that neither want to participate in. Why the fuck wouldn't they want to try to make things better??? Why wouldn't they plead and fight and kill and, eventually, die themselves to try to prove this battle pointless after every other attempt at both peace and escape has failed them??????? Gods I know I'm definitely overreacting but I get so frustrated when people water it down to "see this proves that love at first sight is a stupid trope" when that's literally the opposite of the play's themes. ALSO the story- while it's very common knowledge these days that it's a tragedy- WASN'T PORTRAYED LIKE THAT!!! Like yes, the prologue tells you that the main characters are going to end up dead at the end- but it's impactful because you're supposed to almost forget about that line, and wonder "how could things possibly go THAT badly?"!!! The entire first half of the play is framed as a comedy!!! You've got overdramatic monologues, a silly sidekick, old men swordfighting in their pajamas, a nurse that is well-meaning but ultimately incompetent! And then the silly sidekick dies. And very, very suddenly, it's no longer a comedy. Now it's a tragedy. And when this silly sidekick curses both the Montagues and the Capulets? Now you know. They're doomed. No matter what they try, something will go wrong, because the blood this feud has shed has cursed them all. And while they may try, and oh Lord, these characters try, they can't escape their fate.

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

Your OPSEC is Bad and You Should Feel Bad

Okay so one of the many things that drives me absolutely nuts about most TV shows and (some) books that involve secret or classified information or secure facilities is how absolutely not secure everything is, so these are a few basic things that people get wrong:

You can't carry around classified information. There are, I assume, exceptions in specific cases, though they are assuredly very carefully managed, but random intel agent #12 cannot legally just take home classified information so they can work on it at home. That's incredibly illegal. And that's for a reason--secure facilities are, as the name suggests, secure. Everywhere else is varying levels of not secure. Even for people working with regular business or government materials on their work phone or laptop, there are varying levels of strict rules about where you can leave it, how to report a lost device, and not keeping it in checked bags.

Badges should be innocuous and limited in visible information. Any sensible security system doesn't have badges that are numbered/colored/otherwise identified by access level, because that is a really easy way to identify targets for thieves/people who want to break in. American federal ID cards (CAC for military, PIV for civilian) have really specific layouts. Some companies distinguish between full time employees, interns, vendors, etc in their cards.

Badges shouldn't be displayed outside of the office. This is not really followed by real people (if you get on the metro on DC you will see a wide variety of visible badges), but displaying a badge is not security-wise because 1) it makes them easier to steal, and 2) it can make you a target.

Names/access level/information shouldn't be openly announced. I'm looking at you, MCU Spider-Man fanfiction. Just. Don't.

Confidential/classified information shouldn't be openly discussed. Stop having your characters talk about confidential or classified information in front of people who shouldn't know it, or even just out in the open at all. They shouldn't be telling their parents, their friends, their spouses, etc. Even businesses or government buildings that deal with sensitive information, there may be spaces where certain things can or can't be discussed, and employees/contractors will go through approximately 8 million trainings on where you can't discuss certain information. This also involves erasing whiteboards, locking computers, etc.

You can't have cell phones in certain secure facilities. People shouldn't be having their cell phones with them in SCIFs. This prohibition extends to all things that can be recording devices, including furbies.

imagine you're out for drinks with your mates spouting absolute bullshit about how you're gonna live forever and the palest rich boy you've ever seen comes up with a sick ass ruby around his neck and black robes and dramatic hair and is like oh you're going to live forever? in the most awkward tone imaginable and your mates are absolutely losing it but the kid isn't bad on the eyes and it's obviously the first time he's been outside of whatever castle he cracked out of so you tell them to shut up and play along and then bam it's been a hundred fucking years and you're still alive and this guy is back in the exact same fit and basically tells you you're immortal now purely to amuse him for one night in a century and you have to just roll with that for the next six hundred years because what else are you going to do

He taught him so well

how the most dangerous thing is to love

5 times Q unintentionally hurt James by triggering memories of Vesper, and one time it was a comfort (the being mean to Bond fic). 5,300 words

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“What could 009 have possibly said to have you smiling like that?” Bond demanded. He had passed the other agent on his way to see Q for equipment, having come in just as 009 was finishing up his own business with the Quartermaster.

Q sighed exhaustedly and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, 007, I don’t know why you waste your energy being jealous of him. You’ve more charm in your little finger than he does in his whole body.”

Bond froze, his expression stunned before quickly shuttering. When he remained quiet rather than offering a dig at 009 or a quip in return, Q eyed him curiously.

“007?”

Bond blinked, looking past Q with a blank expression. “Sorry. Forgot to tell Tanner something,” he said curtly, spinning on his heel and striding quickly back out of Q’s workshop.

“007? …Bond!” Q was abruptly on his own again in the workshop. What the devil was that all about? Q had expected flirtation in return, as was Bond’s wont, perhaps a salacious comment about what he could do with said finger. He’d thought he was giving the man a compliment, but it seemed to have landed wrong, somehow. He was quite certain that Bond didn’t actually have to speak with Tanner.

No matter, Q told himself. He didn’t have time to wonder over the agent’s moods. He had hoped for a bit of distraction when Bond came in, as he was usually good for a bit of banter, if not outright flirting, and he was a treat to look at, but Q supposed that would have to wait until later. He had equipment to clean and put away, and a distressing number of emails awaiting responses. Bond was bound to come back, as he needed to get his gear before leaving for his flight to Taiwan in the early hours of the following morning. Q had plenty to occupy himself with until then.

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