#C1 driving course

[start2drivehgv]

HGV Training in Kent: Your Path to a Successful Career

Driving a Heavy Goods Vehicle (HGV) is an exciting and rewarding career choice, offering excellent job stability and competitive wages. To become a professional driver along this line, one needs to get HGV training in Kent for the beginners. What has now become possible is for drivers to choose the type of training they wish to pursue in order to get their HGV Class 1 licence.

What is HGV Class 1 Training?

Hgv class 1 training cost is for learners who aim at getting a Category C+E driving licence, which allows one to drive articulated lorries and large vehicles operating on the road. This includes the pragmatic and the didactic practises which involve issues to do with managing the vehicle, the safe approach to the roads and the legal requirements in relation to transport of goods.

HGV Class 1 opens you up to take more kinds of big commercial vehicles thus making you have more employment options.

HGV Class 1 Training Cost: Kent

Now it is essential to know that HGV training Kent is cheap or costly based on the type of company offering the training, geographical location of the company offering training, and the type of package that you wish to take. On average, you can expect to pay between £2,000 and £3,000 for a full training course, which typically includes:

Medical Examination: Like any other driving school, you are subjected to medical examination to ensure that you are fit to drive before training commences.

Theory Test: Before one can take the practical test he/she has to undertake a theory test which involves road safety, the knowledge about the vehicle, and the hazard perception test.

Practical Lessons: The number of lessons is conditional and depends on you and the level of familiarity with them. Such ones involve the actual road experience with an advanced driver.

CPC (Certificate of Professional Competence): Those who do not have it will need this extra accreditation if one wants todrive professionally.

Class 1 Lessons: What to Expect

Class 1 lessons are essentially good driving lessons used in imparting knowledge on how to handle big cars. You will learn how to manoeuvre in different road conditions, reversing with trailers, how to load and secure goods, among others. These lessons are of utmost importance as far as the creation of the necessary preparation for the practical test as well as the actual road experience is concerned.

[pocketgalaxies]

still trying to wrap my head around keyleth's "i trust orym and orym trusts you so i trust you." bc when she said that my first instinct was disappointment, i think? or at least wishing it was a little different.

i think it would've been so much more meaningful to imogen if keyleth just said "i trust you." to have someone trust her and her integrity, not just bc of the company she keeps but because of her. and to hear that from keyleth, someone that imogen has come to respect a lot. i also think keyleth would be keenly aware of those things – if there's anything i'm sure she's learned over the years, it's that her words have immense weight. this is absolutely one of the reasons she pauses so much when she talks (both a marisha-ism as well as a character moment!)

so i guess i just wonder if keyleth actually doesn't trust imogen enough yet and has to filter it through orym, just enough to give imogen the confidence and validation she desperately needs but not so much that it's a falsification or overinflation? would she lie about trusting imogen in order to instill confidence in her, i want to say probably not? but it could probably go either way and would be heavily dependent on what she's experienced in the last 30 years – what is keyleth's relationship with telling white lies and keeping little secrets, after a few decades as the voice of the tempest? it's easy to imagine that it's changed, but also perhaps remaining honest is something keyleth has come to greatly value. tbh i don't think this was particularly explored in c1, and vm did deceive quite frequently, but never in the role of Mentor to a younger, more naive adventuring party like bh

i do love the follow-up of "i see a lot of myself in you" bc the parallels were there all along and i just never noticed them. young women who grew up in a publicly broken family with the weight of their destiny becoming progressively heavier on their shoulders. unimaginable, overwhelming power coursing through them as they explore a foreign and vast world. questioning every single decision they make along the way. the responsibility of the fate of the world frequently, unrelentingly, falling to them for reasons completely out of their control. not knowing anything but knowing they love their companions and knowing they want to do good. not knowing at all what good is anymore. still striving for it regardless.

it does make me lean more toward yes keyleth does trust imogen, because keyleth knows that imogen does not trust herself but keyleth can recognize that she can be trusted, because keyleth was the same way and she turned out okay. if anyone would understand the simultaneously terrifying but also unquestionable reliability of a truly good person trying to survive in a harsh world, it would be keyleth. but then why didn't she say so! and also i just personally would like to think that keyleth does trust imogen after seeing all that she's sacrificed and the level of dedication she's demonstrated over the last several months. but maybe that's just my bias after seeing every little bit of anguish and anxiety that imogen has experienced, and it's very hard to tell/remember how much of that has actually been perceived by keyleth. but also to see herself in imogen would suggest that she's seen at least some of it?

anyway i'm driving myself crazy. but i wish she could've told imogen she trusts her, and idk what stopped her. :(

[breitweisergallery]

So you said you were working on a few wips...talk to me. Tell me everything

okay okay okay okay so (pulls up the last time i referenced any of my wips to remember what i even posted about)

Original WIPs:

Since I just started working on it tonight. I'm taking a playwriting class this semester so I started working on what will be my end-of-the-semester project (the semester starts tuesday) because I already know what my project is going to be. It doesn't have a title yet, but it is going to return to my roots of leaving two actors on a stage basically going through emotional hell as their stories intertwine in the form of interrogations (gotta love a barebones interrogation room scene on a barely lit stage).

"#WhatHappenedToTennysonBeatty" is (hopefully) going to be the project I focus on moving forwards with my fiction courses. It's written in script form, as a podcast breaks open and exposes the mystery of a disappearance from ten years previously.

I have a new adult fantasy book I've been working on for a minute too, and I just had a breakthrough literally tonight about it, so I'll probably be working on that on/off as well. The book is split between three major POVS: Felicity 'Fix' Brion (married to a diplomat and maternal figure to her orphaned nephews, in her husband's country following an assassination of her sister-in-law), Roel Devani (former prince, former spymaster, turned war criminal), and Cealin Ecgwine (essentially a priest in the church, escorting what may possibly be an actual god reborn away from his death).

I ALSO have a near-future dystopian book I've been working on in a very on-and-off way that deals with some pretty heavy topics I don't want to super get into. But its got some queers and some magic realism, so that's fun.

TDJ WIPs:

"What if Yohan simply didn't?" I've mentioned it in passing, I think, but it's an AU in which Yohan's plans are waylaid by chronic pain and trauma. Soohyun's meddling ends up with Gaon going to visit the house in which Yohan and Elijah are bottled up, and though initially the Kangs are both cold to him, it takes very little for them to warm up to Gaon.

"????" is an Elijah-centric 5+1 of emotions as she experiences them over the course of the show. I know the emotions are 'anger, bitterness, reluctance, hesitation, hope + happiness' but I've written exactly one sentence of it.

"Another ?????" is an exploration of Yohan's trust in Gaon through the eyes of the people around them: K, Jinjoo, Elijah, Jungho, Soohyun, etc.

SFH WIPs:

I can't talk about the SFH WIP for legal reasons (again, I'm a mod of the zine, I know what the topic/theme is gonna be months in advance lmfao)

Critical Role WIPs:

Nicknamed "Tilly" with the working title "regret informs only the living," it jumps between ~C1 and C3, in a world where Percy and Laudna had met as children and did know one another. It jumps between their childhoods, immediately after reclaiming Whitestone, and when Bells Hells bring Laudna to Whitestone to revive her.

Originally nicknamed "Life 5," now its own fic titled "obsessively, incessantly, to a point of suffocation", it's an alternate history in which the Empire made a severe push into Xhorhas as the perfect moment. Asarius falls, and Dens Olios, Thelyss, and Tasithar are captured. The citizens of Asarius are split between four internment camps. Switching POVs between scourger Bren and survivor Essek, it's an alignment flip.

"friends on the other side," also called "Kingsley is Confused™," is immediately post C2, following Kingsley as he tries to piece together some semblance of identity and life, while Mollymauk and Lucien simply do not shut up in his head. It's enough to drive anyone mad, really. But maybe, just maybe, King is smart enough to figure out how to get them out of head and into bodies of their own.

"kindness is a dish best served" is an alternate C2 ending, in which it is Lucien pre-Nonagon who wakes up when the Wildmother brings him back. He lies through his teeth, claiming he doesn't know any of them. Only Caleb (visibly) sees through the lies.

Currently nicknamed "Vesper de Rolo's Very Bad, Not Good Day," it's a retelling of C3, in which Vesper de Rolo is a member of Bells Hells.

Currently only nicknamed "the consecution fic," the only thing I've written is this: 'thirty years after Essek Thelyss of No Den is executed for treason, Lirik Thelyss of Den Thelyss begins to go through anamnesis and realizes he can tell nobody who he truly is.'

And that's not including two 5+1s I'm sitting on for more Thelyss family dynamics because there's something so fun about locking Essek, Verin, and Deirta in a room together and poking them to see what happens.

And, now, lastly. The one I can't forget. "The Fickle Nature of Time's Children," suffering under the weight of my 22k word outline. It's a Caleb/Essek time travel fic with a twist, dealing heavily with themes of depression, a lack of fulfillment and unhappiness, with a massive redemption arc for the Tombtakers because they deserve it.

~

*exhales* okay that's it. Mostly. I have a couple of other original pieces of writing I didn't touch on because I haven't been working on them as much.

[rapifessor]

Navia Leak Analysis

Yeah I'm really into this character. So I'm going to gush about her some more, this time over the leaked details of her kit.

Base Stats

Navia has 12,650 HP, 793 DEF, 352 ATK, and 38.4% bonus CRIT DMG at level 90. Compared to other 5-Star characters, her HP is a little low (25th out of 36 characters), but she has higher than average DEF (11th out of 36) and, notably, she has the highest base ATK in the game.

Previously, Xiao held the record for highest base ATK, at 349. Navia's is only three points higher, but a new record is a new record.

Elemental Skill

This needs to be talked about in detail because there's a lot to unpack. First of all, it's a shotgun. Navia has a fucking shotgun.

It works as a payoff for triggering Crystallize reactions. When you pick up the shards, Navia gains charges, and she consumes them when she uses her skill. She can fire up to 11 projectiles, with three or more charges consumed. And if all 11 of them connect with a target, they deal double damage.

The Skill Attributes for this ability list "Rosula Shardshot Base DMG" as 671.2% at Talent level 9. On paper, this is completely insane because it sounds as if each projectile deals 671.2% ATK as damage. I did some calcs under this assumption using a hypothetical Navia build and found that she could deal upwards of 1,000,000 damage per shot.

Clearly, this isn't how it works. What's more likely is that Rosula Shardshot Base DMG refers to the total damage the shot deals, divided evenly among the number of projectiles. If this is the case, we get a much more reasonable 90,000 damage per shot.

It's impossible to discern exactly how this skill works from the description alone, which is unfortunate because it's the most important part of Navia's kit. It seems intended to do a lot of damage, at least.

Passive Talent: Undisclosed Distribution Channels

Navia's Ascension Rank 1 passive is a weird one. She gets a Geo infusion and Bonus DMG to her Normal/Charged/Plunging Attacks when she uses her skill, but it only lasts 4 seconds.

You'll have to considerably extend your field time with Navia to make use of this Passive Talent, so the question is: is it worth it? I'm hesitant to say yes.

Navia's Normal Attack is comparable to Diluc's. In other words, it's decent, but not amazing. She won't be able to compete with the output of most on-field DPS characters, and she can't trigger reactions. At best, she can drive the skills/bursts of her party members.

I think you should only make use of this if you specifically want to on-field Navia or you don't have anything better to do in your rotation during that time. Otherwise it sadly feels like a wasted slot.

Constellation

Nothing too crazy here. C1 is nice for comfort and you get 100% uptime on her burst, but I think you'll struggle to create a rotation around that. Navia can reduce enemy Geo RES with C4, which is pretty rare, but it's expensive to get to that point.

Everything else just adds a little bit of damage to her abilities. Navia doesn't have any game-changing Constellation levels, which is a good thing. This way I'm less tempted to simp for her (yes, I realize the irony in that statement).

Conclusion

That about covers Navia I'd say. I didn't talk about everything of course, just the stuff that I felt was worth mentioning. I think it's cool that we finally have a Crystallize payoff. Just having a use for an otherwise useless reaction is nice.

I love that her skill is literally a shotgun. For any game that has guns, a shotgun is my weapon of choice; they're just so satisfying to use. I don't know how HoYo managed it but Navia is seriously perfect.

So yeah, change of plans: fuck Neuvillette, he can wait. All my Primogems belong to Navia.

[myowndesertplaces]

I know a lot of people are frustrated with seeing old PC's or feeling like we are spending too much time on a particular arc during the BH campaign. I think the best way to engage with Campaign 3 is to recognize that it's more theme and plot driven than character driven. This is going to affect the pacing and storytelling of the campaign, and it's why we shouldn't hold similar expectations for arcs, characters, and story beats with a character driven narrative like C2.

The themes are pretty simple: fate, destiny, and choice (anger/rage/violence were also prominent early in the campaign). Can you make your own path in a world controlled by fate? Where does choice factor into destiny/fate? How has previous choices affected the current fate of our party?

Once you realize this is what's driving the narrative, it makes sense why past PCs are so heavily involved in this story.

Also their inclusion in the story shouldn't be a surprise at this point. They established in the first episode that this campaign would be interconnected with previous campaigns: Three members of EXU joined C3, Orym and Laudna's story have direct ties to VM, and Betrand brought the group together. In addition to that, FCG exists because of the Mighty Nein's actions 6-7 years ago. Ashton would be dead if Essek hadn't stolen 2 beacons, and if Yeza hadn't discovered how to extract the potion of possibility. Plus we've already visited Whitestone.

As for why this campaign feels like one long continuous arc, it's because it is. The only breaks we've had from this "arc" were to rescue Laudna and visit the Gorgynei. Even the trip to break into the museum for Hexum included new Ruidus lore. We've never experienced a campaign where every character's backstory is directly connected to one major story. Yes, even Chetney, FCG, and Laudna can trace their roots back to the Ruidus/Ludinus/solstice story in some way. The closest example of interwoven backstories from previous campaigns would be Beau and Veth's connection to Isharnai. It's as if the only way to prevent another apocalypse is to bring these wildly different characters together by an unknown force... Fate.

With all that said, it's perfectly fine to be disappointed with the narrative. Focusing on theme is a departure from past campaigns. I believe most of us were expecting a character driven story, especially from a DnD campaign. Themes have always played an important role in the show of course (that's how story telling works), but it hasn't controlled the pacing quite like this. We saw it at the end of C2 when the cast wanted to end the campaign with an arc about found family and redemption instead of exploring all other character stories. It worked because ultimately that was the story of the Mighty Nein, and we already had a strong connection with the characters.

I think it's also fine to question whether a multi-year TTRPG campaign is the best medium for a theme or plot driven narrative instead of a character driven one. But, if your theme is fate and choice, I think having the story directed by dice rolls and player choice is an interesting way to do it.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with disliking the story or comparing it to past campaigns. You're not a bad fan. But I worry too many folks, 16 months in, are still expecting a story like C1 or C2, and it's only going to lead to further frustration.

[ant-nikki]

I HAVE BEEN SO INACTIVE WTF.

Had some crazy busy days. Actually no. Weeks.

School started again full force T.T I did so many tests i wasn't ready for and got so many low grades... Now i have to do EXTRA tests to maybe get my high grades back... I WANT TO CRY.

In other news... I passed the theory part of my driving exam yay!! I now posses a temporary driving permit to learn how to drive! I've yet to try and drive coz there's such a bad weather where i live the cars move on their own from the wind. I don't think it's the best weather to learn how to even start a car haha

In other OTHER news! I also passed the first part of a robotics competition organized by the uni i want to go next year :D so I'm gonna go follow the rest of the courses at the uni and explore it in preparation

In other other OTHER news! I also was selected as one of 40 participants (NATION WIDE!!!) to an english competition!! Wowww! Finally my time on the internet is repaying me XD I have also started a C1 english course to maybe get an official Cambridge certificate that i do in fact know english pretty well

WELL! I did say i had some crazy busy weeks didn't I? I've also got two small things to post (art) :D

I'm now gonna see everything i missed on tumblr sooo I'll post that in a couple hours whenever I've finished hahha

[languageswithhomer]

❀𝑀𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦-𝟤𝟧 𝒶𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇❀

Since I start year two of my degree on the 5th of October, I wanted to lay out my plans, hopes and goals for the coming year. This is an extremely ambitious list (at least for me) and I don’t expect to achieve it all but I still think it’s nice to try. I’ll be checking back in with this next September to see how much I’ve actually got done!

Degree:

♡ Reach C1 in Spanish

♡ Reach B2 in German

♡ Attend more tutorials and lectures

♡ Get 85% overall in my second year

Independent Study:

♡ Start and reach A2 in Scottish Gaelic

♡ Learn the Cyrillic alphabet in preparation for studying Russian with my best friend

♡ Read and make notes on the entirety of “Basic Medical Science for Speech and Language Therapy Students” (Atkinson & McHanwell, 2nd Edition, 2018)

♡ Take at least one free physics course online

Personal:

♡ Get a job in speech/ general therapy

♡ Volunteer

♡ Learn to drive

♡ Improve sewing

♡ Learn embroidery

♡ Learn to paint (watercolour?)

♡ Run more

♡ Read at least 12 books

♡ Finish the first draft of the project I’m writing

[evoldir]

Fwd: Graduate position: VrijeU_Brussels.SexChromosomeGenomics

Begin forwarded message: > From: evoldir@evol.biology.mcmaster.ca > Subject: Graduate position: VrijeU_Brussels.SexChromosomeGenomics > Date: 6 July 2024 at 06:11:05 BST > To: rdmpage@gmail.com > > > A 6-year fully funded PhD (research+teaching) fellowship on 'Evolution and > genomics of sex chromosomes and sex determination in frogs' is available > at Vrije Universiteit Brussel (Brussels, Belgium) > > We are seeking a PhD fellowship position, funded by Vrije Universiteit > Brussel and ERC Starting Grant, to join the Evolutionary Genomics > of Sex lab (https://www.wmalab.com) in the Biology Department > (https://ift.tt/1MV45tI) at the Vrije Universiteit > Brussel. As the teaching is involved in bachelor Biology courses, so > Dutch speaking is required for this position. > > Job vacancy link: > > https://ift.tt/2Djv359 > > Research topics in the Ma lab: > > We are interested in how sex chromosomes evolve, and why the evolutionary > trajectories of sex chromosomes differ dramatically across eukaryotes. For > example, sex determination is very labile in reptiles, amphibians and > fishesbut highly stable in mammals and most birds. We study the drivers > of sex chromosome recombination suppression, the genomic signature, and > the evolution and genomic basis of sex determination and endosymbionts > manipulation of host reproduction. We integrate comparative and functional > genomics, transcriptomics, molecular genetics, artificial selection, > and fieldwork sampling to reveal the genomic signature and genetic > architecture of sex. > > The PhD topics are covered: > > Genetic mechanism of frog sex determination > > Evolution of rapid birth and death of sex chromosomes > > Role of repeats in the evolution of sex chromosomes and genomes > > You will gain experience in: > > Field sampling (Europe/Asia/Central America) > > Molecular genetics > > Comparative genomics > > State of the art OMIC approaches (DNA sequencing, RNA sequencing RAD > sequencing) > > The ideal candidate: > > Dutch proficiency (or at B2/C1 level) > > Has background in evolutionary biology > > Is highly motivated by evolutionary questions > > Is eager/passionate to learn (new) genetic/genomics techniques/analysis > Has great communication skills and is a team player > > Shows initiative to drive the project > > Competitive offer: > > Brussels is beautiful, affordable & highly cultural diverse > > 6-year full funding > > Monthly net salary  euro 2500 > > Free public transportation (home to campus) > > Social welfare package Pension contribution > > Pension contribution > > Application files: > > a cover letter expressing your interest, your qualifications for the > position and your future career goals > > your CV > > a copy of your master degree diploma and master transcripts > > names and contact information of 2-3 professional references > > Application deadline: > > 15/July/2024 > > Please applyvia the VUB link: > > https://ift.tt/2Djv359 > > Informal scientific enquiries can be emailed to Wen-Juan Ma > (wen-juan.ma@vub.be). > > Best regards, > > Wen-Juan Ma, PhD > > > > Prof. Dr. Wen-Juan Ma > Assistant Professor > Evolutionary Genomics of Sex Lab > Research Group of Ecology,Evolution and Genetics (bDIV) > Biology Department > Vrije Universiteit Brussel > Pleinlaan 2 - 1050 Brussels, Belgium > Office F5.60 > T +32 (0)2 629 3416 > http://www.wmalab.com > https://ift.tt/Y7FiPyc > https://ift.tt/7KrzBJW > > > Wen-Juan Ma

[the-firebird69]

He is saying this is it because this is the design and it is the way it is in the back and the front the front would look different it would have the standard firebird look with that fairing in the front but a little bit different but this is almost right on

Thor Freya

This is a different concept car but this is very fast he says it's almost the exact same thing and we have seen people make these and they go extremely fast and he says yeah we have to do a special front end and it's different it's really doesn't have much air intake to it and it's not many fairings and it's harder to drive that's lower speeds but we do understand that

Mac Daddy

He means fly but really this is amazing we have seen this it's not a real car yet but we do know what he's saying this is what it looks like it's awesome

Ben Arnold

And we are going to sign and we're going to sell it

Mac Daddy

We can't get those stupid Mercedes over here anymore and we're not over there as much as we should be

Mac Daddy

It's not like we aren't but really we can't seem to buy it either no we can they just don't make them like this. And it's not a titanium alloy they kind of suck they won't do it and he's going to make the firebird out of metal there's a little thicker and stronger metal and it will handle the speed of course you can probably special order alloy. Hands of C12 the C1 would also be metal and we do approve that

Ben

We're going to go ahead and type this up as an agreement and we do know which ones they're talking about and what areas and we did talk about it

Thor Freya

This is close to his design he says the front end requires a special fin when you going to certain speed as long as you adjust it down enough you won't take off as you slow down you don't really have to adjust it up because we're down pressure when you're going slower is not a problem so we actually don't mind complex system and he doesn't like the computer version and you'll have certain speeds that they tell you you have to adjust it and you might have like a computer and your manual there's a way to do it but more solid state and they agree computerizing it is just terrible it sounds great

Mac

Olympus

[casanagrosicka]

SERVICE November- Non-profit tutoring of German

For the longer service plan I decided to focus on helping someone I know and someone in need, to help my own community. My acquaintance is currently a student of a technical high school and in the following years of her education she Is obligated to drive to Germany for her practicum. She has no prior knowledge to this language and the school year 2023/2024 is the first year ever she has met with the language. As someone who attended German school, has a B1 certificate and currently aims for the C1 certificate as for my willingness to study in Germany, I offered my help. My help is non-profit, the only elements that I was provided prior with was the German course book for named “Magnet smart 3 zesty ćwiczeń I magnet smart 3 podręcznik”. Currently the person that I am tutoring has no ability to spare the budget in order to pay for a tutor, as her family is in great financial distress but out of the respect for her I won’t get into further detail. Our first lesson involved the organisation of her work, the goals she set for herself. 

Her goals:

Naming herself 

Asking for the way in a new place

Ability to rent a hotel room, pay for gas at the gas station

Communicate in a restaurant 

Communicate with her future co-workers during practicum 

Before she is able to achieve that she has to grasp the basic concepts of: grammar, spelling and listening. The lessons take place 1 hour and 30 minutes each, one time per week, depending on her availability. The lesson started with the basics on the 19th of November.

(my friend allowed me to use her photo)

(The books we've used)

[start2drivehgv]

Your Path to Becoming a Professional Driver

Class 1 driver training is provided for those who plan to operate the biggest class of commercial vehicles like articulated trucks or tractors with trailers. In the UK it is also referred to as Category C+E. To get a Class 1 license the person must pass through a structured program which is both theoretical and practical. The theory part includes materials related to road safety, hazard recognition, and vehicle control, while the practical part concerns general handling of large vehicles, reversing and parking, and adherence to rules.

[bestcsofmdwest]

Dash Clusters Done Right: Complete C3, C2, and C1 Corvette Restoration

When you get behind the wheel of your Corvette, does your dash make you feel, well, “down?” Has your dash cluster begun to show the wear and tear of the years? Does it seem like your entire dash cluster needs sprucing up? That’s exactly the kind of thing we’ve helped with so many times since 1977. Here at CS of MD West, we can restore your dash cluster and, by extension, your Corvette. No matter whether you need a C3, C2, or C1 Corvette restoration, we’ve got you covered.  

What Makes Our Dash Cluster Restoration Different

Restoring a dash cluster is unique work, in that it’s as much about science and mechanics as it is art. Yes, we can make sure that your instruments go through a proper mechanical restoration so that they function and perform exactly as they were intended, but we can also do a beautiful, cosmetic restoration, too. That way, your dash cluster performs as well as it looks. To ensure that you get the best work done possible, we do all of this in-house in our own facility. That way, we make sure that you receive exactly what you should.

C1 Corvette Restoration of Dash Clusters

We understand how challenging it can be to find the gauges you need for your 1953-1962 Corvette. The good news is: we can restore all of the gauges. So, if there’s a gauge from your C1 Corvette, we can restore it to its original performance, to ensure it works in the manner you desire. That said, we don’t restore the 1958-1962 painted housings.

What Our Dash Cluster Work Can Include

Every dash cluster/gauge is different, with different needs, concerns, and so forth. That said, no matter which part it is that we’re to restore, we always do the most thorough job possible. Case in point, if you need a 1963-1967 dash cluster restored, we perform a complete disassembly. Then, once everything is separated, we repaint the housing, inside and out, to ensure it looks its best. Once that’s done, we clean everything and test everything. That means calibrating the small gauges, repainting the pointers, and more. Indeed, we try to reuse the original parts as much as possible. We only replace them when we absolutely have to.

No Detail Too Small

Many of our classic Corvette customers come to us because they want to be able to drive their classic Corvette around at its peak performance. We can accommodate those owners. By that same token, we’re also able to help those who want to show their car at N. C. R. S. or Bloomington-type events. That could include (if they have a 1963 Corvette, for example) replacing the dash cluster lenses with new plastic lenses (just like the original). Of course, if you just want to drive it around, we can do so with glass, too.

More Than Dash Clusters

Dash clusters, tachometers, speedometers, and the like, are a major part of what we specialize in here at CS of MD West. However, it’s far from all that we offer. To see how we can help you and your classic corvette, give us a call or check out our site.

[peachetteprice]

Ooh, in that case:

Price: Either a Morris Minor (similar idea to the restored Mini!) or an Austin-Healey, probably a 1960 model. Austin Ambassador, 1980 (or thereabouts) model would just be that classic sliver of his childhood, I feel. I think he'd have a soft spot for cars manufactured in the 1950s/60s, but whenever he wants a bit of relaxation, he'll take out his Triumph Spitfire to remind him of when his dad used to speed along single carriageways at night when there were no other cars around! Any of the TRs are good, too. TR4, TR6. Triumph Stags are cute, too. Sexy, sexy cars...

Gaz: As I mentioned before, he probably shares his car with his mum and so doesn't want to purchase anything too extraordinary if he's sharing. Kia Picanto (probably the blue ones, 2015-2018 reg), Ford Fiesta (classic red or green, has WAYYYY too many miles on it because they've had it since like... 2009). Doesn't like the massive cars. Too cumbersome to park in London. Reminds him too much of the vehicles they use on base. Too clunky. (He would look so adorable in an Aygo or a Citroën C1! What a cutie!)

Ghost: Completely completely agree on the Land Rover Defender (although the new ones have that ugly off-centred license plates, but... I don't put it past him to go for it???) Jeeps are getting more and more common in outer-city areas - and our roads are NOT built for them, screw all of the guys in upper-class areas needing massive farm cars, no, Linda and Robert, you don't need them, you live in fucking Sale lmao - but he could rock a Range Rover or a Kia... urgh... Niro EV. That grille is atrocious, I admit, but if he needed a more modern vehicle, that would be the one. Man's just used to a clunky vehicle. it's all he's ever known!

Johnny: Never have more true words been spoken. Audi? Beemer (BMW)? OP HAS SPOKEN NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. To add onto that, if he had the money: a bloody McClaren. Anything McClaren! Or Maserati!

Of course, he doesn't have the money, and he'll continue to drive around like a twat, cutting back into the left-hand lane - without signalling - after overtaking a vehicle WAY TOO CLOSE to the bumper because he's just a widdle guy driving a BMW and he can't help it if he lets the car do the work! That's what they're for, after all. Absolutely flies it down dual carriageways, notoriously shoots through speed cameras, not actively, he just never looks at the damn speedometer, and overtakes multiple vehicles at a time, and if anyone stops him, well, it's just case his engine size is a bit too big. He can't help that he has a 3L engine... it's the car's fault!

(No idea where the slander came from. I love Johnny. But I maintain the headcanon that he's a shit driver who NEVER signals at a roundabout and NEVER pulls into the left during a meeting situation on a narrow country road! He just goes cause he has 'priority'...)

🚗 what cars would the boys drive? (Besides military issued ones)

The way I had to Google what kind of cars are common in the UK for this one 😂

I could see Price with an old restored Original Mini Cooper. Definitely gets shit for it but it really is a cool looking dad car 😂

Gaz drives something small and sporty. A Vauxhall Corsa or Hyundai i20.

Ghost? Something offroad and outdoorsy. Suzuki Jimny or a Land Rover Defender.

Johnny probably drives something he can show off in 😂 A BMW or an Audi

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Opposite Ends

Chapter Four - The Freak At My Door Step

C1 | C2 | C3 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Five is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 5.8 k Word count.

Chapter warnings | Drug use, Physical abuse, allusions to SA.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | This has been my favourite chapter to write so far, {I most definitely did not write this when I should have been sleeping for work 😐} As always, if you read the entire chapter then thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it, take care Sunflower 🌻 P. x

Eddie | October 1985

It felt almost illegal driving through the uppity higher social class of Hawkins, of course most of my activates lately were on the unlawful side so I shouldn’t have felt so uncomfortable. I was just so out of place here, a stain against the purity of our small-minded towns own slice of suburbia perfection. As I thundered down the street in my van leaving a trail of smoke that puffed out at random intervals, neighbours pulled their drawn curtains tighter, peeking out from behind them with judgment filled eyes to glare at the spider creeping in their midst. I was willing to bet everything I had – which wasn’t much admittedly - that they had dirtier secrets tucked beneath their pretty steamed carpets than I did in my uncle’s shabby trailer. 

The identical double story houses with picketed white fences and perfectly manicured lawns made me nauseous. I slowed to a stop at a red right, the trees that decorated the foot paths on both sides of the road, swayed in the moonlight as their remaining autumn leaves littered to the ground. I turned down Iron Maiden to tune into laughter behind me, a red glow poured in through the windshield as I glanced in my rear-view mirror, the freshman’s faces pulsing red from either the traffic light or the intensity of their conversation, I couldn’t tell. They had all opted to sit in the back of my van rather than next to me up front, even after a legendary night of playing Hellfire by my side the boys still seemed wary – if not a little frightened of me. Huh. I guess my reputation proceeded me. I grinned like a mad man at the notion, silently shaking with laughter. 

It rarely bothered me what the sheep of Hawkins thought about Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. ’86 was my year, I was going to graduate, flip principal Higgins the bird, snatch my diploma and run like hell out of this shit hole. In fact, I sort of preferred the repute that I had fraudulently been branded with, it kept people away. Something I long was used to and almost enjoyed. There was no one fascinating enough to in Hawkins to pay any attention to anyhow, well asides from the racy bartender with great tits from down at the Hideout that my band, – Corroded Coffin – played at on Tuesdays. She had occasionally shown me, in her words, ‘what a real groupie is capable of’. 

“Yeah man I told you, you were wrong!” Lucas shouted over the rumbling of the van. 

“You wanted to flee from Vecna and his cult, Mike and I wanted to fight.” Dustin pointed out. Mike nodding along beside him. 

“Yeah! To the death.” He added on, I smiled and reached down to a bag shoved out of sight, on the passenger side floor. 

“Yeah” retorted Lucas, “And look where that got us, Vecna decimated us, we only had 12 hit points left between the three of us!” He sighed and slumped back against the exposed rusty wall of the van. 

“Hey dunderheads.” They fell silent like they had forgotten who was driving, “There is no shame in running.” I sang as I tossed them a handful a fabric over my shoulder, three Hellfire shirts. They all shouted yelps of excitement.

“This is awesome.” Grinned Dustin, pulling his on immediately, forgetting his cap still placed on his head  and getting stuck in the neck hole. The light turned green, and I floored it, sending the kids sprawling in the back. 

“By the way am I supposed to know where you guys live or are you gonna tell me huh?” Mike gasped for air and grasped the sides of the seats to pull himself up beside me in the space between the front arm rests. 

“Turn. Down. Here.” He gasped in between deep breaths, grunting echoed from the back as Lucas tried to heave Dustin back to his feet, who soon went launching again as I took a sharp turn down the street Mike pointed out. My screeching stop flung Lucas into the back of my chair. Wheeler grabbed his bag and slid the side door open, stumbling into the cool night air. I leaned out my open window to glance up at his home, there was a light pouring out onto the front lawn from a bedroom on the second level – assumably Nancy’s, given the frilly pink curtains in the window. 

“Hey Wheeler, tell your sister I said Hi.” I smirked at him, he just sort of nodded his head with his mouth gaping wide as he looked at me in shock. I squinted at him as I considered the fact that Mike seemed to have this permanent blank look on his face, making it look like there was just absolutely nothing going on behind those dark eyes. Huh, I guess Mr and Mrs Wheeler gave all the brains to their eldest. Lucas quickly slithered out behind Mike, slightly shaking.

“Am I not driving you home Sinclair?” I questioned. 

“Oh – uh- it’s okay, I live close. I’ll walk the rest of the way, than-thanks though Eddie. And thanks for letting me come tonight, I was trying out for the basketball team earlier, that’s why I didn’t come with Dustin and Mike to meet you.” Ugh, the balls in laundry basket game. I groaned internally but shot Lucas a downturned smile. They were all actually alright at DnD - Hellfire would be in good hands once I passed the baton of dungeon master on- although I’d never tell them that. Little Henderson already had an ego bigger than he could handle.

“S’all good kid.” He flashed a hesitant smile and closed the door; Dustin quickly climbed into the passenger seat and clipped the seat belt in before I could take off again, his hands gripping the fabric beside his thighs. 

“So, what was up with your sister?” I asked, a slightly awkward silence settled between us, as a beat of stillness in-between a song ending and a new one beginning, filled the air. 

“Who knows, she’s been weird for a while now. Probably just got bored at the campaign.” For some reasons his words stung, as a dungeon master, I prided myself on bringing the game to life and engaging everyone involved. I worked my ass off organising the campaigns, and the thought that even someone as boring and uptight as y/n didn’t appreciate it, maddened me. “It’s just up here by the way.” He pointed out a corner block with the porch light on. I slowed automictically and considered the Henderson’s humble abode. It was chaotic, which kind of fit the image I had painted of their family, now having met the pair of siblings. Gumboots were scattered across the front porch, along with gardening tools that were desperately needed for the overgrown shrubs skirting the underside of the front rooms reading window. Loose blades of grass cluttered their driveway, I rolled down my window to inhale the smell of the freshly mown lawn. There wasn’t enough green at the trailer park, just dirt, gravel and the occasional patches of vegetation that hadn’t been driven over yet. I found myself finding any excuse to be in the woods near school, I handled all my deals there, using the justification of the seclusiveness it provided as to the reason why. But really it was because the billows of wind the whipped through the treetops and chirping birds that bounced off each other’s songs, made me feel like I was the only person in existence. It was the only place I didn’t have to guard my emotions from showing on my face or consider how my body language might be construed. 

“Huh” grunted Dustin, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Y/n isn’t home yet, I thought she would have come straight back.” There was only one car parked in front of the house. Assumably their parents since I knew y/n drove a cream Ford, I had watched her skip across the school car park enough times after forgetting to lock it, her hair whipping wildly as she ran late for a class. His words – hiding a thinly veiled tinge of concern- sent an eager feeling into my stomach. Y/n had forced her presence into one of my few safe spaces, invading the room with her essence, I could still smell remnants of her perfume lingering in the air long after she had fled from the meeting. She had snuck behind carefully guarded walls I kept in place against those I built them specifically for -the crowd she ran with. Or used to anyway. I hadn’t seen her joining them at their regular table for a few weeks, but once a peaked-in-high-school-c-grade-cheerleader-marry-a-one-time-jock, always one. She had probably just had a petty falling out with one of her teammates, she’d be back in the mix in no time, gossiping and attending parties once again.

I knew she wasn’t going to let Little Henderson come to Hellfire tonight alone, and I knew why. I wasn’t going to spill her little secret, but I was more than happy to continue letting her think that I was, if it made her uncomfortable. We needed new members to replace the seniors once they graduated -hopefully me along with them-, if that meant I had to put up with her for a couple of extra hours a week, then so be it. That didn’t mean I had to like it or make it easy for her. My mind ticked over in mere seconds while I considered all of this, pulling into their driveway slowly. She had invasively forced myself to expose a part of me I never expected to show y/n, all without my choice. I wanted to take that same power from her. I turned over my next words carefully as I twisted to Dustin, stopping him as he went to open his door. 

“D’ya mind if I use your bathroom Kid?” Cutting off his goodbye, his eyes flashed to the front of his house, where a large shadow was seemingly pacing behind the frosted glass. My heart halfway sunk. 

“If you’re parents wouldn’t be okay with that, s’all good man.” Not many residents of Hawkins would take kindly to the freak defiling their welcome mats. I went to slide the van out of park when he shook his head derisively.

“Nah that’s not it, I was just thinking about y/n. But she probably just went to see some friends, and it’s just my mom by the way. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” He smiled genuinely. Hesitantly, I returned it, wondering how Mrs Henderson’s two children, who grew up in the same home had turned out so differently. Sniggering slightly, I followed Dustin as he tromped up to the arched front door, a slight sheet of rain beginning to flow down, wondering what the hell happened for y/n to be so stuck-up when her brother was pretty cool. 

Dustin’s Mom was sweet and fluffy, and possibly dangerous as she trapped me in the hallway shoving an assortment of unidentifiable food under my nose, while little Henderson waved his arms behind her silently, mouthing something manically I couldn’t understand. 

“Uh thank you, no but thank you Mrs Henderson.” I laughed breathily as I tried to slip past her, my shoes sinking into the thick mustard coloured carpet. 

“Mom we’ll eat later! I need to show Eddie something.” I threw a polite smile over my shoulder and followed him down the hallway. 

“That’s the bathroom there Eds, I’ll be in my room – it’s the one at the end.” He jogged off leaving me to my own devices, knocking a photo frame off an end table with his bulky backpack. It hit the ground with a muted thud, and I bent down to retrieve it. The photo encompassed what I assumed was a family holiday. A much thinner Mrs Henderson was holding a much smaller Dustin as he squirmed in her arms, a large toothless grin decorating his chubby face. A tall balding man I presumed was Dustin’s father, had a wrinkled hand draped over a young y/n. Not a lot had changed physically from whenever this photo was taken to now, she was just a few inches shorter, and her face was less – haunted - There was no better word for it really. I had only been sharing a private joke with myself earlier when I considered why she was so bad-tempered all of the time. The girl I purposefully annoyed in calculus four times a week wasn’t anywhere in this photograph, I wondered what happened to change her carefree smile to one that screamed that there were angry secrets boiling beneath the surface of her thinly obscured façade, just waiting to burst through at the slightest puncture.  

I carefully placed the frame back as something grabbed my attention. I stepped forward and pushed the already ajar door just a few inches wider, exposing y/ns bedroom to my hungry eyes. She was just forever full of surprises, given how rigid she was about her appearance and grades I would have expected her room to look like she had OCD, which I honestly thought she had. Every time I’d knock the leg of her desk with my foot, sending her pencils rolling across her desk, she’d fix them with a huff and a side eye at me. 

But her room wasn’t what I imagined – not that I pictured y/n in her bedroom often. It wasn’t dirty per se, but it was positively the definition of messy. Clothes were thrown around the room, I could almost picture y/n ripping them out of her closet in frustration. I laughed to myself as my eyes soaked up the rest of her belongings. There was far too much makeup cluttering the desk that was pushed up against the wall and it was very yellow in here. Mostly due to the flower themed wallpaper faded with age. The family photos above her bed reflected that not much had changed in the room over the years, just y/n herself, with the addition of possessions accumulated throughout the ages. Shoes decorated the floor, and she had a gazillion blankets tangled on her bed. The jumper hung over her desk chair that had originally caught my focus, swung gently as a cool breezed flowed through the open window, sending her scent to wash over me. Her perfume was a hundred times more concentrated in here than back at Hellfire, it coated everything. It was a nice perfume -very nice- it smelled like the wildflowers that covered the meadow in the woods beside school. It just made me feel like I was choking on y/n’s essence, like she was standing right in front of me. My concertation swivelled to the full ashtray stacked on top of a few books atop her nightstand, as another breeze passed over me, clearing my head. 

Curiosity got the better of me, my feet carried me across her room to wrench the top draw of her side table open. I smirked. Scissors, papers and empty baggies cluttered the draw, very much like mine in my own room. Takes one to know one, I thought. Splatters of water danced across my knuckles as they ricocheted off the windowsill, I leant forward and snapped y/n’s window shut to save her bedspread from getting soaked as the rain beat down heavier and louder. Looking back down at the number of empty baggies, I considered something quickly, after a brief moment of weakness I reached deep into my jean pocket. 

“What the hell are you doing in here.” I slammed the draw shut as I spun around, already placing a mischievous but innocent smile on my face, like I was a child getting caught doing something I shouldn’t have, by someone I knew who wasn’t going to punish me. But it wasn’t Dustin or Mrs Henderson standing at the doorway. 

Y/n was staring wide eyed at me with her fists balled at her sides, dripping water onto her carpet, she was drenched from head to toe, shivering compulsively with black mascara running down her face. Her eyes were ringed red, like she had been crying but I wasn’t sure. She glanced down behind me suspiciously and stormed over to where I was frozen, leaving wet squishy footprints on the floor in her wake, shoving me out of the way to examine her bedside, making sure I hadn’t touched anything. 

“I know you’re stupid but you’re not deaf Munson, what the hell are you doing in here?” Her eyes darkened as she whirled to face me. Up this close our height difference was more prominent to me, she stared up angrily through her long eyelashes with her lips pursed, waiting for an answer. She had caught me invading her own private space, and I could see that it had had my desired effect. A crimson blush had started to fill her cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly, my jaw clenched as her sweet breath fanned over my face, momentarily sending my mind blank. 

"Well?" She growled. Her tone snapped me out of my short-lived moment of shock. I towered over her and opened my mouth to shoot an insult back harder at her, regretting my brief moment of kindness that she was about to discover, when Dustin appeared in the doorway, holding a small scale R2-D2 replica in one hand and some self-made mechanism in the other, a goofy smile dropping from his face at the sight of us.

Y/N | October 1985

The scent of his cologne tipped me off, well technically his van should have been the first thing, but the rain was pouring down so hard – as well as my tears that were falling harder and faster- by the time I finally made it home I couldn’t see more than three feet in front of me. I had just pulled my car over to the curb in front of my house instead of my usual spot in the driveway and dashed inside, pulling my jumper over my head to protect my face from the stinging rain. But Eddies cologne was a familiar scent to me, I had spent too many classes having it invade my mind whenever he would shift his weight at his desk, or a breeze would flow through the windows on his side of the classroom, to not recognise it now as I slammed the front door shut. The warm air was welcome as it lapped at my frozen skin. I followed his scent disbelievingly to my bedroom, wondering when the hell he had been in my house. Mom had the tv set turned up as loud as it would go, battling with the rain as she patted Mews 2.0 on her lap. I slipped past the living area undetected, my thoughts spinning as I considered what I was about to stumble into. 

I knew he was going to drive the boy’s home after my hurried departure earlier, but the scenario I had imagined was him barely slowing to a stop as he rolled past their houses and making the kids jump out of his van. After everything that happened tonight I was not ready – nor did I think I would have to– to deal with Eddie. Never in a million years did I expect him to invite himself in and make himself right at home. But there he was, in all his Eddie like glory, fumblingly with something on my dresser. The sight was so foreign to me, under no circumstance could I come up with a reason for Edward Munson to be standing in my childhood bedroom. But, infuriatingly so, he fit in perfectly – like the satisfying snap of a last puzzle piece – despite the two very different contrasts of our worlds colliding. A red checked flannel peaked out from beneath a black leather jacket, the colouring matching his dark jeans exactly. The chains that lined the pockets of his pants, jingled lightly with his movements and a skull patterned bandanna hung delicately from his back pocket. I stared daggers at the multitude of brown ringed curls tucked into his collar and yelled. 

He jumped out of his skin and spun to face me, a smile already sitting lazily on his face like I was the intruder here and he had every right to be ruffling through my things. The audacity. I narrowed my eyes dangerously as rage started to heat up my icy form, before I knew it, I was across the room, sweeping past his leather clad body to examine what he had been fondling, heat blossomed from my arm that brushed his clothed chest. Nothing seemed out of place, but my anger was already well and truly on its course of destruction. I twisted back to him as venomous words tumbled from my mouth, catching him off guard completely. Puppy like eyes stared down into mine as I leant forward angrily, closing the distance between us so he didn’t miss my intention entirely. Direct confrontation seemed the only way to deal with Eddie. His dark eyes flittered down to my lips for the briefest of seconds as my voice raised an octave, the moment sent a shudder through my frame. But I pressed on, unwillingly to be side tracked or closely examine why I had that reaction at all. 

Dustin appeared in my doorway, holding some dorky toys in his hands as his gaze flittered between the storm brewing in front of him. 

“Oh shit.” He muttered, his hands falling hopelessly to his sides. Without turning back to look at him, I grabbed a handful of fabric near Eddies elbow and shoved him towards the door, it was a slow-going process as he leant backwards, baring his whole body weight onto me and digging his heels into the carpet. A low chuckle grumbled from his chest as I spluttered for breath, with one last heave I shoved him into an unsuspecting Dustin, sending them toppling into the hallway outside.

“Get out of here!” I screamed, slamming the door behind them both. 

I collapsed onto my bed in a fetal position, not caring about my soaked clothes drenching the clean sheets underneath. Sobs racked my body as I buried another scream into a pillow. Hating Eddie. Hating myself. Hating everything that had occurred since Starcourt. A salty tear rolled down my cheek and rested at the corner of my mouth, I sat up with my feet on the edge of the bed. Pushing my wet hair out of my face, searching the ashtray for another half smoked joint. With success I brought it to my lips and hung my head in my hands, the images of tonight shoving themselves into the forefront of my brain. I sparked up in an attempt to drown them out.  

Earlier |

The nearest gas station was closer to home than school, I squeezed my legs tighter and debated my options. It seemed ridiculous that the janitor from school left every door except the bathrooms unlocked at night, admittedly I could have used the bathroom at home before we left, but now wasn't the time for logical arguments. There was a 7/11 a few corner blocks away from school and at this time of night, it was doubtful I’d run into anyone. Being a Friday night, the usual nocturnal crowd of Hawkins should be half buzzed at a house party by now, if not then definitely at the abandoned ‘Benny’s” . A cramp stabbed my abdomen, and I swerved my car left out of the car park, chasing the neon reflective nights of the corner store. Beer cans and cigarette butts littered the sidewalk of the shop as I drove past towards the entrance, I hastily jumped out of the car as I swung it round-about into an empty spot. The overhead lights of the fuel station flickered unnervingly, dousing my position in a wavering green light. I instinctively pulled my jumper tighter around me, tucking my arms under each other as dark clouds above me thundered menacingly, threating to drown me at any moment.

I watched the store clerk through the foggy glass windows, drearily mop the floor, his back turned to me. I reminded myself to grab something to eat on the way out, knowing that mom had definitely saved leftovers. I lightly jogged around the side of the building, heading for the unlocked public toilet, mentally already crinkling my nose in preparation of the lingering stench. As I rounded the corner, the smell of cigarettes hit me, and the sound of drunken laughs rang in my ears. Mechanically my steps quietened as I tried to sneak pass them unnoticed, a queasy sensation building in my stomach. With an icy shock down my spine, the fluorescent 7/11 lights threw the groups faces and their Hawkins High jersey jackets into sharp relief. Jason Carver stood huddle near his truck with a group of his teammates, hooting groggily as he downed the rest of his beer can. Apprehension turned to fear as I sped up, reaching for the bathroom door handle. Grateful for the cheap store owners, as the bulb hanging above the door had blown and evidently not been replaced. From my position I could see the group of seniors squishing cigarettes butts beneath their feet and crushing empty beer cans, but I was thankfully enveloped in the safety of the buildings shadow, hidden from their preying eyes. 

“It was a shit shot, man.” Jason grinned and shook his head, bringing his drink back to his lips, his face flushed with alcohol. Andy groaned pathetically, tossing his head as he dribbled beer. He clumsily wiped it from his mouth as he swung a heavy arm over Patrick’s shoulders. 

“Leave the kid alone man, Chrissy was just looking too damn good in that skirt tonight. He couldn’t focus, hell, none of us could.” Andy grinned triumphantly as two other boys I couldn’t remember the name of, laughed, agreeing with him. Jason kicked his can away and turned to glare at Andy, who in turn dropped his arm back to his side and stood up straight so he was eye to eye level with Jason. They sized each other for a moment, neither backing down as their audience watched with motionless breath, including me. Suddenly with a grin that looked forced, Jason clapped Andy on the shoulder, laughing. 

“Hell, yeah she did man, I don’t blame the kid for getting side-tracked.” The others let out a relieved sigh and I took advantage over the distraction to slip into the bathroom. The door let out the slightest of creeks and I slid inside the smallest of openings, light seeping out of the crack into the darkened carpark. I quickly snapped the door shut behind me and twisted the lock, hoping the guys were too drunk to notice the disturbance. I would wait in here all night until I heard the thunder of their engines fading in the distance if I had to, I wasn’t risking trying to sneak past them again, I didn’t think I’d be successful a second time. 

Torn toilet paper littered the floor, and the smell of stale urine attacked my nose. Covering half of my face with the sleeve of my sweater I went to clean myself up.

The faucet turned on with a squeak as I ran my hands under the freezing water, rinsing off the dirt from under my finger nails. I lifted my eyes to check my reflection in the dirtied mirror, only to see that it was already staring at me.

I gasped and flung back against the tiled wall, trying to put as much space between me and the monster in the reflection. Her face was covered in black spidery lines, writhing to life. She snapped her neck to the side, and it ran its eyes over my body, slowly grinning she placed her hands on the side of the mirror, her long taloned fingers curling around the edge – my edge – as she slowly began pulling herself through it towards me.

Cold sweat pooled in my hands and my knees buckled, as soon as my weight hit the floor, the dangly light above me flickered, concealing me in darkness. My hitched breathing roared in my ears, I squeezed my eyes shut as dizziness overcame me, I hoped I would pass out before she reached me. But that sweet abyss never came – and neither did she.

When I gathered enough courage to open my eyes again the small bathroom was filled with light to every corner, I turned over to the toilet, quickly snapping the lid back as I hurled up stomach bile and whatever small amount of food, I’d managed to eat this morning. While I pressed my forehead to the cold wall – not caring about whatever disease I was guaranteed to contract – I heard the sweet sound of an engine warm to life outside. Breathing a sigh of relief, I leaned back on my heels, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. I stayed on the ground a few moments before I was certain my legs could hold me.

Creeping back to the door, I pulled it open a slither and peered into the darkness, squinting. Damn glasses. I couldn’t see the glowing red cherry of a lit cigarette or hear any signs of existence, I figured it was safe. I tiptoed, hugging the rough brick of the building. Lurking in the shadows like I was the monster hiding in the dark. My taut muscles automatically relaxed as I spotted my car, picking up my pace as I longed to be huddled in the familiar setting, behind locked doors. 

I had barely put a sneakered foot onto the lighted footpath from a street lantern when a hoarse voice called my name. 

“Y/N” Jason shouted, I don’t know why I stopped and turned, why I didn’t run those last few feet to my car. He sounded far away when he called out to me, but as I spun to face him, he was pressed up against me. I stumbled back towards my parked car, and he mirrored my steps, never allowing more space to open up between us. My heels hit the back tire of the car, holding me in place. Jason quickly closed the gap between us, trapping me. 

“Y/N” He crooned, titling my chin with his finger to bring my lips closer to his. I clenched my jaw shut, refusing him access if he did decide to close the few inches remaining between our faces. He splayed his hand on my back window, next to my head, flexing his bicep in the process. His eyes soaked me up ravenously and I took the opportunity to scan my surroundings, looking for someone – anyone – to get help, the cashier had disappeared, seemingly done with cleaning for the moment. Jason must have seen me slink into the bathroom and remained behind after his friends took off. Just like earlier in school today, his free hand reached up to tug on my hair, looking for the ribbon I’d removed after he’d soiled it with his touch. 

“I missed you tonight.” His fingers moved from my hair to caress my exposed collar bone, tugging my jumper down lightly to feel the exposed skin above my chest. My eyes squeezed shut as his breathed painted my face, nearly knocking me out with the fumes. He’d had more than just beer tonight. I didn’t think he’d remember this in the morning, but I would. The sickly feeling of his warm fingertips tracing patterns on my skin would be forever etched in my mind.

Before Starcourt, I had playfully put off Jason’s advances, using Chrissy as the excuse. ‘She wouldn’t find out.’ He would beg, and I would shoot a seductive smile back him and say that I couldn’t risk it, letting him think that it was just his relationship holding us back from fooling around. Not the fact that I had seen something unnatural simmering beneath the surface in his eyes from the moment I met Jason.

I knew that a lusting man was less dangerous than one with a bruised ego, so I let him think what he wanted, fantasied about what he wanted because it was easier to fly under the radar than be a target. I had avoided being alone with him at all costs when I was a part of the cheer team, and consequently – his crowd-, skipping out on practices and leaving parties early, hanging off Chrissy’s arm to safely hide behind her observant eyes, keeping him at bay. 

But here now, alone with nothing stopping him. He was going to do what he wanted, take what he wanted. I doubted even my cries of No was going to be enough to deter him from what he had hunted for, for so long. He pinched the skin at the base of my neck as he waited for an answer. A lump formed in my throat as tears brimmed in my eyes, threating to spill over. 

“Why so frigid now babe?” He scoffed, genuine confusion clouding his features. He was under the impression that I had wanted this as much as him,

“Hey.” He snapped, sounding a little more sober this time. “Look at me.” He grabbed my jaw between his free hand harshly, pressing his fingers into my soft cheeks, definitely leaving long bruises there. I halted beneath his touch, stunned at the violent turn he had taken. A soft chiming bell in the distance snapped me out of my composure. 

“Hey!” The cashier yelled, brandishing his mop at the open door. “Buy something or move on, no loitering.” Jason turned away from me, yelling back at the older man, telling him to mind his own business. I took advantage as his grip slackened slightly, bringing my knee up between his legs.

Jason coughed and spluttered, stumbling forward as he doubled over, letting go of me completely. I threw myself through the unlocked driver’s side door of my car, quickly spinning back to lock it behind me. Jason’s hands slammed on my door, rattling the window. Spit bubbles formed at the corner of his mouth as he screamed obscenities at me. I revved the engine threateningly, throwing it into reverse. He jumped out of the way as I tore out of the park, the car dipped and scrapped as I drove over the gutter, the glowing lights of the 7/11 reflecting in my review mirror, growing smaller every second I pushed my Ford well over the speed limit and its own abilities. 

The hot tears I had been barely holding back, finally fell, steadily running down my face and blurring my vision as I curled over the steering wheel. Hysterical sobs racked my body as I blindly drove home, except home hadn’t felt like it for a long time, my cries became more desperate as the thought consumed me. I pushed down the accelerator. Willing the car to fly.

Chapter Five

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G'night <3 - Harry Potter x Sister!Reader

Hi!!!! So... It's been what - like 250-something days since I last posted? What happened? Well

1: I graduated 'high school'/'upper secondary school' (it's not exactly the same here in Sweden, but... you know? ;)

2: I received an A on my C1 advanced test

3: I passed all tests, and finally got my driving/driver's license...

4: I got into UNI, wihooo :D

it's been a busy few months, to say the least :)

But I'm back! I wouldn't call this the best thing I've ever written, but I still feel like it's good enough to post. I'm also working on a few other projects, so keep an eye out for that ;)

Note: I will probably have to reread this one more time and check for potential errors, but it's late, so I'm just going to trust Grammarly and post it for now! Enjoy

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

+ CEFR level C2 (due to passing the C1 advanced test with an A)

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Word count: ≈ 1,3k

Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of stress and lack of sleep

Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) - Your name

(Y/N/N) - Your nickname

(Y/H/C) - Your hair colour

(Y/H/L) - Your hair length

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G'night <3

It was raining. Again. But not just ‘raining’ - it was POURING DOWN - and despite the castle not being surrounded by dementors this year, everything still felt… dark? Cold? Something was changing, and though the ministry refused to listen, (Y/N) was sure that it was a direct consequence of Voldemort’s recent return. She hadn’t slept well the past few months due to nightmares intruding and disturbing her as soon as she started drifting off, thus explaining why she was still awake despite it being almost three AM.

She shifted slightly and used her right hand to push her (Y/H/L), (Y/H/C) hair out of her face. She didn’t find herbology particularly interesting but had decided to use the night to finish as much homework as possible. It’s not healthy, but if you’re unable to sleep, why not be productive instead? (Y/N) kept writing but was suddenly interrupted by a voice whispering her name.

“(Y/N)…?

She turned around, accidentally knocking her bottle of ink over in the process, muttered a quick ‘shit’, and spotted a certain redhead on the staircase leading to the boys’ dormitory.

“Oh, Hey, Ron…”, she mumbled as her close friend quietly made his way to the sofa and sat down next to her. “Why are you up? I didn’t wake you, right?”

“No..?”, he said while placing the now empty bottle on the table. (Y/N) waved her wand swiftly and watched the black-ish liquid disappear from the red carpet beneath them. “No, I woke because of the storm - listen, why're you still up?”

(Y/N) sighed deeply and leant her head backwards while rubbing her eyes tiredly. She could feel Ron staring at her, but opted for silently looking out the window instead of meeting her friend’s questioning gaze.

“(Y/N/N)? C’mon…”

“Can’t sleep… It’s really not more complicated than that. I know I won’t fall asleep, so why try?”

“Oh my-! (Y/N)!”. Ron grabbed (Y/N)’s left arm and turned her around so she was facing him. “Usually you’re better, but occasionally you’re just as hopeless as Harry. You can’t just… I don’t know - stay awake forever?! I… Have you at least talked to him about it?”

“Are you crazy!?”, she whispered angrily. “Ron, of course I haven’t. Do you honestly think that would help either of us?”

“Yes! Yes, I do! (Y/N), I want to help you, but I really don’t think I can. Now, I don’t know how many nights you have gone without sleep, but I do know that your brother has woken me up pretty much every night these past few weeks. Since the two of you are clearly having the same problem, maybe you sho-”

(Y/N) had closed her eyes and was leaning ever so slightly away from Ron whose voice had gotten louder and harsher. She wasn’t usually so… fragile? Sensitive? However, her abnormal childhood had left its mark on her, and it got especially bad when people she knew well were angry or frustrated. Ron knew this but realized his mistake too late.

“Hey, (Y/N/N).”, he mumbled, now much calmer. He slowly moved his hand towards her and placed it carefully on her shoulder once he was sure she didn’t flinch or recoil. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Listen, I just worry, okay? About both of you. Seriously (Y/N/N) - I’m aware that a lot is going on, but Harry wakes up in nightmares if not every, then every other night, and you’re not sleeping at all - it’s not healthy. It’s not always easy to ask for help, but maybe you don’t have to do everything alone all the time? You have friends, (Y/N/N)! We’ll always listen, but if you don’t think we’ll understand, Harry definitely will. Do me a favour, if you don’t wanna talk to me, talk to him, please?

(Y/N) took a shaky breath, moved closer to Ron and let her head rest on his shoulder. He put his arms around her and began gently playing with her hair.

“Thanks”

They sat for a moment, doing nothing but watching the moonlight shining through the window and enjoying each other's company. Ron was about to ask (Y/N) something when he noticed the girl slowly drifting off to sleep with her head on his shoulder. He pushed some of her hair behind her ear and listened to her steady breathing. It was calming somehow, and Ron would have fallen asleep himself if not for the sound of his name being called from behind.

“Ron?”

Turning around quickly, yet carefully, Ron’s eyes met his best friend’s.

“Harry.. Ehm.. Why'ru awake?”

“Nightmare…”, said Harry slowly, noticing his sister sleeping soundly on the sofa. “What’s your excuse?”

“Ehmm…”, mumbled Ron, shifting awkwardly. “I-She-I woke up and heard something, so I went down here and found her still doing homework. Has apparently been sleepin’ just about as good as you.”

Harry sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “I asked her about that a few days ago… said she was fine. Why wouldn't she tell me?”

“My best guess? She probably didn’t wanna bother you. To be honest, mate, it’s not like it’s been an easy year or anythin’.”

“She could never bother me!”, exclaimed Harry, probably a bit too loud. “She knows that!?”

“Shhh…”, mumbled Ron uncomfortably. “We should probably let her sleep… Look, are you saying you talk to her every time you have a bad dream or… you know - feel down?”

“I guess not, but…”

“Then why are you expecting her to?”

Ron moved (Y/N) and put her head down on the armrest before standing up.

“Look, maybe if you tell her about your struggles she’ll tell you about hers? I don’t know, maybe I’m the wrong person to ask, but it sounds about right to me…?”

“Yeah…”, muttered Harry. “I guess b-”

He turned around quickly when he heard (Y/N) mumble something incoherent.

“Hey, (Y/N/N)?”. He walked closer to the sofa and squatted down by his sister, who was now sweating and whimpering softly - clearly suffering from a bad dream. Harry shook her gently, but she moved away from his touch as her breathing became rapid and shallow.

“(Y/N/N)...”, Harry sighed deeply before taking both of (Y/N)’s hands into his own. He hated the thought of his sister struggling so but knew from experience that it was inevitable. She suddenly inhaled sharply and sat up.

She looked around frantically, but Harry brought her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

“Shhh… Shh, (Y/N/N), you’re fine. I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”

She was breathing even faster and struggled against him, but Harry simply tightened his hold.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N/N)? Shhh… Shhh… (Y/N)! Look at me, please?”

Their eyes met, and eventually, (Y/N) calmed down enough to breathe normally. She sighed deeply and leant her forehead against her older brother’s torso. The common room was completely silent until Ron decided to awkwardly clear his throat and mutter something about going back to bed.

Harry and (Y/N) remained quiet for a while, but eventually, (Y/N) decided to speak up.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry…”

“(Y/N/N), don’t apologize, please! You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I know, bu-”

“No”, said Harry, to which (Y/N) sighed.

“But”, she continued. “I still feel silly every time it happens.”

“I get it, (Y/N/N), you know I do. And I know it’s hard to talk about, but… You help me all the time - would it kill you to let me do the same?”

“Philosopher much?”, said (Y/N) with a slight smile. “You’re right, though… I guess I should have told you, it’s just...“

“Again, (Y/N/N), I get it! Listen, why don’t we both try to get a couple of hours of sleep and then talk tomorrow? It sounds like we might both need it, okay?”

“Yeah”, yawned (Y/N), now realizing just how tired she actually was. The thought of going to sleep still frightened her, but knowing that her brother was close made her feel comfortable enough to give it a try. “Sounds good to me. G’night Haz.”

“Night, (Y/N/N). Love you”

~ L

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[the-firebird69]

So he's talking about his car and they won't race him at the raceway and to keep saying no they won't race Harry either it says a different class so let's be class and those go about 400 I said okay same deal the smaller one so we're saying this we're going to try and get it ready for the C-Class races and trying to meet their weight requirements and will be a trendsetter and we can't afford to do that so it's a Big lots on their part

Thor Freya

I can try and get my car certified this is Indy though since the same thing and they always say that you can't and close it it's kind of part of the fun and closed it would work better I have a small battery air conditioner it would work very well summer crime is kind of ruin it and you have to have a skinny tail I read the requirements

Jeff

They all shape the car the same cuz I think it's the fastest and it's not really true they have pretty much the same shape and it's about handling they say but you can beat them if you have speed on the straightaways and it's ridiculous better you don't want to create a line when you're trying to go around the corner it does not help you corner better because you are pushing wind out of the way and supposedly it keeps you on the road it's not really true but it's not and our son says it right because he wants to keep going straight it's like steering a boat with a straight screw with a runner as opposed to an outdrive and the South cars I can out drive it's high performance and these guys still have a rudder and it's difficult it's a weird kind of dragon that they all do it and think they're sailing a car or some dumb s*** when there's a wind it's hell on Earth you're hard to control

My son challenge them to a race and he says the f-111 car not the f-117 and it's true these are around C1 and the night is big they're getting there though it's just length it's about 5 in longer wheelbase my tire is about the same thing the thing that can't race you I said of course time I'm not really supposed to do that but I see how it is you guys are locked into helping honest to goodness why would I want to do that and they said this I can't believe how stupid we are and the City of the same this is never going to go anywhere is the clones and they want the cars this is a miserable thing didn't want the car is a factories in their stupid ships

Thor Freya

Yeah we can see he's kind of screwed himself up a little it gets back on it these people are miserable these a****** clowns are miserable I'm so sick of them s*** heads

Mac

DJ Trump they all have the same stupid thought process no one else can have it and none of them have superiority

Olympus