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Have you ever tried writing the secret quartet AU by @queenofhearts7378?
I have now. *grins* Well, almost. This is Part I, and I’m splitting it because I
don’t want you to wait two weeks before you see anything and think I’ve
forgotten about you. Also it’s already 5K. I swear I’m trying to just do
little pieces, but it’s taking me a while. So, here’s everyone getting together
because apparently I can’t resist setting up the crossover itself and starting
the plot rolling. I haven’t actually read any Secret Quartet stuff but at
least I knew who was in it without looking it up; hopefully I can do it justice @queenofhearts7378.
Important notes: I’m pretending Jake and Danny already know
each other, so feel free to pretend this is set after my DP/AD:JL crossover Mirrored, although the fact that they
know each other and have worked together in the past is about all you need to
know. Also, for this to work, Gabriel Agreste is Hawk Moth, so potentially AU
Setting: mid-late S2 for AD:JL, mid-late S2 for RC:9GN,
pre-S2 for ML, late S3 for DP
Whirlwind: Jake should be used to ominous predictions by now.
Randy should know better than to blindly follow McFist. Adrien should think
twice before sneaking away. And Danny should’ve expected something like this
when he got that phone call.
Thursday, 4:36 PM
Jake picked up what looked like a jar of inky sludge and
muttered to Fu, “Are you sure this is
what we need?”
“I don’t pick the spell ingredients, kid,” Fu replied.
“Put it on my tab, will ya, Sabrina?”
“Sure thing,” the vendor chirped, and Jake reluctantly
put the jar in his pocket. If it broke in there, he’d have to say goodbye to
this jacket. Basilisk venom wasn’t exactly known for being easily washable.
While Fu and Sabrina chatted about some upcoming poker
night—all the more reason for Jake not to get involved—Jake turned to see who
else he recognized at the Magus Bazaar. They’d already been to visit Veronica,
who seemed to be doing a steady business today, but there weren’t too many
vendors Jake knew personally. Most of them—
He turned, spotting the speaker more by her enthusiastic
waving than anything else. Sara skipped up to him, full of smiles, while Kara
trailed in her wake. “Hey,” he said as the Oracle twins stopped next to him,
“how have you been?”
“Same as usual,” Kara answered flatly.
“No more kidnapping attempts,” giggled Sara. She bounced
on her feet. “School’s been great, too!” Her eyes flashed gold, and Jake’s
stomach sank as she added, “You’ll be busier than us once the attacks begin.”
“What attacks?” Jake asked, but Sara just shrugged and
“Don’t get too worked up about it,” Kara said. “You’ll
have friends to help you out.”
He hadn’t seen her eyes glow, but there was no doubt in
her voice. They knew he worked with Trixie and Spud more often than Haley if he
could help it, so if Kara had come out and said it, it had to be related to a
vision. Which meant it probably wasn’t as obvious as Trixie and Spud or Fu, but
he only had so many friends, and only so many of those who actually knew about
the magical world.
Unless someone else was about to find out.
He groaned. “Aw, man, that’s just great.” Just what he
needed. More attacks, coming at what would probably be a very inconvenient
time, and no idea who was behind them. Not that that was unusual, exactly, but
if it was bad enough that Sara had seen it….
“Hey, girls,” Fu said, and Jake realized he’d finished
his conversation with Sabrina; she was already talking to another customer.
“You keeping out of trouble?”
“Mm-hmm. Everything’s been going smoothly for us!”
Another flash of gold. “But you’ll need to beware of the butterflies!”
Fu blinked, clearly not understanding the vision any
better than Jake, and looked at Kara. “Any good news?”
“We’ll call you if we get anything else,” was their only
reply, which meant no in Jake’s book.
Not that that was fair. It wasn’t like the twins could control their visions.
“Come on,” she said to her sister, and she dragged Sara away even as Sara’s
eyes glowed gold again and she shouted at them that they ‘haven’t fought
anything like these monsters before, so it should be fun’.
Jake stared after them as they disappeared into the crowd
until Fu said, “C’mon, kid. We better hit the books. This might be a tough one
Pulling into Marcy | New York City My second trip to New York was completely different to the Manhattan-only experience of my first 11 years earlier. We stayed in an apartment on South 1st Street in Williamsburg. The block remained steadfastly Puerto Rican in the face of hipsterisation with dice games on the street running into the the early hours. Our local station was Marcy and this sunset moment in March captures some of what makes NYC so magical and strangely exotic to a Londoner.
Cliff Tufton is a big-boned Welshman with a graying handlebar mustache, a sharp receding hairline, and a bulbous nose that sits a bit too large on his face. He is dressed casually in black trousers and a plain white shirt, and every so often he pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket and dabs at his perspiring brow. He does not seem to be much of a smiler, nor much of a talker, but when he grips James’s hand in his, he pumps it firmly and wishes him luck in the upcoming match.
“Good fingers,” he observes, holding the clasp a second too long. “Always keen on a lad with good fingers.”
From beside him, James can practically feel the strength of Hoff’s beaming.
“Yes, he does,” the agent agrees readily (too readily). “And speed like you’ve never seen. Did you get those times I sent over from training yesterday? Really quite spectacular. It’s—”
“They do the job,” James interrupts, shooting Cliff a commiserating look.
The man does not move a muscle. Not even a single twitch of the too-large nose or the perspiring brow.
On Thursday Jay Z, Marcy Media, The Weinstein Company and Spike TV held a press conference in New York officially announcing their production of a Kalief Browder series and Richard Pryor biopic. He also spoke on police brutality and the upcoming election during the press conference.
Browder was arrested at 16 years old and was imprisoned on Rikers Island for three years without conviction, spending over 1000 days in solitary confinement with no set date for a trial. He was released in 2013, and took his own life two years later.
After reading The New Yorker’s landmark profile about his life, Jay Z arranged to meet Kalief Browder in 2014, inviting him to his Roc Nation office: “We met and I wanted to give him words of encouragement, that I’m proud of him for making it through, and to keep pushing.”
HI! so I have a 7 year old cousin who’s autistic and has spent the last 2 years working very hard to complete kindergarten. His family just found out that because of his disability, he will not be allowed to walk at his graduation, he will greet people at the door instead. this is discrimination and is very unfair! pls pls sign this petition to let him walk!!