#Bloomingdale Trail

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Hermann Weinhardt House, Chicago, United States: The Hermann Weinhardt House built in 1888 in the Wicker Park, was designed by architect William Ohlhaber, This Victorian is known for its ornate Gingerbread facades....Wicker Park is a neighborhood in the West Town community area of the West Side of Chicago, Illinois, west of the Kennedy Expressway, east of Humboldt Park, and south of the Bloomingdale Trail, known for its hipster culture, art community, nightlife, and food scene. Wikipedia

[totheblood]

superposition. (five)

pairing: dealer!ellie x best friend!reader

summary: ellie goes to bloomingdales and gets a little brown bag, and you come over

warnings: 18+ sm*t! cursing, drug/alcohol mention and use, ch

a/n: this is not proofread! i am writing this on like six benadryl.. so don't hate me.. ok I love u and I am happy I wrote this also reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses

wc: 3.4k

masterlist for previous chapters

"no matter what we do, i'll be there with you."

Ellie was over this.

Sooo over this, she told herself as she found herself trailing behind Dina in a Bloomingdales, stopping at the Tom Ford counter to smell your perfume. Hands tucked in pockets as she glanced up at the sales associate that eyed her, a polite but forced smile on her face. In her blue and white flannel, Ellie was sure she wasn’t the target demographic. 

“Are you looking for anything specific?” Her voice was sing-songy and Ellie was internally cringing at how she knew this was going to go. 

“I’m uh-- looking for a scent,” Ellie awkwardly spat out. Obviously, she was looking for a perfume… at the goddamn perfume counter.  “It’s um… sweet… or fruity.”

“Does it smell like a specific fruit by any chance?” The lady asked, it looked like she was in pain behind her smile. Ellie was sure she was just projecting.  Her own nose scrunched up, indicating she didn’t know the answer to the question. 

“I don’t know… it’s um…” Ellie looked around as if she was searching for the answer, “Maybe it’s lemon? I don’t know… it’s for my girlfriend. It’s in a white bottle with a gold label.” Ellie knew you weren’t her girlfriend, she wasn’t even sure if you were friends anymore but it couldn’t hurt to pretend. 

“Oh, Soleil Blanc!” She practically yelled, picking up the bottle in front of her and spraying a bit of it onto a testing strip. She handed the flimsy paper to Ellie and Ellie had to mentally prepare herself before smelling it. Ellie brought it up to her nose and took a deep breath in, eyes fluttering closed as she did. If she closed them for long enough she could imagine you here, and instead of the annoying sales lady, there would be you. You would probably be smelling every perfume imaginable and holding tightly onto Ellie’s arm, but when Ellie opened her eyes you weren’t there. There was just the annoying sales lady and her. 

“Is that what you were looking for?” She asked, fake smile still on her face. 

“Um… yeah…” Ellie smiled as politely as she could, but she could feel herself shaking. It was almost as if she was on the verge of a panic attack but never really crossed the threshold. She never really flipped out or cried, she just shook for a bit and moved on. “I’ll take it. How much is it?”

“It’s only 295 dollars.” The sales lady said with a straight face as Ellie practically choked on her spit. How the fuck did you afford this? And why was this bitch saying ‘only’ as if that wasn’t an absurd amount of mone-

“Yeah, I’ll take it,” Ellie pursed her lips as she handed over her card. If she was being completely honest she had almost too much money and nothing to spend it on. And if she was being brutally honest with herself, the 295 was worth it right now. She didn’t want to admit it, but she needed you right now, and Tom Ford had your scent bottled up. 

“Your girlfriend is a lucky lady,” She laughed as she rang Ellie up, putting it in a gift bag without asking Ellie if she wanted it wrapped in the first place.

“I’m the lucky one,” Ellie said instinctively. She was already playing the role, so she might as well commit to the bit. Ellie had honestly never been a girlfriend, so she didn’t know if she was doing it right, but she assumed this was how it went. 

Apart from her domestic fantasies about you, she hadn’t really thought about being in a relationship. The idea made her sick to her stomach, but now she didn’t know if it was because she couldn’t imagine being with anyone but you or if her fear of commitment was out to get her. 

She wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to relationships though. She had dated this one girl her sophomore year in high school which abruptly ended when the girl's father found out about them. Ellie was sad about it for maybe a week but moved on when she found something else to fill her ever-running mind. 

Ellie wanted to be your first girlfriend, that much she knew, but that dream had taken a quick and bitter ending. Her face soured at the idea that she would never get that opportunity. She could never call you her high school sweetheart or any straight and corny crap she could think of. The sickly sweet dream was now something rotten. She was buying your perfume for fucksake. 

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” She smiled again, tucking the receipt into the bag and handing it over to Ellie, “Have a good day!”

Ellie found Dina looking through clothing racks somewhere in the back, approaching her and leaning up against the wall, knowing they would be there for some time. Dina had to do a double take when she saw the little brown bag in Ellie’s hand.

“What did you buy?” She breathed out a laugh before turning back to the racks and holding up what looked like a leather jacket. 

“Nothing,” Ellie sighed, rolling her eyes. She flexed her feet, looking down at them, anything to avoid eye contact right now.

“Why are you being weird?” Dina asked, deciding to put the jacket back and continue looking through the mixed clothes, “Like what did you buy at Bloomingdales that you don’t want me to know about?”

“It’s just..” Another puff of air from Ellie’s lips, “It’s a perfume. I just spent a ridiculous amount of money on it and I don’t want you to make fun of me for it.” It was a half-lie.

“What perfume?” Dina looked at her temporarily, causing Ellie to shift uncomfortably, but she quickly turned to another rack of clothes. 

“It’s this one from Tom Ford…” Dina stopped in her tracks as Ellie spoke, “Called Soleil Blanc or whatever.”

Dina was frozen for a moment before she turned to Ellie, her hand on her hip and face serious. 

“You bought her perfume?” Dina’s voice was sharp. She didn’t really know what was happening between the two of you but she knew that you hadn’t talked in a while and Ellie was barely leaving her apartment. It didn’t take a genius to complete the dots, but if it did Dina would still qualify. 

“I-I,” Ellie stuttered out, green eyes wide as she looked around, “No, it’s not for her. I-It’s for me. I like the scent. It’s nice.”

“You’re so full of shit, Ellie.”

“I’m not.”

“You fucking are,” Dina rolled her eyes as she started heading towards the door, Ellie hot on her trail, “You’re probably going to spray your pillow and hump it while you pretend it’s her.” Not a bad idea, Ellie thought. 

“I’m not!” Ellie followed her as her footsteps picked up, “It’s just a nice scent, and I like it. It’s not weird… I’m not a creep or anything, okay? The scent soothes me.”

“Yeah, cause she’s your fucking pacifier!” Dina whisper yelled as they approached the car, “She’s been your pacifier since junior year.”

“My pacifier? The fuck does that mean?” Ellie swung her door open, got in the passenger seat and buckled herself in.

“It means you practically rely on her to remain calm,” Dina explained, hopping in the car and breathing out a laugh as she shook her head, “I used to think it was just a weird friendship thing but I’m starting to believe you’re actually in love with her.”

The air in the car changed for a moment as Ellie stared blankly at Dina. She didn’t know what to say. Any claim that she wasn’t in love with you would come out in a stuttered mess and admitting to someone else that she was in love with you was something she didn’t feel like doing today. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Dina sighed, rubbing her face with the palms of her hands, “You’re fucking in love with her.”

“Yeah,” was all Ellie said as she leaned back in her seat and let Dina drive her home.

--

She didn’t want to think about it anymore. That night when she got home and got out of the shower, skin still damp and hair still wet, she soaked herself in the perfume, put on ‘The Office’, and ate a frozen pizza. This was pathetic, all of it. The pining, the wallowing, the perfume. She fell asleep after pitying herself for a while, the day finally getting to her. 

She was woken up by loud knocks on her door, jolting her awake. She was honestly pissed as she stumbled over to the door wiping the sleep from her eyes. She opened the door without thinking, the possibility of someone bursting through the door only to murder her sounding more than tempting right now, but when she opened the door she was met with your face. 

Your bare face, tired eyes, and tied-back hair. No smile on your face, but your eyes had the creases in them that they had when you did. You were in your pajamas, like you had decided on a whim to come over here. Wait, why were you here?

“Uh,” Ellie said awkwardly, shifting to lean against her door frame as she looked at you.

“Can I come in?” you asked.

“Why?”

“Ellie, let me in,” and she had already moved to the side, allowing you to slip past her as she closed and locked her door. Someone could murder her, but if you were here the door was staying closed. 

“Why are you here?” Ellie sighed, rubbing her face with one hand, voice raspy and deep from sleep.

“I…” You took a deep breath and steadied yourself, “Are.. are you wearing my perfume?” Ellie’s eyes widened as she shifted uncomfortably.

“What? No,” Ellie quickly defended, “Just tell me why you’re here before I kick you out.”

“I just was thinking about what you said to me at the gala,” you began, “I can’t get it out of my head, I can’t get you out of my head.” Ellie’s heart was already racing at this. Pathetic. 

“So?”

“So?” you repeated back to her, “Stop being a bitch, Ellie. You got to confess now it’s my turn. Don’t ruin it.” That shut Ellie up real fast. 

“I just didn’t know why it wasn’t the same with… her,” you looked down at her feet, fluffy socks covering them. Cute, “I just didn’t understand it, but I think it’s love… or love adjacent,” you sighed, “Fuck, I don’t know.”

“What about your girlfriend?” Ellie reminded you.

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore, it’s not completely over but we aren’t dating.”

“Not completely over? What the fuck does that mean?” Ellie knew she sounded like a bitch but she couldn’t help herself, all of it was too confusing. 

“I don’t know, Ellie! I don’t know what any of this means, I didn’t know what it was like to be with someone else until you kissed me. This was your bright idea and it,” you took a long deep breath, rolling your eyes, “and it was a fucking dumb one. I already liked you at that point and it confused me, okay? I mean, what the fuck was that? You were going to fuck me to ‘teach me’, I mean?”

“Pe-”

“And stop with that shit! My fucking pet name? Seriously? This isn’t normal, this wasn’t normal and now you’re acting like I did something wrong by dating someone, who you helped me date? I didn’t know what was even happening until you were telling me you liked me days after she asked me to be her girlfriend!”

“Did you come here to yell at me?” Ellie said calmly. It was only making you more angry.

“I came here to tell you I liked you and you’re being an asshole so I get to yell at you!” You huffed, your nostrils flared and your hand had found its way to your hip. Ellie hated how much she was attracted to you at this exact moment. 

“I’m not being an asshole, I just don’t know what you want me to do,” She pinched the bridge of her nose, looking you up and down, “You’re still seeing her, and I’m done sharing you.”

“I won’t see her anymore.”

“Are you serious?” She laughed.

“Dead fucking serious,” you scrambled to pull out your phone, “I’ll block her number right now.”

“You don’t have t-”

“I will.”

“Why?”

“Cause I want you,” you sounded exhausted like you had said this a thousand times before, “And no matter how hard I try no one will ever be you and I’m tired of acting like this isn’t what I want. Like you aren’t who I want.”

Ellie licked her lip, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth as she rubbed at her chin. She was acting like she was thinking, but she had already made up her mind. She wanted you. 

Ellie didn’t have it in her to be upset with you anymore as she saw the genuine desperation in your eyes. She wanted to kiss the worried look off your face, nip at your skin as she told you it was okay, that you were forgiven. She wanted to do that but instead, she walked over to you, closing the distance between the two of you.

"You better not be fucking with me," she warned, her voice coming out in a whisper, as her eyes flicked down to your lips.

You shook your head, your own eyes looking down at her lips as you stepped closer, "I'm not. I promise."

Ellie didn’t want to wait any longer. Without another word, she grabbed you by your hips, pulling at you but ultimately balling the material of your sweatshirt in her hands. She pulled you into her, pressing her lips to yours, slow and sweet. Like always, her eyes fluttered closed, as she felt you loosen up in her grip. Your own hand reached up to grab at her arms. You were just as touch-starved and desperate as her. The taste of your lips was making her dizzy, a mixture of sweetness and desire that made her head spin. She could feel the heat radiating between you, coming off you in waves. It smelled like lemon. 

Her hands roamed over your body, grabbing at anything she could. Your ass, thighs, tits. They were all hers. She could feel herself growing wet as you stuck your tongue in her mouth and was only met with a moan. All she could taste was mint and all she could smell was lemon and she was certain she was going to pass out. 

With a sudden surge of urgency, Ellie pushed you against her kitchen table, helping you sit on it as she pushed her unopened mail to the side. She pulled away for a moment to look at you. You looked so pretty with swollen lips, tip of your nose slightly red from her own brushing against yours. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, Petal,” she pushed a stray hair out of your face smiling as she gently kissed your lips. It was short and sweet and made your heart race. The initial thrill was gone and you were left with heavy breathing and an intimate stare. Her hands dipped into the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling at them gently, “Can I take these off for you?” 

She smiled and kissed you again as you nodded. She pulled them down and let them fall to the floor, leaning down to press a kiss to your thigh, making you shiver. You weren’t wearing anything special, just some grey briefs that betrayed you by showing the damp spot between your legs. 

“Sit back for me,” Ellie instructed, moving you backward so you could put the soles of your feet on the table. You did as you were told, leaning up on your elbows to get a good look at her. Ellie pulled a chair up, sitting in front of you. Her hand grabbed at your ankle, rubbing the skin as she leaned forward to lick you through your underwear. The sudden contact made you gasp and close your eyes. She looked up at you and smiled, before licking again, and closing her mouth around your clothed clit and sucking gently. 

All of her movement was excruciatingly slow as she pulled at the hem of your underwear, dragging them up and over your legs and throwing them to the side. This wasn’t the first time she saw you like this, but every time she did she felt her own clit aching. She leaned down again and slowly licked up your cunt, from your entrance to clit, sucking again as she flicked her tongue against you. As she did this her own hand traveled lower, sticking into the waistband of her pants and circling her clit. It didn’t help that you were whimpering beneath her, words that sounded like her name coming from your mouth. 

She wasn’t being vocal this time, though. She was focusing solely on you and how her own pleasure was growing.  

You moaned out loud this time as she slid two fingers inside you, her fingers curling upwards as she did so. Ellie's touch was both gentle and demanding, her fingers brushing a sensitive spot inside you, causing you to gasp out again. The rhythm of her movements never sped up, they were slow and calculated and she had only pumped her fingers in and out of you a few times before she was pulling them out and licking them clean.

Ellie stood up and guided you to the edge of the table, pulling one of your legs off the table and leaving one firmly planted on the table.

“You’re okay?” She checked in momentarily, placing her hands on your hips as you sat up. 

“More than okay,” you smiled leaning forward to kiss her again. She groaned into the kiss and took a step back, stripping her pants from her body and pulling off her underwear, and throwing it into the pile where yours was. You decided to be bold and reach forward to circle her clit with your fingers, causing her to groan, throw her head back, and grip at the edge of the table. 

“Fuck,” she cursed out, grinding into your touch almost forgetting her plans. Almost. She grabbed at your wrist stopping you, and pulling your hand off of her. 

“Was that not,” you mumbled out, “was that not good?”

“No, shit…” Ellie cursed under her breath, “It was too good. I just.. I had other plans, okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled, still unsure of yourself.

Ellie lifted one of her legs onto the table, so her cunt was positioned right on top of yours. Her gaze locked with yours as she slowly ground her hips into you, earning a loud gasp from you as you grabbed onto her, your own juices mixing with hers. You could tell how wet she was which only egged you on, making your eyes roll back into your head as she ground faster into you, her own breathing heavy and shallow. She was panting as she gripped onto your thigh, nails leaving marks there. Her other hand reached up to reach the back of your neck as she sped up once again.

“Came back to me just for this…” She breathed out, “She couldn’t make you cum… She could never make you look like this.”

As both of your moans grew louder, Ellie’s grip only tightened on you, the phrase “you’re mine” falling from her lips multiple times. The pleasure and pressure was overwhelming, a deep knot in your stomach was begging to come undone.

“Ellie, I’m going to-”

“Cum,” she demanded as her movements sped up and became more sloppy. She was about burst. As your moans grew louder and faster, and she could tell you were about to cum, she pressed her lips to yours, moaning as her hand that was gripping your thigh rested on your table. You came as she kissed you. 

She pulled away, her leg falling from the table as she leaned against the table, both of her hands gripping the edge. She didn’t want to look up at you, scared that you would have decided by now that you wanted to leave her. Reluctantly she looked up at your sweaty face to see you smiling at her, toothy grin and all making her smile back. 

“Oh, you soooo have a crush on me,” you teased.

“Oh, shut up. So do you.”

[krurbbbylift]

WIP

MASTER LIST OF STORES AND EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW!!!

Adidas:

Aeropostale: 

Abercrombie & Fitch: 

American Eagle: 

Armani: 

Banana Republic: 

Barnes & Noble: Uses Rfid tags and sometimes spider wraps on kpop albums and anime figures if there’s frequent theft in area. Cameras are not actively monitored, but are checked after theft. Store managers are the only ones who have the authority to call the police. Store managers are the only staff who can trail shoplifters, but they will give aggressive customer service if they suspect you. They won’t chase. Pretty easy to lift from. 

Bath & Body Works: Intermediate 

No LP, and cameras aren't actively monitored. The stores are small and have many employees mostly concentrated at the counters except for a greeter who helps customers with questions. They don't prosecute, but they call mall security and will let them determine if police will be called. This is a store only good for small lifts, and then leaving quickly.

Bed, Bath, and Beyond: Out of business.

Best Buy: There is security in the front. They will tackle. Very hard to lift from.

Bloomingdales: 

Books-a-million: 

Burlington Coat Factory: 

Carson’s: 

Chanel: 

COACH: 

Costco: Wouldn’t recommend. Unless you have a gift card, they will use your membership info to find out more about you.

CVS:  Uses RFID tags on some products (some medicines and some makeup) but that varies on the location. Some at locations the security towers don’t go off (don’t risk it). Semi-Easy

 They have no chase policy and workers aren’t allowed to do anything. They can’t stop you, or ask to check your bag unless it’s LP. Cameras are usually non actively monitored. LP rotates regionally, usually working two, 8-hour shifts per week at specific stores.

Dick’s Sporting Goods: Not recommended for beginners. Conceal in dressing room or in tall aisles. Check for stickers/tags and dispose of accordingly. RFID Tags on clothes can set off alarms.

Dillard’s: Hard store. Dedicated LP.

Dollar General: Super easy, conceal in aisles. some stores are going out of business, take advantage of areas without cameras.

Dollar Tree: Beginner Friendly Store 

Oftentimes, the cameras are fake. Few employees are usually in the store. DT doesn't want to waste money on security or LP because their products are cheap. 

Family Dollar: Uses rfid tags on electronics, some hair and body products. 

At most they will have four employees in the store, but they usually only have one or two. Extremely easy as long as you watch over your shoulders. At some locations the workers are required to tell you to leave your book bag at the front. If you're a school student—but they usually don’t care enough to say it or enforce the rule.

Semi-Easy

Five and Below: 

Finish Line/Footlocker: 

Flying Tiger: Medium

No LP, but small with a lot of cameras. Went to one in a mall

Food Lion: 

Gamestop: 

GAP: 

GNC: 

Gucci: Best for a grab and run.

H&M: 

Hobby Lobby: So easy. The aisles are very tall and usually the only cameras are near the front by the registers. Body concealing is recommended.

Hollister: There are cameras. Hook is required to detag. Fairly easy so long as you are not counted for clothes. Security is seldom called, so just be sneaky and don’t get sloppy.

Home Depot: 

Hot Topic: Use Pencil Tags and Ink tags. Sometimes there’s a camera up front near the desk but usually there’s no camera. Depends on the value, store location, and what the item is.

Jo-Ann Fabrics: Just as easy as Hobby Lobby, but there is a camera at the beginning of the entrance. Conceal in blind spots near the back of the store. Watch out for customers.

JC Penny: 

King Super’s: 

K-Mart: 

Kohl’s: 

Kroger: 

Lord and Taylor: 

Lowes: 

Lush:

Macy’s: 

Martin’s (closing): 

Meijers: 

Mervyns: 

Michael’s: Conceal in blind spots, quite easy as long as you avoid cameras. I wouldn’t recommend going super often as most stores exits are located by the registers and you have to walk past a cashier to leave. 

Michael Kor’s: 

Nike: Stickers on apparel tags. Take clothing and conceal in fitting room. For shoes, use structured bag and conceal where there aren’t any cameras. Check shoes for any stickers or tags beforehand. 

Nordstrom: If you are a teen, SA will be on your ass. Not only are they paid on commission, they make extra for catching shoplifters.

Office Depot/Max: Barely any cameras except near the front. Don’t try and get printer ink. School supplies are easy, just body conceal in aisles. Watch out for workers.

Old Navy: 

Pet-Co: 

PetSmart: 

Rite Aid: 

Ross: 

Safeway: 

Sam’s Club: 

Sears: 

Sephora: Crouch down to conceal, and don’t go around in circles too much. If you have a blind spot, gather everything you want, conceal, and discreetly leave. Walk around the check out area so you look like you’re considering purchasing items.

Sheetz: 

Spencer’s: 

Staples: Same as Office Depot.

Stop & Shop: 

Sunglass Hut: Easier to bring an old pair of sunglasses and switch them. Check tags, and don’t go if it’s not busy. LP situation is unknown but it’s good to practice sleight of hand.

Target: Uses RFID and hard tags. Notoriously hard to lift from, build’s cases, and employees and security are allowed to chase.

Things Remembered:

Toys R Us: 

Tuesday Morning: 

Ulta: Easier than Sephora. Conceal in haircare or while crouching. They cannot chase. Watch out for customers and don’t linger around too much in blind spots.

Vans: 

Virginia Diner Shoppe:

Walmart:

Walgreens:

Wawa:

Wegman’s:

Zumiez: 

7-Eleven: Easy to lift food and candy. Don’t exactly know if they have tags but if you body conceal

There's info still needed so dm me to help!

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Blog 3: Privilege in Nature Interpretation

Hey all! Welcome back to my 3rd blog post and thank you all for joining me on this journey! Enjoy my thoughts on privilege in Nature Interpretation and obviously some pictures as well!

What is privilege? The definition of privilege is a special right or advantage available to only specific people or groups. As an example this could mean that someone who is born in a large city (e.g., New York, Toronto, L.A., etc.) may never visit an untouched natural forest. While, someone born in the country or smaller towns (e.g., St. Clements, Huntsville, Lion’s Head, etc.) might be a 30 second walk from one. This privilege of being able to visit the forests and see them in their natural untouched beauty can cause a very long lasting, and deep impression on someone as a child, which, can help their love for nature grow and be significantly different than someone without the privilege of being able to visit these places on a daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly basis. 

A picture of the untouched forest on Flower Pot Island, Tobermory from a boat just off shore. The smaller of the 2 flowerpots is seen in this picture as well.

Some people with the privilege of being in nature at a young age are going to care for it more. Thus, if you have a nature interpretation guided hike or fun activity it is more likely that the people who have had the privilege of being exposed to nature are going to show up to the hike/activity and interact with the event happening, than someone who did not have the privilege of being exposed to nature as a young child. 

A picture taken from my grandma's sugar bush. Pails on the trees can be seen and are used for collecting sap for making maple syrup.

I was personally lucky enough to have had this privilege and have a deep interest in nature. Every year, my family goes to my grandma’s house and taps trees to collect sap and make maple syrup, and for many years when I was young I wouldn’t really help that much (oops) and would run around the bush playing in the trees and the ponds that were all around. I also had the privilege of exploring new places such as Snyder's Flats in Bloomingdale, and many trails through the Northern Bruce Peninsula. This privilege allowed me to see many different animals in different events ranging anywhere from a bear trying to break into a dumpster (unfortunately I didn’t get a picture) to water snakes mating on the rocks to feeding flying squirrels from my hand. Many people will never be able to experience these things because they never had the privilege of being in these places multiple times or for extended periods of time.

2 wild baby foxes I saw on my way home from work in the summer time.

Thank you all once again for reading this blog. I hope you enjoyed, and hopefully you join back next week for the next post!

[aydinbarak]

Where: Bloomingdales  Who: @dilanxbarak​

Aydin had a few books under his arm, and Renata trailing along side hime when he almost bumped into someone. Every year he failed to be on top of gifts he was getting anyone for Christmas until the last minute. One of the few exceptions was always his sister Dilan, whose gifts he was partially picking out now. He steadied his coffee cup in one hand, books under his arms, a bag slung over his shoulder, and Renata to the side of him. Maybe he lived on the edge, Christmas shopping with a toddler and a coffee cup doing a balancing act right now, but he needed it for — “Gosh. why is it you can’t go anywhere without christmas carols playing this time of year?” Aydin didn’t dislike Christmas carols, it was just frustrating when you were trying to focus and jingle bells played for an hour straight in the back ground. “Can’t believe i’m nearly knocking you over again though I’d rather it be you than someone else” he said teasing his sister. 

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Finding Your Ideal Home: Exploring Homes for Sale in Bloomingdale, IL

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Bloomingdale is home to several distinct neighborhoods, each with its own unique character and amenities. From family-friendly suburbs to bustling urban centers, there's a neighborhood in Bloomingdale to suit every lifestyle.

The Stratford Square area is a vibrant commercial and residential hub, offering shopping, dining, and entertainment options. Residents enjoy easy access to the Stratford Square Mall, which features popular retailers, restaurants, and a movie theater.

For those seeking a more tranquil setting, neighborhoods like Indian Lakes and Westlake offer peaceful surroundings and scenic views. These communities boast well-manicured parks, serene lakes, and recreational facilities, providing residents with ample opportunities for outdoor recreation and relaxation.

The Bloomfield Club is a prestigious gated community in Bloomingdale, offering resort-style amenities and upscale living. Residents of the Bloomfield Club enjoy access to a clubhouse, swimming pools, tennis courts, and walking trails, creating a luxurious and exclusive lifestyle experience.

Schools and Education

Bloomingdale is served by several highly-rated school districts, making it an excellent choice for families with school-age children. Students in Bloomingdale attend schools in either School District 13 or School District 15, both of which are known for their academic excellence and extracurricular offerings.

Notable schools in Bloomingdale include Erickson Elementary School, Westfield Middle School, and Lake Park High School. These schools prioritize student success and provide a supportive learning environment where students can thrive academically, socially, and emotionally.

In addition to public schools, Bloomingdale is home to several private and parochial schools, offering families a variety of educational options. These schools focus on providing a well-rounded education grounded in academic rigor, character development, and community engagement.

Recreational Amenities

Residents of Bloomingdale enjoy access to a wide range of recreational amenities and outdoor activities. The village is home to numerous parks, playgrounds, and nature preserves, providing ample opportunities for outdoor recreation and relaxation.

Notable parks in Bloomingdale include Springfield Park, Circle Park, and Westlake Park, all of which feature walking trails, sports fields, and picnic areas. These parks are popular destinations for family outings, community events, and outdoor fitness activities.

Bloomingdale is also home to the Bloomingdale Park District, which offers a variety of recreational programs and facilities for residents of all ages. From youth sports leagues to fitness classes to cultural events, the Park District provides year-round entertainment and enrichment opportunities for the community.

Conclusion

With its picturesque neighborhoods, top-rated schools, and abundance of recreational amenities, Bloomingdale, IL, offers an idyllic setting for homebuyers. Whether you're searching for a cozy condominium, a spacious single-family home, or a luxurious estate, Bloomingdale has a diverse range of housing options to suit every taste and budget. With its welcoming community and convenient location, Bloomingdale is more than just a place to live—it's a place to call home.

[life-in-brandon-fl]

Schools in Brandon Florida

One of the reasons why people move to Brandon, FL, is the school. Brandon has numerous schools to send your kids. Mintz Elementary, Brooker Elementary, and Limona Elementary are some elementary school choices. The middle school is Burns Middle School. For high school, Brandon High School is a great choice. Schools in Brandon are considered good schools. Most of these schools are performing well. So if you move to Brandon and have your kids, you won't have to worry about the schools where you can send them because there are enough schools for your children, and these are not simply schools; they offer quality education.

Two-bedroom apartment in Brandon FL

Charleston Edge & Charleston Landings offers various floor plans from one-bedroom and two-bedroom apartments in Brandon, FL, and three-bedroom. This apartment is also a perfect pet-friendly one with spacious floor plans and amenities that welcome guests with the best service and ideal location. The location of this apartment is within walking distance of the shopping malls, restaurants, and entertainment venues. If you're looking for an apartment to rent in Brandon, look no further. Choose the best with superior amenities you won't find anywhere else. Live in an ideal location with easy access to the best the area has to offer. Each unit has been carefully designed with your comfort and convenience in mind. Stylishly furnished with top-notch materials and finishes not found in other Brandon rentals. For more information, please call (813) 534-5613.

Paul Sanders Park in Brandon, FL

Paul Sanders Park in Brandon, FL, is a non-staffed park that offers various amenities such as biking, paved trails, picnic shelters, playground, restrooms, and walking trails. This park is very peaceful and a wonderful place to be from sunrise to sunset. The places provide shade on a hot Florida day filled with children's playground equipment and picnic tables. The park, Paul Sanders Park, is named for longtime Brandon resident Paul Sanders. This is a very nice park, being named after a resident of the area who has contributed so much to the community. It's such an inspiration to many people, both young and adults. While in Brandon, this is one of the parks you should never miss.

The inmate tries to hire an assassin. 

In Brandon, a man charged with shooting a 16-year-old boy has been charged with trying to hire an assassin to kill a key witness. In addition to murder charges, Jadon Christian Felix Saunders-Rigeur is now accused of trying to hire an assassin in prison. This inmate is a 19-year-old man charged with murdering a teenager in Brandon. Because of that, he faces additional charges. Detectives arrested Jadon Christian Felix Saunders-Rigeur and charged him with soliciting murder in addition to the first-degree murder charge he was already facing. The inmate has come forward with information that Sanders Rigur, awaiting trial at the prison, hired another inmate to try and kill the witness. I'm glad he was caught. Read more.   

Link to Map

Driving Direction

Paul Sanders Park

602 W Bloomingdale Ave, Brandon, FL 33511

Head south toward W Bloomingdale Ave

6 sec (141 ft)

Follow S Kings Ave and W Lumsden Rd to Regency Lakes Dr

8 min (3.8 mi)

Continue on Regency Lakes Dr. Drive to Delaney Cir

32 sec (0.1 mi)

Charleston Landings & Edge

902 Delaney Cir

Brandon, FL 33511

[oakstrand]

Hiring real estate agents in Bloomingdale Trails, Florida

[rabbitcruiser]

Clouds (No. 790)

Chicago

[subism]

8 Years ago last week, my friend Laura called me in a fit of excitement. She told me that she had just discovered an abandoned piano on the old Bloomingdale Avenue railway trail (now the 606) and that we needed to rush to it and do a photoshoot.

Laura was still making music at the time so we agreed this would be something we'd use later for her upcoming album and for the promotion of shows (which we did for this one actually)

Digging through my photo library tonight at the request of another friend, I stumbled onto this shot and it made me burst out laughing, so I had to post it.

Happy birthday Laura.

[jaynezak]

Ten Places In The United States That I Have Been To And Will Return

Ten Places In The United States That I Have Been To And Will Return

Ten Places In The United States That I Have Been To And Will Return

“America ….. is the land of the richness of life, of the fullness of every hour in the day, the country which gives you the sense of carrying out a huge amount of activity, even though in fact you achieve very little, the country where solitude is impossible.” Italo Calvino

America is big and there is so much to see in the land…

[marmarinou]

"Milwaukee Road / Soo Line C&E Lines switcher appears in the distance, returning home via the elevated tracks along Bloomingdale (at Winchester). Today this right-of-way has been re-purposed as the Bloomingdale Trail the606.org/"

Chicago

June 12, 1989

Photo by John Smatlak

[windycitylibrarian]

Views from the 606 in Chicago.

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Wendy, the requests are still open, so can I ask you for a mikey headcanon? My idea is to be at a family reunion (the reader's parents invited her to spend Christmas) and at some point in the evening mikey and the reader are having sex in the bathroom, he covering his mouth so his parents won't hear her.

I LOVE TO SEE IT

Presents: Manjiro Sano x Fem!Reader

wc: 451

tw: NSFW

masterlist

song recommendation:

Mikey had been good all evening.

Too good.

He'd laughed at your dad's bad jokes, made your mom feel like a cooking goddess, and even bought your brother a bunch of presents that he'd play with for two weeks and then get tired of.

"Mikey," your mother calls out over the sound of the Christmas special on TV. "How much money did you spend on these gifts?" In her hands is a beautiful new set of leather gloves and a fur coat purchased (with your help) from Bloomingdale's.

"Ah, it's nothing," Mikey laughs, lacing his arm around your shoulder. "Really. I had fun buying presents for you all."

Your brother makes *whirring* noises as he careens the toy model plane around the room, then proceeds to make fighter jet noises.

"Well, they're lovely," your father comments, fiddling with the expensive timepiece on his wrist. "Thank you."

"No problem," Mikey replies, smiling. "No problem at all."

It's only later that you find out why he's been so good.

His hand is against your mouth as you're pressed against the shower wall, hips smacking into yours while your family is excitedly tinkering with the new gadgets and items purchased.

"Fuck..." Mikey whispers against your neck, sighing softly. "Didn't think shower sex would be all that sexy."

"Hmmmph!" you moan past his hand, hoping no one could hear just how much you're enjoying yourself in the bathroom.

"Keep quiet," Mikey murmurs, tugging your earlobe with his teeth as the water from the showerhead cascades across his right thigh. "Don't want anyone interrupting us, do you?"

You shake your head, and he smiles that innocent and gentle smile he always wears. His black eyes narrow for a moment, but then blow wide again as you moan into his palm once more. His other hand is holding your leg up, letting the other keep you anchored on the shower floor.

"Not when you're finally getting your present..." Mikey trails off, grunting and gasping as steam fogs up the mirror and makes your head spin. You're almost to your breaking point, you try to express, but Mikey's hand against your mouth makes communication impossible. "Cum for me."

The command is met with no resistance and your legs quiver, shaking violently as your eyes roll into the back of your head. Mikey whispers a soft "that's my girl" in your ear, and you feel him cumming, his final movements the simple stutter of his hips before he pulls out.

"That's the first of many presents," Mikey promises, pushing back his wet hair. "But I want you to dream about the other ones tonight while I'm eating you out. You have to promise to be super quiet, though, okay?"

[jerzwriter]

Day 13 - A Surprise Date

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: Ethan pulls out all the stops to provide his fiancée with the perfect evening.

Warnings: None

Words: 770

A/N: Thank you for the ask from the beautiful @the-pale-goddess I decided to add it to a neglected series and inspired me to start it up again! Thank you. I hope you enjoy this little ficlet (and the Tobias version which will be posted soon.)

A/N 2: For @choicesfebruary2022challenge Day 15, Dinner

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She tossed her bag on the floor of the foyer the moment she walked into his apartment. Not a common occurrence at all, Casey usually liked everything put back in its place at once. It was the only way to keep things tidy for two busy doctors, and both she and Ethan did much better when things were tidy. But today had been exhausting, and this simple act felt like a mini-rebellion, which made her feel good.

She expected to see her fiancé sprawled out on the couch, his favorite pajamas or sweatpants on, glasses perched on his nose as he read today’s copy of the Boston Globe. She smiled, at the image in her mind, already eager to join him. A hot shower, her fluffy bathrobe, and time on the couch with her love would be the perfect ending of the day. Imagine her surprise when she entered their living room and found him dressed in the crisp new suit he bought just last week, looking as if he stepped off the cover of GQ.

“Well, what do we have here?” she asked with a piqued brow.

He confidently approached her, pushing her hair back off of her shoulders and placing a lingering kiss on her neck. Her thoughts were no longer on a comfy evening on the couch, but perhaps a memorable one in their bed, on the counter, against the window, the place was irrelevant, but then she remembered he was in this suit, it appeared he had something else in mind.

“Baby, what’s with the suit?”

“You don’t like it?” he stepped back, looking almost offended.

“Oh, I love it. It just isn’t the proper attire for the activities I had planned for this evening,” she grinned.

An impish look took over his face and his eyes gleamed. “We can certainly make time for your plans later this evening. But first, I have a surprise for you.”

He went to the hall closet and handed her a garment bag.

“What is this?”

“Open it.”

She slowly unzipped the bag and smiled as her fingers trailed across the intricate beading on the beautiful blue gown she had eyed when they visited Bloomingdale’s last week.

“You bought this for me?”

“Of course. I simply have to know how you look in it. Although I already know it will be astonishing.”

“Oh really,” she smirked. “This dress is very reminiscent of the one I wore in Miami all those years ago, though a bit more daring. Did that have anything to do with your purchase?”

“It may have,” he confirmed.

“You really will never get over the fact that you did not bang my brains out in that night, will you?”

“I’ll admit, I had hoped you had kept it. I would have liked to have corrected that past mistake. But, since you gave it away,” he nodded to the bag, “this will have to do. Go get dressed.”

She raised her brow, “I’m sorry, am I to get all dressed up just so you can undress me?”

“Oh, I will certainly be undressing you… later. But we have plans first.”

“We do?”

“Yes. As you know, To Kill a Mockingbird is playing at the Opera House, and someone happened to score the best seats in the house for his lovely fiancée this evening.”

“Really?” She teased. “And who might that be.”

“Always the wise-ass! Go get dressed. We have reservations at Del Frisco’s in less than an hour, and we need to be there on time if we’re to make it to the play.

“Del Frisco’s? The theater? Are you reenacting our first real date?”

“Mmm. I may even be tempted to dance in the streets with you after.”

“You are amazing. But as perfect as all this sounds, you do realize that I have to be back at work within the next eight hours, right? My asshole supervisor gave me a horrible schedule this week.”

“He is a prick,” he confirmed. “But he has some redeeming qualities. For example, he called Harper and asked if she would cover for you. She was happy to, and now, you aren’t due back until I am, the day after tomorrow. Is he still such an asshole?”

“Well, it was my first impression of him, but he’s grown on me.”

“Yeah, you’ve led to some growth on his part too.”

“Which part out of curiosity.”

“OK, Rookie,” he smirked, “Go get into that dress. Let me show you a night as incredible as you are.”

“Only if I can show you my gratitude after.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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