#Dirt Bike Rebuild

[mickandmusings]

i. true blue

part one of the 'hangman & honey' series!

summary: The summer he turned nine, Jake was convinced he'd spend it like any other summer: riding his bike down dirt roads with all the other kids, lending a helping hand on the family farm, and brushing up on his backyard football. His life hits a tailspin when a new family moves into the house just down the road, leading him to a friendship and feelings he never saw coming.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: cute childhood friends to lovers, small sections of angst, tragic backstories and southern traditions. primarily self indulgent. this is written by someone from the most southern small town imaginable, so it's written with love as an ode to my own hometown, enjoy. <3

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In the great state of Texas, just a few hours south of Austin, sits a small town called Haven. It was a fitting name for a town so picturesque-miles and miles of endless farmland, stunning sunsets and sunrises, and the beauty of the state's flora and fauna. However, in all it's Southern small-town glory, it was home to little else. There was the hub of activity 'downtown'-the one school system, a family-owned restaurant, a convenience store, the First Baptist Church of Haven, and a hair salon. On the outskirts of Haven sat a large patch of barbed-wire fenced farmland, one that spanned most of the remaining parts of the small town, more than the eye could see. It was large enough to have its own unpaved road-Seresin Farm Road-and was home to only one house, the Seresin family house.

The Seresin family had owned the land long before the turn of the century, and had been passed down from generation to generation ever since. The Seresin's owned much of Haven to begin with, their farmland excluded. Most of the businesses rented their buildings from Jacob Seresin Sr., with the exception of the school system and the church. Despite their seemingly looming hand of ownership, you'd never know they held power at all. Mrs. Janet Seresin-first lady of the Seresin estate-was known as the town egg lady, always more than happy to pass out dozens of Styrofoam cartons free of charge. She held the unofficial prize of having the best homemade ice cream in all of Haven, and anyone in the small town would attest. Jacob Seresin Sr.-head of the Seresin farm and Janet's husband-was regarded in the same warm fashion. You could find him driving up and down the main street in his trusty red farm truck, often loaded with feed or some kind of good necessary to keep his place up and running. He'd stop and talk to anyone and everyone, literally everyone, he knew. He had been the one to help nearly everyone in his community rebuild after natural disasters, always willing to help someone in need, never asking for anything in return. The Seresin's were Haven's unofficial first family, leaders of sorts, in the small town.

Their son, Jacob Seresin Jr., was elusive and a topic nearly everyone knew to avoid. He had been raised on the family farm, attended the local school, lived and breathed the same life as everyone else, but found himself itching for more. He quickly fell into trouble with the local law, and with a last name like Seresin, he got away with mostly everything, which, perhaps, was his greatest downfall. He had gotten his high school girlfriend-a sweet local girl named Georgia Joann Smith-pregnant their senior year. When she broke the news, he'd taken off in his truck to Kentucky, where it was rumored he still was, looking for something he could never find. Nine months later, Jacob Thomas Seresin III, or 'Jake' as he preferred, was born, healthy, all ten fingers and toes. Just hours after birth, his mother fell gravely ill, and made her own swift exit in death. She left behind only one thing-her son. Jacob Sr. and Janet took him in with no questions asked, raising him as any grandparent would. Jake, luckily, seemed to inherit more of his mother than his father. His blonde hair gleamed in the Texas sun, turning almost gold in the heat-filled summers. His green eyes held his kindness-a sharp contrast to his father's dark brown eyes that seemed to only hold his anger. Jake bore Georgia's gentle soul, her wide smile and her witty personality, she lived on in Jake entirely. So when the new family moved into the empty house at the end of Seresin Farm Road, Janet had zero hesitations in sending Jake down to welcome their new neighbors to Haven. She'd spent the entire morning making homemade bread, having to occasionally swat away Jake's hands from the counter or tell him to completely get out of the kitchen while the loaves cooled. After lunch, she handed him a well-wrapped loaf and gave him instructions to take it to the newcomers, which Jake did without complaint. He'd placed the bread into the metal basket attached to his royal blue bike, trekking down their long and winding driveway. When he'd arrived nearly ten minutes later, he had parked his bike on the edge of the lawn, against a towering oak tree. He made a point to kick the dirt off his shoes, not wanting to track it onto the seemingly freshly painted, white wrap-around porch. He lifts his first to wrap against the door, one with a glass cut-out, much different than the screen door on his farmhouse. He fixed his windswept hair in the reflection of the window, remembering Granny's words of always looking well put together when meeting new people. The door's lock clicked, and when Jake looked up to see the man or lady of the house, he instead had to look down, finding a girl who couldn't be much younger than him. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at him, hair pushed out of her face with colorful butterfly shaped clips. Her eyes were captivating, and all of Jake's intended Southern charm had flown out the window. She smiles shyly at Jake, wondering why this stranger was on her porch.

"Uh, this is for you-or,uh-your parents," his arm extends the bread as he stammered. "My Granny made it, we live at the farm on the end of the road, we-uh, she-wanted to invite you to the neighborhood. I'm Jake."

Jake stuck out a clammy hand for her to shake, and winced internally. His Pawpaw would be reprimanding him if he saw this-it wasn't polite to make a lady shake your hand. Shaking hands was for business deals, and Jake had just shook her hand like she'd bought his show heifer. Jake's mind was clouded for a reason he couldn't explain, and he wasn't thinking straight. The girl blushed and smiled slightly.

"I'm Honey," her voice was quiet but pronounced. "That's not actually my name, but everyone calls me Honey, so, you can call me Honey. Um, is your house the one with the big magnolia tree in the front?"

Jake nodded quickly. Her eyes widened, shimmering with something Jake couldn't make out. Quietness settled over them before Honey spoke again.

"Is that your bike?" Honey points at his bike leaning against the tree.

"Yeah! Most kids ride their bikes everywhere here."

"C-Could I ride with you, maybe?" Her voice was suddenly shy, no longer meeting Jake's eyes. "It's just summer and I-I don't know anyone yet and-"

"Yes!" Jake cut her off, and mentally scolded himself, but as Honey flashed him a wide smile he couldn't find himself caring. She tossed the bread on the table just inside the door, slid on her purple jelly sandals and shut the door behind her. She led Jake to the empty garage, only full of empty moving boxes and a bright yellow bike. As she led them out of the garage and towards the edge of the yard, Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her.

"Shouldn't you let your momma know you left, leave her a note or somethin'?"

Honey's eyes cut to her feet, her smile fading.

"She won't care, I'll be back before she will. S-She's a nurse, works the night shift at the old folks home in the next town over."

Jake nodded but said nothing, pedaling off on his own bike to lead her back down to his farm.

From that moment on, Jake and Honey were practically inseparable. The entire summer was spent with a blue bike parked next to a yellow one, swimming in the creek behind Jake's house, and running around the farm with nothing but their imagination and makeshift stick swords. Jake's Border Collie, John Wayne, became a frightening dragon of their imagination, and Honey taught Jake how to make flower crowns from the wildflowers in the fields. Janet had grown fond of looking out her front window to see Honey sitting next to Jake under her magnolia tree, reading her Boxcar Children book as much as she could with Jake chattering next to her. Even when Jake was busy with his farm chores, Honey would sit placidly under the tree, enjoying the occasional breeze as she read her book of the week. After the long summer, Jacob Sr. had started referring to it as "Honey's tree," and he'd laugh to himself every time he saw the girl sitting quietly under it. Both Janet and Jacob Sr. loved having the sweet but shy girl around, especially when they found out that she spent most of her time alone in that house down the road. On the last night before summer ended, Jake and Honey sat under the tree, swatting at mosquitoes as the Texas sun set. Jake looked over at Honey, who had finally put her book down, and asked:

"Why do you like this tree so much?"

She smiled a smile that Jake knew to be half-hearted and brought her knees to her chest, her chin resting on her kneecaps.

"It reminds me of home."

Honey had moved from her tiny town in Mississippi that summer, and she often talked of her home there, the friends and family she'd left behind, how her mother had left when her grandmother died, looking for a fresh start.

"My Gram had a tree like this in her yard, and she'd babysit me when Mom worked," Honey's eyes rested on the ground, where she was picking grass from the ground around her bare feet. "She'd read to me a lot, and it was my favorite place in the world. Sometimes when I read here it sort of feels like I never left."

Jake simply nodded, thinking of the mother he'd only met in pictures, and the grandparents he wouldn't trade for the world's richest man. Neither of them spoke a word about the statement she made, but they understood what it meant to both of them. Even at age nine, Jake was in love with the girl next door, even if he didn't know it yet. From the first year they met and every year after, Jake and Honey found themselves under the magnolia blossoms. Well, almost every year...

As the budding teens entered into their freshman year at Haven High School, the differences between their personalities became more apparent than ever. Jake was the ideal all-American southern boy: athletic, outgoing, someone who guys high-fived in the hallway, and one that girls would be late to class just to get a glimpse of. Jake was never one to let the attention get to his head, at least not too much. Sure, he enjoyed the feeling of being liked, and, sure, he could be cocky at times, but he was never the one to bully those completely different from him. Someone like Honey. Honey had always been quiet, shy by nature, and the very definition of an advanced student. She was beloved by her teachers, but not as well received by her classmates. With a town as small as Haven, it was either incredibly easy or incredibly hard to make friends, and for Honey, it seemed to be the latter. It wasn't as if Honey was perpetually odd-she wasn't homely or weird, just quiet. Jake was the only one who knew about her boisterous laugh that could be prompted with his corny jokes, or her wild streak, like sneaking into his bedroom window after she and her mother got into yet another fight.

At the beginning of the school year, she spent her breaks talking to Jake, and she sat next to him at lunch. He'd let her ramble about her current read, and he'd talk about yesterday's football practice. She'd leave with the promise to come around for dinner, Mrs. Janet was making her favorite. However, when football season started, and Jake had made an infamous saving play at one of the first few games, he had peaked in popularity. Honey found herself on the outside of his swarm of new friends, listening to him talk to his football buddies while the girls that followed shot her sympathetic or lethal glances. She'd ignored it at first, simply enjoying her paperback until Jake could spare himself a minute to talk to her. Eventually, the bell would sound before she even got the chance to say 'hello' to him, and, with her heart suddenly heavy, she'd make her way to class. The routine lasted for weeks and she'd find herself waiting by the phone, figuring Jake would call her after football practice, but she'd only be greeted with silence through the night. After the second week of no contact, she decided to leave Jake and his new friends to their own devices, opting to sit in the library for breaks, taking her lunch in the empty courtyard. It was like Jake hadn't noticed her absence at all, at least in her mind, but Jacob Sr. and Janet noticed immediately. They had missed her bright aura that lit up their farmhouse, watching as she greeted the dogs as she parked her now lilac bike in the driveway. Janet missed her companionship as Honey would watch her sew patches onto Jacob Sr. and Jake's clothes, and her husband missed catching up with her over dinner. The only time they'd see her anymore would be on Friday nights, at Jake's games. She'd sit in the bleachers with them, decked out in her navy blue and gold, watching intently as the boys in jerseys made their way up and down the field. At the end of the game, she'd say her goodbyes before Jake would find his grandparents and they wouldn't see her until the following Friday. In typical grandparent fashion, Janet had assumed Jake had done something. Her grandson was kind, gentlemanly, but he also had a sharp tongue and a big head, which he sometimes used in malice. So, over dinner one Thursday, Janet finally dipped her toes into the water.

"Maybe you should talk to Honey after the game tomorrow, she always seems to slip away before you two get to catch up."

Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he wiped his mouth, looking up at his grandmother.

"Honey? At a football game? Granny, I don't really think that's her scene. She hates when we have a pep rally at school, I don't think she's going to a football game voluntarily."

Jacob Sr. and Janet give each other a knowing look across the table.

"How blind are ya, son?" Jacob Sr.'s voice is accusatory.

Jake looks up from his plate, looking over at his grandfather with a confused look.

"She's been at every game this season, Jake," his grandmother's voice speaks, much softer than her husbands. "She sits next to us in the stands. When was the last time you two talked? Just the two of you?"

Jake scoffs at his grandmother's accusation, his head shaking as he tried to wrack his brain for the last time he'd talked to his best friend.

"Maybe a week or so ago, I-I can't remember."

"That's a damn shame," Jacob Sr.'s voice grumbled. "She's a sweet girl, smart too. I know she doesn't run the same circles as you and your new buddies, but she's a good friend Jake, and you're treatin' her as if she doesn't exist. She still comes to all of those games. I'm not tellin' you what to do, but maybe give her a call, and pray to the Lord above that she wants to talk to your dumb ass."

Jake's heart sank as he carried out his nightly farm chores that night, thinking of how he had treated Honey. He knew what the other girls in the group said about her, how she was 'quiet' and 'weird,' often making comments that were completely false or disrespectful. Jake always shut the comments down, but found himself not bothering to talk to the one person who had always been there for him. Was it his fear of his new friends thinking he was weird? Did he think he wouldn't be surrounded by his football buddies if they saw him talking to someone like Honey? As Jake shut the barn door, he sighed, deciding he didn't care about either. Honey had been his friend for years, long before high school or popularity, or stupid teenage rules. She'd never changed, she was still the girl he fell in love with all those years ago. That night, as he sat by the phone thinking of what to say, he'd heard the faintest knock on his door. He figured it was his Granny coming to tell him goodnight, so he made quick work of making his way to the door and flinging it open. Instead of his grandmother, Honey stood in front of him. She held an algebra textbook in her arms, her eyes never meeting his, her arms crossed protectively. Her eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot, tear streaks staining her cheeks. She'd been crying, and Jake knew Honey all too well, her tears had nothing to do with the algebra assignment. Something had happened to her.

"Uh, hey, I-I know it's late, and I didn't want to bother you, but I've been workin' on this stupid algebra assignment for three hours, and i-it's not making a lick of sense. You-You're the only person I know who could help me, so if you could just show me how to do one, I'll be out of your hair. I know you have a game tomorrow, and you should really sleep-"

Honey was rambling, picking the skin around her fingernails, she was nervous. It shattered his heart in his chest, he could never remember a time when she was nervous around him.

"No, no, you're fine, Honey. C'mere."

He opened the door wide for her to come in. She nodded in thanks, hovering awkwardly in the space between his bed and his desk. Any other time she'd plop herself down on his plaid comforter, all but curling into the sheets and falling asleep. Now, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't spoken to him in weeks, and he was different now. He wasn't just Jake, her Jake, he was Jake Seresin, up and coming star of their hometown football team, someone that a person like her should avoid in the hallway, someone that shouldn't even be talking to her.

He pushed the chair of his desk out for her, figuring she'd feel more comfortable there. She laid her textbook and notebook out flat, opening the book to the dozens of equations she couldn't make out. Honey was incredibly smart, but as her math classes advanced, she found herself staring at her own notes in utter confusion.

"Um, so, this is on polynomials," she started. "But I couldn't even tell you what a fuckin' polynomial is and I'm starting to lose my mind."

Jake quickly noted the physical manifestation of her worry-her hair messy with the way she had been running her hands through it, the chipped nail polish on her nails, and her chewing on her bottom lip. His heart ached, how had he not noticed her struggling? They were in the same class, she sat two chairs in front of him.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

She didn't even spare him a look.

"It's not your fault I'm stupid, Jake."

Jake took her arm in a light hold, turning her to look at him.

"I'm not talkin' about algebra, and you're not stupid, first of all. You're one of the smartest people I know. I'm talkin' about the way I've been actin'. It's not fair to you, I've been an ass. I've been ignoring you at school, treatin' you as if you aren't even there. You've come to all my games and I didn't even know. Thanks for that, by the way, but, I mean it, Honey. I'm sorry."

Honey shrugs, her face sprouting a faint pink blush.

"'S fine, people grow up, move on. You don't have to apologize for leaving me for people more like-minded. I get it, I don't necessarily fit the mold of your new friend group. It's okay. They seem to really like you though, and you seem happy. Plus Sam is...she's pretty. I get why you wouldn't want me hanging around."

"Sam?" Jake's voice was confused. Sam was a cheerleader, and she was friends with the girlfriends of his teammates. They had a passing conversation from time to time, but they weren't dating. "What're you talkin' about?"

Honey's brow furrowed, tapping her pencil's eraser against her book.

"Sam Vance told me like the third or fourth week of school that you were together, around the same time we stopped talking. I just assumed that was why you didn't want to talk anymore. It's sort of the reason I've kept my distance."

Jake's blood boiled, he was not dating Sam Vance. She was heinously mean, even to her own 'friends.'

"Honey," Jake started, his eyes full of sympathy, his flash of anger flickering. "I'm not dating her, not by a long shot. I don't know why she lied to you, I've never said more than a few sentences to one another, she's...mean. She's vicious, I'm sorry."

Honey's head only shook in a nonchalant manner. She was good at this, pushing people away, Jake had noticed it over the years. After years of practically raising herself, those she loved either abandoning her or leaving her in death, she expected everyone to leave. Honey herself knew that someday Jake would leave her, just like everyone else, so when he pulled away, she didn't bother trying to stop it, no matter how it hurt.

"Stop that. I know what I did was shitty, and it seemed like I didn't want you there, but this isn't me dumping you off, Honey. I swear. And I know something's wrong, you're not crying because of a homework assignment. If it's because of what happened between us, I'll do anythin' to make it up to you-"

Honey's bottom lip trembles, her eyes lining with tears as she shakes her head. She looks up at Jake, pain clouding her usually kind eyes.

"You don't have to worry about me, Jake."

"No I don't," he stated honestly. "I want to, Honey. You're my best friend, and you're hurtin'. You may not need me, but I want to help you. I know I haven't been a good friend, the worst actually, but talk to me, please."

Honey looks at her lap, bringing her knees to her chest in an action of protection Jake was familiar with-every time she has to get vulnerable, it's her defensive action, as if curling up in a ball would save her from hurt.

"For what it's worth," Honey started, her voice small and quiet. "I really don't understand polynomials, like, at all. But you're right, it's more than that." She pauses and takes a deep breath, Jake's heart shattering. Her inability to speak freely, the bags under her eyes, her nervous habit at the forefront-he'd never seen her so tired, so heavy.

"About a week ago, I came home and all of my mom's stuff was gone. I mean, all of it, her bedroom was completely empty. She left a note on the kitchen table." Her eyes focus on the Cowboys poster on the back of Jake's door, her eyes dulling. "She decided to move in with her boyfriend, and he-he doesn't even know she has a child, so she left the house for me. Which is fine, we never got along anyway, it's just been...lonely. She pays the bills and leaves money, so it's not like I'm fending for myself, but, it just really sucks she doesn't really care about me. I guess it shouldn't, but-" She pauses, eyes dazed out, silent tears running down her cheeks. "Sorry for the soapbox, I just, it all is piling up, and now I'm crying over polynomials." She laughs dryly. "Just, God I've missed you, Jake. I sort of pushed myself away from you because I thought you'd found people you'd rather spend your time with. I'm nothing like you interest wise, and-"

"Stop putting yourself down, I won't stand for it." Jake looks at her as she laughs in a quiet manner, hands wiping away her silent tears. Jake moves directly in front of her, making eye contact. "I mean it. You're ten times cooler than any of them. Most of the guys on the team, pretty laid back, cool, but all they ever want to talk about is football and how hot so-and-so is, and their girlfriends? Worse, by a thousand, at least most of them. I'd like to think I'm not that shallow, right?"

Jake Seresin was a lot of things, but shallow was not one of them.

"Please hang out with me tomorrow? I'll have Granny pick you up for school. You and I are going to talk until the bell rings, you've got to catch me up on that Scarlett girl in that book you were reading last time we talked. I'm sitting with you at lunch because Granny made me promise to bring you lunch, and you gotta catch me up on last week's Dawson's Creek episode. Then I'll see you at the game, and we can swing by The Burger Basket, you, me, burgers, fries, a strawberry shake for you and a chocolate one for me."

Honey laughed, nodding her head, her heart warming as she heard Jake ask for the things she thought he found annoying-her ranting about the books she was reading, or the TV shows she was watching. She wiped her tears, standing and hugging the blonde boy who knew her better than herself sometimes. Her chest felt lighter, it felt good to be known so incredibly well. He squeezed her tight before she let go. (Jake never, ever, let go first.) She sits back in the desk chair, sliding in next to Jake, her head falling on his shoulder.

"So," she spoke after a moment of silence. "Polynomials?"

Jake chuckles.

"Let's make a deal, Hon. I explain to you how to solve these equations, and you explain to me what the hell Shakespeare is talking about in those English assignments for Mrs. Elmer's class?"

Honey laughs, she and Jake were both good students, but in two very different subjects.

"You've got yourself a deal, J."

Jake smirks, taking the pencil that sat in the crevice of the book, his scratchy handwriting across her paper as he attempted to explain. In a matter of minutes, Honey began to understand, a smile forming as she grasped the concepts. Jake's green eyes met hers in the light of his desk lamp, glimmering, and the breath in his chest catches, his heart hammering. His palms sweat around the pencil and he can't look away from her.

"You alright, Seresin?" Honey's voice is laced with humor, and it snaps him out of his trance.

"Y-Yeah."

Jake had lied, he had just realized, for the first time since Jake had known Honey, he was beginning to see her as something more than just his best friend. When he looked at Honey, he noticed something he'd never noticed before, she was beautiful.

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[milolunde]

Every wish (and rule + misc. magic) in Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish

This is tentitive. I did my best, but I also compiled it in two days. Some wishes and notable magic might be missing or misrepresented. This list is also missing The Wellsington Hotellsington. When the show comes out on Netflix I'll revise the list and double check anything I misheard since we'll have subtitles

Season 1

Episode 1, Fly!

Hazel: I wish Antony were here to help me unpack. And keep me talking to a bunch of rocks. (no fairies)

Hazel: I’d like to wish for… unlimited wishes! (Rocktilda is not a fairy)

(Not wishes: Cosmo poofs up a jar of pennies; A can of condensed milk; Wanda poofs a venus fly trap; Cosmo, a portrait of him and Wanda…Cosmo shrinks Angela’s book… Wanda rebuilds a shelf…Cosmo fixes a crack in the wall then covers it with a picture of himself; Wanda replaces the picture. Wanda poofs the door open/poofs it out of existence… they magic up random mail. Wanda teleports in front of the apartment building door. Cosmo crashes into her and that opens the door, I guess.)

Hazel: I wish (Wanda: Uh oh, she said the magic word.) Hazel: I wish! (Cosmo: She said it again! Wanda: You know what happens when we hear the magic word!) Hazel: I wish I could just fly to Antony myself! (They both poof into fairies; their wands uncontrollably turn Hazel into a fly… Wanda: The intensity of your wish activated our magic)

(Cosmo makes a trail of fries back to the apartment then traps Fly-Hazel in a jar)

(Trying to turn Hazel back into a human, Cosmo turns a plant, a toaster, and himself, into Hazel… possibly other things off screen. Note: He hits his wand after a few times and says, “Why can’t I work this thing?”)

Hazel: I wish I was human Hazel again

(Cosmo: We have a spell on the front door that lets us choose what world we go out into [Fairy World or Earth])

Episode 2a, The Department of Magical Violations

Hazel has already made 99 wishes and her 100th wish was “on Cosmo and Wanda” for a “Fun Fantasy” where Cosmo is a princess in distress by Wanda, an evil seahorse, and Hazel- a knight- has to rescue him.

Hazel: I wish we were back at my house. Thanks for granting my fun wish

Hazel: Ok… I wish- oh no- mind break! Brain bad! THE PRESSURE! (Wish fart)

Jorgen: For this first trial, I am stirpping Cosmo of his wings and his magic and YOU have to make a wish to save his puny life before the time runs out (Jorgen poofs up a giant tower) Hazel: I wish Cosmo had a parachute! No, wait… I wish he had a trampoline instead- is that better?.. I-I wish for a mattress!

Jorgen: You must get everyone dancing or else… Hazel: I wish for a DJ- No! A robot DJ that plays mumble rap- no, beethoven, no! Death Metal!

Hazel: I know exactly what I want. Antony and I used to joke about how silly this bike would look if it were real. Ok, I wish for one of those… those old-timey bicycles? It’s old and it’s got a big wheel and a little wheel and it’s mixed with one of those bikes that Antony likes to ride.

Cookie: Don’t worry Hazel, Cookie knows what you’re wishing for (a fancy car; this is not what Hazel was wishing for)

Da Rules: A child must always get what they want.

Cookie: Go ahead and wish for something. Here’s the latest doll./You want the latest makeup trend? Girl, Boot-IFY yourself!/ Of course! Cookies! All kids love cookies.

Hazel: I wish for a thing that exists but doesn’t. Oh no, I can't think of the name. It's, like, big, but also small. (Wish fart)

Hazel: I wish Cosmo and Wanda were my Fairy Godparents!

Hazel: Without all the pressure, I remember my wish! Penny Farthing Dirt Bike! (Cosmo made a Penny Farting Dirt Bike for himself)

Episode 2b, Teacher’s Pal

(Cosmo and Wanda poof a helmet and safety gear onto Hazel then become the wheels of a skateboard so they can steer it)

Hazel: I wish I could be friends with my teachers (Decreases the teachers’ maturity)

Hazel: I sure wish this (Teacher’s breakroom) were a place for a child

Hazel: I wish everyday could be as fun as today was

Hazel: I wish the teachers were back to normal

Episode 3a, A Dinosaur in Dimmadelphia

Hazel: I wish to see a live dinosaur

Hazel: I wish Barry (the dinosaur) could speak English

Hazel: I wish people weren’t afraid of (Barry)

Hazel: I wish Barry got a job in a dinosaur movie

Hazel: I wish (Barry) had a job at the Dimmsonian museum

Hazel: I wish Barry had a job working with his hands

Hazel: Electric Light Ice Cream for everyone

Episode 3b, Fearless

Hazel: I wish Jasmine was fearless

Hazel: I wish Jasmine was afraid again

Hazel: I wish they were gone (Doesn’t work; fear must be faced once released)

Hazel: I wish for a Hazel stand-in so no one notices I’m gone

(Wanda: According to Da Rules… Fears can only be fought by the one whose fear it is)

Episode 4a, The Wellsington Hotellsington

N/A

Episode 4b, 1500 Minutes of Fame

Hazel: I wish everyone in the school knew me. I wish to be famous. (Cosmo + Wanda: Fifteen minutes of fame, coming up! [this summons Father Time])

Hazel: Well, whoever’s job it is, then, I wish I was famous at my school! (She gets 1500 minutes- 25 hours)

Hazel: I wish Father TIme was here

Hazel, to Father Time: I need you to end my fifteen minutes of fame early. (Nick of Time shows up and turns Hazel’s regular minutes into New York Minutes)

Hazel, in song: I wish I knew more New York-y things

Episode 5a, 28 Puddings Later

Hazel: I wish everyone had an unlimited supply of School Pudding

Hazel: I wish the pudding was being served after the class picture

Hazel: I wish everyone had an unlimited supply of broccoli pudding

Episode 5b, Trial and Hair-ror

Hazel: I wish my hair had spirit (brings her hair to life. Her name is Diana the Diva. Cosmo thought she wanted her hair to have A spirit)

Hazel: Silk scarf lasso, please

Hazel: Release the hair gel!

(Hazel wins Most Spirited Hair, this somehow isn’t cheating)

Episode 6a, Weird Science

Hazel: I wish my science project worked (this changes the laws of science; also somehow does not count as cheating)

Hazel: I wish everything were back to normal (Wanda: Can it wait, squirt? I’m busy transcending my body. [even when they do cast their magic it doesn’t work])

Hazel: I wish the laws of science were back to normal

Episode 6b, Mystery She Wished

Hazel: I wish I could solve a mystery as a genuine Gumshoe (Cosmo turns her into a shoe stuck in gum. Wanda turns her into a detective)

Hazel: Wish over, I want to be normal Hazel! (Wanda: You wished to be a detective like the ones you saw on TV,. None of them used magic to solve the case. You’re stuck until you solve the mystery.)

Episode 7a, Prime Meridian Love

Hazel: I wish I could go to the dance with Kennueth

Hazel: Oops, I wish Kennueth could breathe air

(Hazel: Why aren’t you hiding? He can’t know about magic. Wanda: Actually, since he’s a fictional character and not a real person Da Rule doesn’t apply)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish Kennueth had a cool outfit for the dance.

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish we were at the docks

Episode 7b, Stanky Danky

Hazel: I just wish people wouldn’t be such trash monsters. (Cosmo: Did I hear a wish? Wanda: I heard “trash monster” Cosmo: One Trash Monster coming up!)

Hazel: I wish Stanky could say at least a few words

Hazel: I wish this box would take me to Danky

Episode 8a, Peace of Pizza

Hazel: I wish I could convince Dev to participate in kindness day

Hazel: I wish Dev had extra milk he could spare

Hazel: I wish the Pe-Az’s had something big to carry then Dev could do a kind act by holding the door open for them

Hazel: You know, Dev, I sure wish we had some pizza for you right now

Episode 8b, A New Development

Hazel: Dev is so mean, I wish I knew why he acted like that (this pairs Dev and Hazel together for the scavenger hunt)

Episode 9, Lost and Founder’s Day

Hazel: I wish to speak to a Dimmadelphia History Expert- A Dimmastorian.

Hazel: I wish that miserable kid had a new ice cream cone

Hazel: I wish that line moved faster

Hazel: I wish that bouncy was bigger, better, and bouncier!

Dev: I wish I could stay and talk (Not a real wish and it doesn’t get granted, but he said the words so…)

Hazel: I wish the statues weren’t magic anymore (they were never magic)

Episode 10a, Cookie’s Court

(Hazel had a streak of wishes, I’m not counting the hole punches to figure out how many, and earned another fun adventure on Cosmo and Wanda… again, whatever that means. Hazel must save Coswanda rock from a meteor, then she defeats Seahorse Wanda… Hazel says she wished for a talking gut the day before; she still has it)

Hazel: I wish Ferray could talk (Jorgen grants this)

Episode 10b, Work Her Magic

Hazel: I wish I was my mom’s assistant

Hazel: Can you guys…? (Hazel stand-in at school)

Hazel: I need backup! I wish you were in the meeting with me

Hazel: I wish that everything was back to normal! And that I was a kid again!

Episode 11a, Crock to the Future

Marcus: I sure wish (AJ) was coming… Hazel: Dad said the magic word! I wish tonight was extra special for him!

Hazel: I wish Crocker stopped trying to reveal fairies! (the building is covered in a butterfly net so they have no magic… [they can still float])

Episode 11b, Battle of the Dimmsonian

Dev: I wish everyone will think I'm really cool when I get out of the helicopter!... Wait, no! I wish everyone will think I look really powerful! … no, no, no, no wait!... hahaha, I’m just messing with ya’. Now, execute my wish!

(Dev spent “all morning wishing for the perfect cupcake”)

Dev: I wish I had Viozalia’s staff

Hazel: I wish I had Viozalia’s staff!

Dev wishes for Viozalia’s staff off screen

Hazel: I wish I had the staff

Dev: I wish I had the staff

Hazel: I wish I had the staff

Dev: I wish I had the staff

Hazel, offscreen: I wish I had the staff

Dev: I wish the spirit of Viozalia would come back to life (Peri is able to do this... Marcus says it’s a “Level 9 Spector”)

Dev: Viozalia, bring this museum to life. (She gets her staff back and brings everything to life)

Peri, reading Da Rules: What to do when your godkid tries to start a ghost apocalypse… NOTHING?!

Dev and Hazel: I wish Viozalia and her spirits would return to the spirit realm! (Peri, Cosmo, and Wanda all use their magic to grant this)

Episode 12a, Patty Possum’s Party Playground

Hazel: I wish Patty Possum would come to life

Hazel: I need to unwish my wish!!! (Wanda: sorry, kiddo. We can’t grant wishes without our wands)

Episode 12b, A Date to Remember

(Hazel had Cosmo and Wanda help her with her mom and dad’s anniversary presentation)

Hazel: I wish my parents could fall in love all over again.

Hazel: I wish they were back in love (Wanda: We can do the setup but according to Da Rules only cupid can make people fall in love)

Hazel: then I wish Cupid was here

Hazel: I wish a had a microphone and piano

Episode 13, Operation Birthday Takeback

Hazel wished for a Prime Meridian Love manga that was only released underseas so she could give it to Dev for his birthday

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish for a pair of rocket boots for Dev (Dev: Why didn’t you think to get these for me, Pickle-Brained Peri? Peri: because my job is to grant you wishes. Not to read your mind.)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I need you! Dev: Peri, get in here! (They don’t show up)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, Peri, where the heck are you! (They still don’t show up)

Hazel: Movie night! And you know what goes great with movies? Really big ice cream!

Dev: I wish you would leave me alone! (Peri: I… As you wish, kid.)

Episode 14a, Potazel Potahzel

Hazel: I wish I could have unlimited french fries

You are what you eat is literal with magic food

Hazel: Turn me back into a human, right this minute (they have to consult Mother Nature)

Episode 14b, The Haunting of Wells House

Hazel: I wish we were on our own paranormal investigation show

Hazel: I wish there was no fairy evidence on the video

Episode 15a, Lost in Fairy World

(Hazel still has a talking gut)

Dev: I want to go to Fairy World! At all costs! (Cosmo: sorry, Dev, Fairy World is reserved for special occasions. Like being tested by Jorgen in the Wish Trials, being tested by Jorgen in a giant cage match, or being tested by Jorgen in a- well, you get it… Peri: You’re not his Fairy Godparents! I am! I’ll handle this. Ahem. Dev, Fairy World is reserved for special occasions, like being tested by Jorgen, and as your Fairy Godparent I cannot let you go.)

Dev: Fine. I wish to go to Fairy World and not be tested by Jorgen (Peri: You can’t do that! Cosmo and Wanda: Aw, our son’s first wish loophole!)

Hazel: My gut is telling me I wish to go, too!

Dev: That’s where I want to go! The one place I can’t! The Hocus-Pogo-Stick or whatever! (Peri: Don’t worry, Hazel, it’s off limits t- Cosmo: IT’S OFF LIMITS TO HUMANS! <3 Peri: Yes. Thanks dad. And y- Wanda: You need a magic wand to travel Fairy World and only fairies have those.)

Dev: Well, I WISH I had a wand! (Peri: Uhm. I can’t do that. Can I do that? I’m not gonna do that.)

Dev: To the Hiccus-Pickle-Star or whatever. (Dev uses Peri’s wand, it transports them to StarDome)

Hazel makes a wand and casts rainbows. Dev makes a ladybug car. Dev poofs Hazel into a toaster, I think. Hazel poofs Dev into (or Dev poofs himself into) an Obtuse Rubber Goose on a skateboard. Hazel (or a rogue wish) freezes dev. A rogue star unfreezes him.

Dev accidentally unwishes him and Hazel into the Hocus Poconos. (Though they weren’t wishes in the first place. But I’m just writing this.)

There’s an unwish dragon that eats unwishes

Peri poofs him, Cosmo, Wanda, Dev, and Hazel out of Jorgen’s office and back to his parent’s house. (Still in Fairy World)

Episode 15b, The Treble with Rivals

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I could play all instruments. (This summons the nMusic Fairy)

Hazel: I wish for a trumpet and a violin

Hazel makes a miscellaneous wish to be in two places at once. This doesn’t clone her, it looks like it just poofs her between rooms but no one seems to care about her randomly appearing and disappearing.

Hazel: I wish that the band and orchestra kids had nothing to be rivals about (This gets rid of music)

Hazel: Just take me to the nMusic Fairy, please

The nMusic Fairy gives Hazel a note to temporarily restore music

Hazel is put in the nMusical Hall of Fame

Episode 16a, Rattleconda Racers

Hazel: I wish he was into (Rattleconda Racers) now.

Hazel: I wish we were out of the game! (They can't, that would be cheating)

Episode 16b, Dig a Little Deeper

Hazel: I wish we were in a cave

Hazel: I wish I could find the coolest, shiniest, most out of this world rock! (They poof it from the “opposite end of the universe”)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish we were safely back at home (they don’t have their wands)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish we were back at home

Episode 17a, Best of Luck

Cosmo and Wanda have their home in Hazel’s school desk

Dev: Get me that free T-shirt, I wish for that free t-shirt. (Peri: I can get you a T-shirt, but I can’t get you that T-shirt because it’s a prize. Da Rules state that-)

Dev: Of course Hazel won, she probably wished for it (Peri: Doubtful, Da Rules state that-)

Peri: Hazel having two fairies has nothing to do with the luck of-

Dev: I wish to be in tomorrow’s school-wide tournament (Peri: Dev, that’s cheating! I can’t-)

Dev: I wish for straight A’s (Peri: Da Rules-)

Dev: I wish for Hazel to have all F’s (Peri: I can’t-)

Peri: You know what, Dev, I’m done! (This counts as a resignation)

Dev: I wish it was tomorrow! (Irep grants this)

Dev: I wish to be back in the tournament today

Dev: I wish for Hazel Wells to have bad luck!

Hazel: I wish to have good luck (Wanda: Something is preventing our wands from granting your wish! [Wanda doesn’t think wishing for good luck counts as cheating])

Hazel: I wish for as many good luck charms as possible!

Da Rules: Once a fairy quits, any magical being can take their place

Dev: I wish Bev loved me/ I wish for a ton of money/ I wish to be king of America

Wanda turns some man into a racoon

Irep turns Cosmo into an ostrich

Dev: Irep, I wish Cosmo and Wanda were NOTHING (Jorgen intercepts this wish, nullifying it)

Peri: when I quit, I never gave two-weeks notice so Dev is still my godkid

Jorgen reverses all of the wishes Irep granted… then physically throws Irep back to Anti-Fairy World

Episode 17b, Hazel Wells and the Multiverse of Jenkins

Hazel: I wish I had a do-over (Wanda, technically: If the wish involves time, we’ll have to call- Hazel: Father Time, yeah, sure sure sure, just do it.)

Hazel: Father Time, I need a do-over (time loops cereal- 568+ times; ruptures the space-time continuum)

Episode 18a, Growing Pains

Hazel: I wish I was thirteen so I could see Gregory by myself (they used fairymones to age her up)

Hazel: I wish we were at the theater

Pasta Puberty: When fairies reach a certain age, powerful fairymones cause big emotional and physical changes like pesto-pits, (unintelligible)-acne, and even mozzarella mood swings.

Hazel: I wish you two would just get lost

Hazel: I wish I was ten again!

Episode 18b, Fairy for a Day

Hazel: I wish I could go to Fairycon (Cosmo: sorry, Hazel, but this is a fairies only event)

Hazel signs a fairyfication certificate and becomes a fairy (Hazel: I thought you said godkids couldn't be fairies. Wanda: Godkids cant wish to be fairies)

Becoming an official fairy means you get your own anti-fairy

Lady: This macrochip powers all the wands in Fairy World. If this isn’t plugged in properly, no fairy can use their magic

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I was a kid again (Wanda: according to Da Rules we didn't make you a fairy so we can’t unmake you a fairy)

Hazel makes another of herself. It basically has no soul

Lezah makes two- then more- then gives them all papers- then turns herself into Hazel

Hazel destroys the certificate with magic- this gets rid of Lezah.. Not her shoes, though.

Episode 19a, Stuck in My Head

Hazel: I wish Winn and Jasmine were inside my head, that way they could really get to know me

Hazel: I wish the mind worm was gone (Wanda: We can’t do that. The mind worm is a part of you)

Hazel: I wish we were back at home

Episode 19b, Mind the Gap

Hazel: I wish my gap was gone (Tooth Fairy)

Hazel: I wish I had floss

Hazel: I wish for cinnamon toothpaste

Hazel: I wish the Tooth Fairy were here

Episode 20, The Battle of Big Wand

Cosmo: Don’t you wish to land safely? (Hazel: of course I do)

Wanda: Don’t you wish you were already dressed for school? (Hazel: Sure, why not)

Hazel: Did you magically brush my teeth? (Cosmo: Only because you wished for it! You did wish for it, right?)

Hazel has made 999,999 wishes. 1,000,000 wishes means you get a rule free wish

Hazel: I wish that drool was dried! (1,000,000)

Fairies have an Information Technology department

Dev: That Fairy World sign, fix it (Irep: Done and doner *It says Dev World*/ *Irep poofs sunglasses onto Jorgan’s office, then makes it bigger*)

Irep: (About the DMV) What are we thinking? (Dev: Slap an E on it!)

Dev: Seize them! (Hazel, Cosmo, and Wanda)

Anti Fairies started an Anti-web that humans (or at least Dev) can access

Irep tapes Dale’s mouth shut

Dev: Irep, I wish all godkid were reassigned to anti-fairies. (Hazel doesn’t get a fairy. Irep poofs her back to her home)

Dev: If I’m lactose intolerant then I wont tolerate lactose. Remove it!

Dev: Geography’s too hard, let's make it one place

Dev: The trouble (he might say treble here, in reference to the episode) with music is that there’s too many options. Try a new beat. I’ll call it Dev-step

All competitions have winners/ Couples are breaking up willy nilly/ pets are coming to life from their cemetery

Hazel: For the past year I have had Fairy godparents (just lore/ she has made 1,000,000 wishes in a year.)

Hazel: Wanda I wish you would restore Fairy World back to normal (Despite experiencing magic build up, Wanda can grant this- this also heals Peri and Cosmo [and anyone else])

Jorgen wipes Earth’s memories of fairies

Hazel: Wait I’m still owed one rule-free wish! … I want (Jasmine, Winn, and Antony) to keep their memories and be allowed to know about fairies forever. 

Jorgen poofs all seven of them back to Earth

Seven Penny Farthing-Farting Dirt Bikes (and four helmets)

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

reader pronouns: she/her

“Hey, Daryl,” Aaron greeted him, throwing the door open wide. “What’s up?”

“Well, I was just comin’ by to maybe work on the bike but uhh—” he glanced toward the garage. There was a big truck parked partially inside and the sound of metallic ringing and murmured expletives were drifting out. Most of the driveway was occupied

“Oh! Right...” Aaron murmured. “Uhh—yeah, that should be fine. It’s just Y/N working under that truck there. You probably haven’t met her yet? Umm... lemme introduce you. C’mon.” He tilted his head toward the interior of the house and moved back for Daryl to step inside. Daryl followed him through to the door that accessed the garage and they stepped out. “Hey. Y/N?” Aaron called out. 

“Aaron?” your voice drifted out from underneath the truck.

“Yeah. Can you just come out here for a sec?” 

The only parts of you visible were the bottoms of your boots. “Now??”

Daryl gave Aaron a sideways glance and was about to tell him to call the whole thing off. Your tone was not happy.

“It’ll only take a second,” Aaron said again. 

A long string of expletives poured out, accompanied by the sound of tools dropped to the cement and the shuffling of fabric against grit on the floor. You emerged a second later, sweaty and dirty. Your hands were gray with oil and dirt and there was a smear on your neck. You looked him up and down and then turned your attention to Aaron. “What?” you snapped, a little abruptly. 

He let out a dry laugh. “How’s it going?”

Your eyebrows lifted. “How’s it going? How’s it going? Who the fuck changed the oil in this rig last time?”

“Uhh—” Before Aaron could even answer you were continuing your tirade.

“Because I’m gonna find whoever did it and beat them over the head with the socket wrench. They stripped the shit out of the drain plug, and I can’t get the fucking thing off and it’s leaking fucking oil! This shoulda taken me twenty minutes and instead I’m gonna be fucking around under the goddamn truck for the entire afternoon and it’s hot and I’m pissed!”

“Ain’t got a stud extractor?” Daryl drawled.

Your eyes narrowed at him. “Who the hell are you?”

Aaron jumped in. “This is Daryl. He’s with the new group I brought in. He’s rebuilding the motorcycle in here. He came by to do some work on it, if that’s alright.”

You fixed a stare on him again. “I don’t give a shit what you do. Just don’t use the tools I’m using and stay out of my way.” You eyed him one more time before wiping the beads of sweat off your forehead with your forearm and returning to the truck.

“She’s.... not normally like this,” Aaron laughed nervously.

“S’alrigh’. I get it. If somebody did that shit to my vehicle I’d beat ‘em with a breaker bar too,” he said, an amused smile on his face as he watched you slip underneath the truck again.  “Well, you two will probably get along then,” Aaron laughed. 

Daryl rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “I like her already...”

A/N: Yes, this drabble inspired by my real life yesterday hahaha

[gentlyorbiting]

another day of waking up in the epilogue! starting my day right by walking through my farmfields, maybe ineffectually running my hand through some wheat or picking a single carrot. look, it's the neighbor's kid biking by! we wave. she's going into town, and i follow the dirt road there too. we're rebuilding. together. brick by brick. all of us. as a community.

in town, things are looking up. old people are helping young people. young people (you aren't gonna believe this) are helping old people. they wave. there's tents, and, if world-appropriate, solar panels. i'm at the market. i pick up an individual tomato and put it in my basket. i help an old woman who's stumbled and we laugh together. the once surly member of my community is now smiling and playing music for children. we wave. i dance through the town square and laugh gaily.

on the road home, i catch the eye of the reformed secondary antagonist, now working in the field, alone. can they really be trusted?? but then i see that they're cradling a small animal, maybe a deer or aardvark. wow, they really did changed. another laborer comes along and slaps them on the back goodheartedly. all is right. we wave.

at home, it is sunset. i was away for 35 minutes. the world really is better now that the thing or person that was bad is gone. i stand on the porch with my lover and gaze at the fields (and at my child[ren], if having kids is appropriate for my age). we wave; we're all always waving now!

[all-0f-the-above]

my mother was an English teacher who'd been working in Beijing for about 8-9 months when Tiananmen Square happened

some background: my mother was 25- almost straight out of college she left the Virginia US suburbs and went to China. and not the city we know now- it was populous, sure, but there was next to no technology, everyone was still travelling on bikes, and everything was still under heavy government control. it was mostly concrete, gravel, and dirt.

and the country was so cut off then that people hadn't seen foreigners before. my mother (just a European American white lady) was stared at in the streets because there was no travel in and out of China. why? because the government wanted the people under its control. they refused to allow them to travel and see even Hong Kong, with its high buildings and greater development.

whenever she talks about it, my mother always reminds me that the protests weren't from nowhere- for weeks before 6/4 everyone knew something major was going to go down. the city was basically under martial law.

and still those students chose to protest for the country they believed China could be. because they were BRAVE. because they loved the country that did not love them back.

my mother taught kids who were killed. some of them were her age, others years younger. one of them (who'd managed to escape the slaughter) she gave her bike and said "Get out of the city. Ditch the bike at the train station."

she hadn't been in the country long, but she'd travelled all over it: to Harbing up North with its city made of ice, to Hainan island's sandy beaches, and everywhere in-between that the train took her. my mother loved China. and still loves the Chinese people (she ended up marrying one, after all)

and she was in Beijing then- when she and another American coworker leaned their heads out their windows to see a young man running away from an armed soldier in an alley- the soldier shot at them, too. she says she understand why people say bullets sing when they go by your ear. after she was evacuated by the American embassy (she wants to emphasize how lucky she was to be evacuated), she cried herself to sleep every night for the next year.

my father was very lucky a student at the time, was in my mother's class (they're the same age! she taught English to adults at university) and had just finished his English program the previous semester.

however, unlike the other students in his class, he didn't trust the government AT ALL. because he wasn't just any student in Beijing. he was born there, sure. he biked into class and he spoke flawless Beijing Mandarin. but he'd left the city at age 8 to go to Hong Kong with his parents and little brother. because my grandparents were treated terribly by the Chinese government.

you see, back during the Cultural Revolution, there was a call sent out to all Overseas Chinese (ethnic Chinese who lived in other countries) to "Come back and rebuild the motherland!" and so they left their lives in Indonesia and went back. but they were treated like spies. never given a citizenship in China. their Indonesian passports confiscated. not even my father or my uncle were given Chinese citizenship DESPITE being born in Beijing.

so the government wanted them out. they gave them one-way tickets out of the country and sent them on a train to Hong Kong. still didn't give back their Indonesian passports.

what I mean by all this is: the students who protested did so because they trusted the CCP. because they grew up in an environment where they believed it was their friend- it looked after them. except it turned out the government was not a caring older sibling, but the big brother of nightmares.

no one in my family trusts the CCP. we worry about the Chinese people- our family- our countrymen. we lose sleep over Hong Kong.

when people in the news complain about China- you need to remember THE GOVERNMENT is at fault. they control EVERYTHING. and they haven't had a legitimate election.

the people of China are just people trying to survive. to not get disappeared. to LIVE, to LOVE, to EXIST. many young people don't realize the extent to which they're being lied to. many adults can't believe it. all the elders know if they say anything they're done for.

with love, a member of the Chinese diaspora is hoping for your safety <3

25 years ago an unknown Chinese protester stood in front of a tank in defiance of the government. No one knows the identity of the man but he was given the nick name “Tank Man”. This is one of the most iconic photographs of the century.

[swldx]

RNZ Pacific 1309 6 Oct 2024

7440Khz 1259 6 OCT 2024 - RNZ PACIFIC (NEW ZEALAND) in ENGLISH from RANGITAIKI. SINPO = 55445. English, s/on w/bellbird int. until pips and news @1300z anchored by Peter McIlwaine. § Government and environmental agencies in Samoa are on alert after a New Zealand Navy ship caught fire and sank off the south coast of Upolu. The HMNZS Manawanui - a specialist dive and hydrographic vessel - was conducting a reef survey when it hit the reef on Saturday night. Seventy-five crew and passengers were taken off the vessel by liferafts and other boats which came to the rescue. The Defence Force was now working to prevent any environmental damage from the navy ship. § A large Wellington apartment building was evacuated on Sunday and the area cordoned off due to concerns about structural damage following an earthquake. The magnitude 5.7 earthquake struck Wellington in the early hours of Sunday morning. § French President Emmanuel Macron called for a halt on arms deliveries to Israel for use in Gaza on Saturday, prompting swift criticism from Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. At a summit in Paris, the French president reiterated his concern over the conflict in Gaza continuing despite ceasefire calls, and he also criticised Israel's decision to send ground troops into Lebanon. Netanyahu quickly pushed back but during a telephone call between the two leaders on Sunday, Macron reiterated France's "unwavering commitment" to Israel. § A total of 149 projects have been selected for fast tracking through the government's new Fast-track Approvals Bill. According to Minister for Infrastructure Chris Bishop, they will help rebuild the economy, fix the housing crisis, improve energy security and address the country's infrastructure deficit. "It's about getting NZ moving and cutting through the red tape", he said in a press conference. The final list has quickly drawn criticism; with most opponents voicing concerns about a lack of environmental protections in the fast-tracking process. § Police are searching for a dirt biker who was seen holding a "lit incendiary device" outside the Gisborne police station early on Sunday morning. The person was seen at 4.50am as a police unit was leaving the station, on Gladstone Road. "Upon seeing the police unit, the rider dropped the device and fled on the dirt bike," police said. "Efforts to locate the bike and its rider have so far not been successful." § Sports. @1303z trailer for RNZ "Our Changing World". @1304z Weather Forecast: Periods of rain, possible thunderstorms. @1305z "All Night Programme" anchored by Peter McIlwaine. Backyard gutter antenna, JRC NRD-535D. 100kW, beamAz 35°, bearing 240°. Received at Plymouth, MN, United States, 12912KM from transmitter at Rangitaiki. Local time: 0759.

[vacant-pvrk]

This still feels so unreal. I keep waiting for you to come home, to hear you call me from the garage, to see you in bed on your phone in the morning when I come up to shower, to hear you blasting God Smack in your truck as you come up the road, to hear you laugh or clear your throat. I’m waiting for my phone to go off with a text from you telling me to have a good day and you love me, or a messenger notification with a link to your latest conspiracy find.

There was never enough time. We were supposed to go to dinner, go fishing, go camping. We were going to finish the upstairs together and rebuild the deck. I was going to change your oil and buy you more tshirts. I pulled out my blood pressure cuff and stethoscope to check in on you, but I never got to use them. My heart fucking breaks every moment that passes.

I miss your sweaty summer hugs, I miss your “get it done” texts, I miss you showing me how to do things or explaining how something works.

I am lost without you. You were my protector, my familiar face that understood without me having to say a damn word. You always checked in on me and made sure I was doing okay, that life wasn’t fucking me too hard and if there was anything I needed that I could come to you. You always did what you could. You always wanted to help. You wished you could do more but my fucking god you did it all and then some.

I hate that I can’t text you to ask you for a tool, call you for help when I get a flat tire, ask you questions about cars and dirt bikes and building things. I hate so fucking much that you are not here.

No matter how poorly I was doing, you always made sure I knew you were proud of me. You never judged my poor choices, and always supported me getting back on the right path. You let me make mistakes, and you were there when I was learning from them.

God this fucking aching in my chest just might not ever leave. You were everything. You are everything. I will love you forever, Pops. Until we meet again, I will think of you every day.

- Sonny Boy

[speedwaygp]

HOW OFTEN SHOULD YOU REBUILD A 2 STROKE DIRT BIKE?

In this guide, we will explore the indicators that suggest your 2-stroke dirt bike is in need of a rebuild. Let's begin our journey.

Read more: https://speedwaygp.com/how-often-should-you-rebuild-a-2-stroke-dirt-bike/

[progressivemother]

Relationship Tip: Maintaining Individuality

Maintaining your individuality while in intimate romantic relationships is an important aspect of developing a healthy and sustainable relational dynamic. Most people want to be in a relationship where they feel a deep sense of love, comfort, and security but may not know how to create that without feeling tension in the relationship. Many of us learn that to be in relationship with a romantic partner we need to make certain sacrifices and compromises. But how can we do that and still be who we are.

There are compromises that can make keepong your identity hard. Some are as subtle as asking your partner what they want for dinner even though you know you really want your favorite food that evening. Others are more significant, such as abandoning or neglecting relationships with friends or family in order to keep your partner interested in being in relationship with you. Over time, these situations begin to weigh on you and can lead to resentment or anger. Always ask yourself: do you feel you can express yourself and want you want? Are you able to maintain your interests and hobbies?

In relationships, two halves don’t make a whole; two ‘whole’ people come together to create a relationship.

My husband is a car guy and a welder. Those are his hobbies and what he loves. He plans on creating a YouTube channel soon to help people with welding and rebuilding cars. He is into autocross and dirt bikes and still gets to ride those and spend money on them. He also gets to do TiaKwonDo and he does it with the kids. He has so much fun sharing that with them. He still his individual things he loves. Those are his. He likes sharing them and talking about them. He has his friends. They all work so finding time can be difficult but it can be done.

I am a dancer and a hippie, more or less. I've been called a gypsy as well. I have my blogs and TikTok. I like playing the piano, singing, dancing, and I will soon have archery. He wants me to do more. He thinks it will be fun. I share piano with the kids. I am teaching them piano with the help of an app called Simply Piano. It costs me $75 every three months. These are my things. He likes to hear me sing and he is happy that I have piano. I have my friends that I like to hang around too. We all work so finding time can be difficult but we do work it out.

There will of course always be compromises if we don't have money for something for some reason or we want to do something together. We don't like the same things so that is something we have to compromise on. We kept who we are as individuals even after we had children and bought a home. We have to compromise on the home and how we raise kids but we still remain who we are.

Being in a relationship can be incredibly rewarding. It can be easy to lose parts of your individuality amid those good feelings. To some degree, this can be an expected part of falling in love. But sometimes, sacrificing too much of yourself can lead to imbalances in your relationship or codependency. The ability to grow together as a couple while also growing independently as an individual is part of a healthy relationship.

Make sure you identify and communicate your needs honestly. Make time for healthy habits, hobbies, and friends. Being true to your authentic self. Working with a therapist can be helpful in changing behaviors and patterns that may lead to a loss of identity in relationships.

[assiraphales]

I think it’s also important to note that this is TWENTY years later!! the novelty of the situation is gone. they should have plans in place to not only decrease the population of infected, but also rebuild. the only ones doing it right (that we saw) was tommy’s communist town

-abandon the cities or actively maintain buildings instead of letting them fall into disrepair

-create settlements in the wilderness (where infected are unlikely to go) in easily defendable locations that raiders wouldn’t easily attack like islands, hills, mountains. by water sources

-large gardens & greenhouses & storehouses. (meat should not be hard to come by as wildlife flourished post apocalypse)

-rebuild a road system of sorts, even if it’s just a footpath. arguably railways / coal powered locomotives could be a viable option. also why didn’t more people ride all terrain dirt bikes?

-assign teams to everyday necessities like farming, blacksmiths, scavengers, construction, logging & a team to guard them

-send out task forces to eliminate the infected. of course as they evolve, they get more dangerous but again they have weakness / can be tricked and trapped. the large groups work in a pack mentality, and could be herded

obviously the message of the show is the humans are more dangerous than the infected, and for me it’s yet another reason why I think sacrificing ellie and this hypothetical cure would not work

i just finished tlou and i just. cannot turn my brain out thruout. im in medicine and the medical stuff keeps killing my immersion bc like there ARE cleaning agents that can kill fungi and spores. they can come in aerosol canisters that u can just set off in a room. like throw a couple of those in the kc sewers and ur good. antifungals would stop the fungus cell walls growing. like i’m not saying it wouldn’t have been ugly but if someone stopped and rubbed 2 braincells together it couldve been fine also there is no way in hell that the cure would have worked IF they were even right about the mechanism of action because it was entirely conjecture its not like anyone bothered to check!!!!!! i know its scifi ish but oh my god

everyone was so busy with in fighting / rebellions / power / controlling the masses that no one spent any time dealing with what should have been the biggest issue — the infected. because they were manageable! they had a ton of weakness from fire to head wounds to like you said. cleaning agents that work against fungus. there should have been task forces whose job was hunting down and taking care of infected, or scouting out their locations, or trapping large herds of them in buildings and then bombing the buildings. creating defendable towns outside of cities bc it’s so much easier for infected to hide there, and the infrastructure was crumbling. it’s like besties pls sit down for a second and think about this

[the-firebird69]

We're experiencing a high volume of sales already at the American eagle motorcycle company and it is huge I mean we've got a lot 300 octillion so far today in the United States in about 800 I'll tell you in total outside the United States and it's increasing rapidly we're shipping them out now and they should have some of them should have it today and we're going to bring big trucks and bring them out and nice long caravans and that way they should have them pretty quickly and it is going to be a huge huge day these bikes are going to sell like madness it's got eagles on them and there's a double eagle on the trike and it's big on the back and there's a big eagle on the front of the cruiser and it's really an old thing that you guys did and you stop doing the ages ago even with the hollies you had one on there and on the other bikes we might have eagles on the fender and you said to do that like two eagles on the fender or even one on the front and one of the light and we we like that kind of stuff cuz it really is making it our own and boy other people have ideas cuz his ideas are his own you know and he likes all sorts of memorabilia so he's making tons of memorabilia and it's going pretty good there's a huge number of stuff that she guns down and says no so that's going on it's a lot of work when it's worth it he wants to come up with an American eagle knife for some reason so you might do that and pocket knife and a multi knife for those leathermans. And a lot of people like that and there's really a basic tool kit that you need it does practically everything on the bike except the engine rebuild so it's selling the toolkit with it and it's a small one it's not really huge and one with the engine rebuild was selling and it's in the configuration that our son has and people will be reminded of it and he wants to know what the effect is it probably will stifle him

Thor Freya

Haha lol probably and I helped with the idea it's an awesome idea and it comes with a stand for the motorcycle and you can also put something to the ceiling to keep it from falling over and it is how people do it and there are a bunch of tools in the full-blown kit and it's for an engine rebuild the smaller one a toolkit is about the size of a small toolbox a little smaller it's got one drawer that does everything okay oil changes all the nuts and bolts all the electrical stuff everything can be done using that small kit and people are amazed they can't believe it change your tires change the wheels change out your spokes it it's got a tool for everything on the bike and Harley-Davidson never did that and the service was real slow and the big kit is for everything soup to nuts rebuilding everything and has all sorts of weird tools in it it's not cheap but it comes to the top and the bottom just like his it looks the same but it's really by Craftsman and it's a better quality toolbox. Wheels around and it comes in a couple colors and it looks nice and it works very well and it's professional grade all together the tools are almost as expensive as the cruiser they're like for the small one it's only like $200 and a large one is like 800 but you'll like it it works real well and a lot of people can assemble the bikes with the kids with the big tool kit you can assemble the bikes as a professional shop you only need the small one no you need the big one for holding the bike in place and certain things that clamp things and make it a lot easier to put together so a lot of people might buy the kit just to put together the small one is going to sell like hotcakes

It's useful for a lot of other things because it's the American system it's not metric and that's what hard not kick her if 5150 started out to be two.

We're using a lot of save nuts and bolts in other we are changing the frames to be stronger and motors to be a little bit more powerful and liquid cooled for all the street versions and dirt bikes and you don't have to cool the transmission if you cool the engine

Hera yes he had some input Zues

You're watching them get along and they have a thing together it works

But this motorcycle idea is terrific and he thinks that she worked on it and didn't necessarily tell him and she's thinking about it and she says how would you know so I don't know what the status is of this company but it was crashing and you would feel bad and usually you start working on things like that and that might be it and we did see her working on it he said for her to do something too

Olympus

[ride365]

This bike is customized for Earp. Mostly dirt but street legal for that 2 blocks of asphalt you may encounter. Everything but the frame is new or aftermarket, and the frame was stripped and powder coated.

Runs like a dream but as the head, cylinder, power valve, piston, reeds, carb, filter, plug, stator, computer, coil, water pump and cables are all new, that is no surprise.

New tank, plastics, grips and even tires, although they never saw use have sat in the garage for ages and are rock hard.

Even the front forks got a rebuild. But the lit tail whip is my favorite upgrade.

Next year when I put a wide ratio transmission in this unicorn it will be my dream bike. It already is, but that will be the final cherry on top.

[69shrimp]

i was definitely made to be looked at in low light only ugh i look so good when 90% of my features are obscuredd by shadows

[jbjonesxdomme]

It's not bias if it's true. Everyone here loves Sky; looks out for him. Oh I know right, he just beams when he's happy. He told me he slid down his new hallway on his socks 12 times, which I find impressive. The chosen family seems to be stronger, at least in my experience, and in some cases. Oh, i've been playing metal and grease and dirt for as long as I can remember. Never been something that scared me off, as it were. You make an excellent point and I agree. Yeah, I got my bike when I was really young so I could learn how to fix it and rebuild it by the time I was able to ride it. I appreciate that and give you the same offer. Sometimes it takes two brains for the really difficult ones. Only thing a person can really ask, isn't it?

I'm going to sound biased here but I feel it's hard not to adore Sky. I'm nothing short of thrilled for his recent claim. I reached out to Sky after Sam told me it had been approved and I could tell how happy Sky was. My mistake, Miss, but I stand by my comment that family is important, even if sometimes one has to choose their family or those they want to be part of it. I did say. I've always liked working with my hands and it led me to realizing I enjoyed it. I applaud the fact you're a women that isn't afraid to get her hands a dirty. I feel like as long as neither of us purposely try to steal the other's business, there's no reason we can't continue to get along. Since you were 12? That's truly impressive, and my offer doesn't have an expiration date, Miss. You're welcome to ask for help if you ever need it. I never make the promise I'll be able to fix something, but I can promise to do my best.