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THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - r.c (+18) - two

pairing: maybank!reader x rafe WARNINGS: violence word count: 6k...

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Neither of you ever mentioned that night again, as if it had never happened. It couldn't have happened; it must have been a figment of your overactive imagination and lack of human touch.

There was no way in hell you would have let Rafe Cameron have you on top of a dining table, living up to the derogatory "dirty pogue" nickname. You were better than that.

Despite that...you found it impossible to look at him after that, in fact, facing yourself in the mirror became a challenge, so much so that you refused his help in tending to your wound.

Self-sufficiency had long been your norm.

Growing up with Luke meant mastering the art of tending to your bruises from a young age. 

Initially, there was clearly tension between you and Rafe.

Every time your paths crossed, it dragged you back to that regretful moment—the feeling of his hands, the memory of him inside you—but there were bigger things at stake, and so, you pushed the nagging feelings aside, focusing on one thing only: getting out.

You and Rafe didn’t mix, oil and water, two stubborn bastards with heavy emotional baggage. Sometimes it was tricky to work together, but other days, it flowed so easily it confused you.

In the time that followed, you both worked tirelessly to plan your getaway, meticulously plotting every detail to ensure success and not another round of bullets.

Your job was to sit around and act innocent, while Rafe had to ensure you had a way out and enough money to pay someone off. Avoiding Ward was easy enough since he spent most of his time in Guadalupe.

Rafe scoffed; his arms crossed over his chest as he eyed the small, weather-beaten boat skeptically. "I'm not getting into that piece of shit. No fucking way," he declared, voice dripping with disdain.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the frustration in your chest.

He was so fucking insufferable. 

"You've got a better suggestion?"

He shot you a glare, but you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes caught the shimmer of the clear night sky.

"I do," he retorted, gesturing towards a sleek motorboat moored nearby. "That one looks like it might get us somewhere without sinking halfway."

You followed his gaze, your entire face scrunching up as you took in the sight of the motorboat. It was certainly more modern and well-maintained than the rusty old dinghy you had been eyeing, but something about it made you uneasy.

"That's a bad idea," you hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. "It seems a bit...too much. We don't want to draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves."

Rafe rolled his eyes, "C'mon,” he scoffed, "This isn't the time to be playing it safe. We need to get out of here, and that boat is our best chance."

You bit your lip, torn between your instincts and Rafe's seemingly reckless impulsiveness. On one hand, you didn't want to take any unnecessary risks, but on the other hand, you knew that time was running out and you needed to act fast. Ward was coming back to the island soon enough and if he dragged Rafe away with him…you were a lost cause.

There was no third chance. 

“What about the guards?” your voice dropped to a whisper as you glanced around nervously. The last thing you needed was someone overhearing your plans.

“I’ve got it covered,” Your skepticism must have shown on your face because he stepped closer, lowering his voice, “Look, I know you don’t trust me, but I'm not letting us get caught. I’ve been dealing with Ward’s security my whole life. I know how to slip past them.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Fine. But if this goes south, it’s on you.”

“Yeah, yeah, isn’t it always?” he replied, dismissively waving a hand, “Just try not to get shot this time.”

"You think you're so fucking funny, don't you?"

"Keep your voice down."

The sleek motorboat gleamed in the fading light, its potential for escape glinting like a promise of freedom. As night fell, you both finally moved with practiced stealth and with a reluctant nod, you followed him towards the sleek motorboat.

The docks were eerily quiet, save for the gentle lapping of the waves against the hulls of the boats. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kept a lookout for any sign of the guards.

Rafe moved with the confidence that you envied, quickly untying the boat and preparing it for departure. You glanced around nervously, half-expecting to hear the shout of a guard at any moment. Every shadow seemed like a threat, every noise a potential alarm.

“Hurry up,” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder.

“Calm the fuck down,” Rafe muttered, though he did quicken his pace. “We’re almost ready.”

Your anxiety spiked. This was it. No turning back.

Rafe started the engine, the low rumble sounding like a roar in the silent night. You winced, half-expecting the noise to draw attention since it was louder than you expected. 

But luck seemed to be on your side.

“C’mon,” He whispered, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of trouble, “Get in.”

You climbed aboard, your hands shaking as you settled into the seat. 

“Go!” you urged, glancing back at the docks nervously.

Rafe didn’t need to be told twice.

The boat lurched forward, cutting through the water with surprising speed. As the island receded into the distance, you felt a little hope.

For the first time in months, freedom was within your reach. He guided the boat out of the harbor and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

“See? Told you it’d be fine,” Rafe said, a hint of smugness in his voice.

“Just keep your eyes on the water,” you retorted, refusing to give him the satisfaction of being right.

He adjusted the throttle, the boat picking up speed.

"Relax, Maybank. Enjoy the ride."

You shot him a withering look, gripping the edge of your seat. "Just focus on getting us out of here in one piece.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a muscle in his jaw ticking. "You think I don't know what I'm doing?"

"Frankly, I don’t care what you think you know. Just keep us moving.”

Rafe's hands tightened on the wheel, but he said nothing.

The silence between you was a common thing. The coastline was a distant memory now, the open water vast and foreboding as uou kept scanning the horizon.

"You're acting like we're about to get ambushed by pirates," Rafe finally said, his tone lighter but still edged with that typical irritation.

"Better safe than sorry," you muttered, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Always so paranoid. That's what gets you in trouble."

You whipped your head around to glare at him.

“No, your family got me in trouble. In case you’ve forgotten.”

His face hardened, “Huh, right. ‘Cause your friends are such fucking saints.”

“At least they’re not murder—”You cut yourself off before you said it, but the damage was done anyways. Rafe's jaw tightened, the muscle there twitching again as he grounded his teeth, lips pressed into a thin line. He didn't respond verbally, but the anger you could feel radiating from him was answer enough to you.

He turned his attention back to the horizon, his grip on the wheel tightening until his knuckles were white. The boat's engine roared louder as he increased the speed, the vessel slicing through the water.

The waves splashed higher, and the night air became colder, but Rafe didn't seem to notice. His focus was absolute. Yeah, he was pissed. What could you possibly say? Apologize?

There was no way in hell you were apologizing to him.

Not after everything his father had put you through. If anyone owed an apology, it was him. But you knew you'd see the world end before Rafe Cameron ever uttered those words.

It was infuriating. There he was taking a step forward, leaving his loyalty to Ward behind yet refusing to show remorse if not between four walls with you.

Never out in the open, never too loud.

You sat in silence, each lost in your thoughts, the past not letting you calm down the way you really wanted to. It was done.

And although you wished things had been differently, they weren’t. 

Despite the chill in the air, sweat prickled at the back of your neck, tension coiling in your muscles. The night stretched on, it was never ending, you hated every minute of it. After what felt like an eternity, light appeared on the horizon, signaling the approach of dawn.

You breathed a sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly.

The worst was over, for now at least.

Rafe glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, “We’re almost there. Keep an eye out for any patrol boats,."

He was all focus still, that calculating side that had always unnerved you. 

You nodded, scanning the waters diligently.

The further you went, the more the reality of your situation sank in. You were out there, in the middle of nowhere, relying on a Cameron to get you to safety. The irony was almost laughable.

“Where are we heading?" you asked, voice softer, dulled by the exhaustion.

"We'll head south, find somewhere to lay low for a while. I've got contacts who owe me favors."

“Uh? We’re not going back to The Outer Banks?”

He shook his head, attention fixed on the horizon. “No. Not unless you wanna get killed.”

The Outer Banks, once your home, now felt like a trap waiting to snap shut. You should’ve figured Ward would send someone after you the minute he figured you were gone. A loose end.

Shills ran down your body as you remembered your close encounter with death. 

"Your contacts won’t sell us out?"

He smirked, though there was no humor in it. "They know better than to cross me. Criminal, remember?”

You sighed, ready to jump into the water if it meant a little space from the unbearable atmosphere. Despite everything, you couldn't ignore the nagging guilt from what you’d almost said before.

“You know what I meant.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Listen,” you began, your voice faltering as you struggled to find the right words. He glanced at you, his expression guarded, but you continued, “I don’t care, okay? Not right now. What matters is that you’re here, not with him.”

Rafe's face softened slightly as he looked away, jaw working as if he were chewing over something in his mind. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more subdued than before. “If you say so.”

As you drew nearer to the shore, details of the island began to come into focus. Lush greenery blanketed the landscape, punctuated by towering palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. It was oddly like the place you’d been stuck in for months, but this time, there was no sense of dread in you.

The boat slowed as Rafe expertly maneuvered it into a small cove, sheltered from prying threats by rocky outcrops and overhanging foliage.

With a soft thud, the vessel came to a stop, the engine sputtering into silence. Once he was done, he stepped onto the water, knees deep as the sandy shore still lay a little ahead.  

You blinked in confusion as he turned to you, his arms open wide in a gesture that left you momentarily perplexed. The water lapped gently against the sides of the boat, its surface reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun.

"What are you doing?" your brow furrowed in bemusement as you eyed his outstretched arms.

“Helping you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his simple gesture of assistance. It took a moment for you to understand he was indeed trying to help, a faint blush tinged your cheeks at your slowness.

In all fairness, you weren’t used to this side of Rafe. You’d only seen it a few times and it was…something else entirely.

“Right.”

As Rafe's hand brushed against your waist while helping you out of the boat, your skin prickled in goosebumps. Traitor.

You quickly brushed off the sensation, chalking it up to nerves from the situation. With a grateful nod, you stepped onto the sandy shore, feeling the warm grains shift beneath your feet.

The island stretched out before you, its landscape dotted with lush vegetation and towering trees, it was larger than you had expected, much bigger than Ward’s private hell.

"We should find a place to sleep,” you said, turning to Rafe as you scanned the horizon for any signs of civilization.

He nodded in agreement, his gaze following yours as he surveyed the landscape. "Let's head towards the center of the island. There should be some motels.”

With a shared nod, you set off along the sandy shore, the waves crashing against the beach providing a rhythmic backdrop to your footsteps.

As you walked, the hairs on the back of your neck prickled, you blamed it on the paranoia that had become like second nature to you over the past year. After a while, you noticed a winding path leading into the dense foliage of the island's interior. Without a word, you and Rafe followed it, venturing deeper into the heart of the island.

The sounds of civilization faded, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of walking, you emerged into a clearing. Before you stood a beat up motel, its faded paint and weather-beaten facade blending seamlessly into the surrounding landscape.

"This should do," you nodded towards the building, "I guess."

“Yeah. Good for a night or two, my contact won’t be here till then.”

As you entered the motel lobby, the air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener, things you were more than used to.

Rafe followed closely behind you as he glanced around the room. You approached the front desk, where a bored-looking clerk sat slouched behind the counter, flipping through a magazine with half-hearted interest.

"Hi there," Rafe said, flashing a charming smile as he leaned casually against the counter. "My wife and I are looking for a room for the night."

His what?

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly hid your reaction, playing along with his impromptu act. It was obvious it wasn't the first time Rafe had pulled a stunt like this, and you had to admit, he had a talent for getting what he wanted.

To pretend and lie his way out.

The clerk glanced up from his magazine, peeking over the two of you with mild curiosity. "Sure thing," His tone was disinterested. "How many nights?"

"One for now," Rafe replied smoothly, reaching into his pocket to produce a wad of cash that you hadn't even realized he had. It was a substantial amount, more than enough to cover the cost of survival for at least two weeks. 

The clerk took the cash without comment, handing Rafe a key with a grunt of acknowledgment.

"Room 203," he said, gesturing towards a staircase in the corner of the lobby. "Upstairs, second door on the left."

"Thanks," Rafe said, pocketing the key with a nod of gratitude. He turned to you. "Let’s go, baby.”

Baby?

He must've been out of his goddamn mind. 

His hand found yours, rough fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture that felt oddly intimate. You glanced at him, confused, but he simply squeezed your hand reassuringly, focused on the hallway.

When you reached the door to room, he released your hand with a reluctant sigh. That always happened with him, there was always something new you couldn’t pinpoint, but eventually got used to. The charming, panty-dropping posture was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual demeanor as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a modest but comfortable-looking room.

“After you.”

You swallowed your surprise at his manners and stepped into the room, grateful for the relative privacy it offered. Rafe followed close behind, closing the door behind him with a soft click. It was sparsely furnished, with a queen-sized bed dominating the space and a small television mounted on the wall opposite. A worn armchair sat in the corner, and a narrow window offered a glimpse of the night sky outside.

"It’s a fucking dump, but it'll do for now."

Speak for yourself. It looked better than your house.

You sank onto the edge of the bed, resting the mattress. “Nicer than my room back home.”

“Really?”

"Don't act so surprised. We're not exactly living in luxury over there."

You could see the realization click on Rafe's face as if he’d forgotten your background, “Didn’t think it was that bad for you.”

"Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving," you replied, "But let's save up the pity for later. I'm more interested in asking you why the fuck you got one room with one bed."

“I can sleep on the floor, relax.”

You shot him a skeptical look, eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"Seriously? You'd actually sleep on the floor?"

He shrugged, "It's not like I haven't slept in worse places."

You didn’t want to delve into that. Instead, you only stared at him for a moment, searching for any hint of insincerity in his expression. To your surprise, you found none.

Moments like these reminded you that he was human, and you hated it.

“Okay.”

With a weary sigh, you rose from the bed and began to remove your shoes, the events of the day finally catching up with you. Exhaustion settled into your bones, dragging you down like an unbearable weight.

Rafe watched you for a moment before turning away to rummage through spare sheets and pillows, preparing a makeshift bed. There was no time to change clothes; you had left the little you had behind.

As you slipped beneath the covers and closed your eyes, you couldn't ignore the possibility that this was only the calm before the storm.

It felt too easy.

You heard the rustle of sheets as he settled onto the floor, making himself as comfortable as possible, “Don’t fucking snore, Cameron.”

He chuckled softly, the rare sound carrying through the darkness of the room. "Wouldn't dream of it, Maybank.”

Hours later, you woke suddenly, your heart pounding in your chest, the remnants of a nightmare still clinging to the edges of your consciousness.

For a moment, you lay there in the darkness, disoriented and trying to make sense of your surroundings. Then, you heard it—a low, murmured voice coming from the other side of the room. Turning towards the source of the sound, you saw Rafe lying on the makeshift bed on the floor, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. 

He was tossing and turning restlessly, his brow furrowed as he muttered incomprehensible words under his breath. The sight of him trapped in a nightmare weirdly stirred something protective within you. Despite everything, you didn’t like to see him in pain.

It felt so familiar, and for a second you were back home, in your room, rocking yourself back and forth after waking up in hysterical screams.

Moving quietly, you slipped out of bed and crossed the room to kneel beside him. Gently, you reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a shake.

"Rafe," you whispered trying to rouse him from his slumber. "Hey, wake up."

In the next second, you were gasping for breath as Rafe's hands closed around your throat in a vice-like grip. Shock and fear nearly knocked you out instantly but your body started to fight against his hold as you struggled to break free.

Muscle memory and all.

"R-Rafe!" you gasped, your voice coming out strangled as you clawed at his hands, desperate for him to let go. He was so lost in the nightmare, his grip unyielding as he continued to squeeze, his eyes wide and unseeing.

Panic took over you as your vision started to blur around the edges, darkness creeping into while your lungs burned for air. Frantically, you tried to call out to him again, to wake him from whatever hellish nightmare held him in its grasp, but your voice was little more than a choked rasp.

“Rafe!"

Then, as suddenly as it began, the pressure around your throat disappeared, leaving you gasping and wheezing for breath as you collapsed against the bed.

Blinking away the tears that pricked at your eyes, you looked up to see him kneeling beside you, his hands shaking as he stared at you with wide, horrified eyes.

"Fuck, fuck," he whispered, his voice trembling, "Shit, shit. I didn't mean to—I didn't know—"

His words were choked off by a strangled sob as he buried his face in his hands, his entire body shaking with the force of it.

It was a startling thing to witness, seeing the usually composed and confident Rafe Cameron reduced to this. But then, instinct kicked in again,and you reached out to him, wrapping your arms around him.

He practically dragged you into his lap, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other tangled in your hair. He only shook his head, his sobs growing louder as he buried his face where your neck and shoulder met, his entire body wracked with tremors. All you could do was hold him close, offering whatever comfort you could.

Eventually, his sobs began to subside, his breathing evening out as he clung to you.

You held him close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, “Better?”

Rafe nodded against your shoulder; his breathing still ragged but gradually steadying.

"Yeah," he murmured, "Yeah, I think so."

You remained silent, holding him close as he slowly calmed down. His body against yours was oddly comforting. He pulled away slightly, his eyes red-rimmed but clear as he looked up at you.

"I didn't mean to hurt—”

You reached out and brushed a stray lock of his dark blonde hair from his sweaty forehead.

“I know," you whispered. “It was just a nightmare. I have them too.”

You didn’t know why you offered him that solace.

"You do?"

You nodded, though you knew he couldn't see it in the dim light. 

"Yeah," you admitted, "They’re pretty bad too.”

There was a brief pause, filled only with the sound of your quiet breathing and the distant hum of the night outside.

Then, Rafe spoke again, "What do you dream about?"

You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something in Rafe's earnest expression told you to be honest, to let down your guard just this once,

“Luke. You?”

Rafe's immediate reaction was defensive, hands pulling away from your body, “Doesn't matter."

You felt stupid for asking him such a personal thing.

He wasn't like you.

“Do you want to sleep in bed with me? It might be better than the floor."

"I'm fine on the floor. Don't worry about me."

With a sigh, you reached out and grasped his arm, turning him to face you again, "Rafe," you said, voice borderline pleading, “Just sleep on the bed. Okay?"

He hesitated, his gaze flickering between you and the bed, but with a reluctant sigh, he nodded. 

"Okay, okay. Fine."

With that, he rose from the floor and cautiously joined you. You shifted slightly to make room for him, and as he settled beside you.

“Don’t snore.”

“Not more than you do.”

The rest of the night passed with fitful sleep and restless dreams and when morning finally came, you awoke to find he was already gone, his side of the bed cold, no traces of his presence, and a messy scribbled note left behind on the bedside table.

"Picking up food and clothes. Don't open the door."

You felt relieved that he hadn't disappeared without a word and was instead putting in the effort to rely on you.

Deep down, you knew he had left as soon as he woke up, sprinting out of the room to avoid waking you and having any awkward confrontations about last night.

It was going to be a long day, especially if he was determined to hide his emotions.

You knew the old, bad Rafe Cameron would make a reappearance.

You got up from the bed and stretched, realizing you needed a shower. You stank. It had been two days since you had washed yourself properly, and the thought of having gone to sleep in such a state made you want to hurl. You’d have to ask for another set of fresh sheets.

As you stepped into the bathroom, the warm water cascading over your skin felt like a dream, washing away the previous night. The steam filled the small space, enveloping you as you took your time, allowing the water to ease the knots of stress from your muscles.

You focused on washing away the dirt and grime, letting the familiar routine ground you. Yet, even as you lathered soap onto your skin, your mind couldn't help but drift back to Rafe, to the way he had clung to you in the darkness.

It had been another reminder that despite his tough exterior, he was just as human as any of you, with fears and insecurities that ran deep.

It terrified you, because up until last month Rafe Cameron was not capable of emotions to you, only violence. 

You stepped out of the shower, the steam still lingering in the air, with a towel wrapped snugly around your body as you stepped back into the main room of the motel, feeling refreshed.

“Huh, good morning to you too.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, “Fuck!”

Rafe stood there, leaning against the doorway, something similar to a playful smirk at the corners of his lips as he watched your startled reaction. His arms were laden with bags of groceries and a few articles of clothing.

"Didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to make sure you were alive in there."

You stared at him incredulously, “Turn around!”

He scoffed, walking into the room as he closed the door with his foot, “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

He said it so casually, it irked you.

As if you two hadn’t been purposely ignoring that night ever happened. You shot him a glare, snatching a towel from the nearby chair and aiming at his face, full force.

"That's not the point, Cameron," you grumbled, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “And you didn’t see shit. I was dressed.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, catching the towel with ease before tossing it back to you "What's the matter, Maybank? You shy all of a sudden?"

“Will you shut up?”

He held up his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening as he leaned against the nearest wall.

There was no point in getting into a pointless argument with him, especially not when you had more important things to worry about.

Instead, you focused on drying yourself off and getting dressed in the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you. When you emerged again, fully dressed and composed, Rafe had already begun unpacking the bags of groceries, laying out an assortment of food on the small table in the corner of the room.

The sight of the makeshift spread made your stomach growl in anticipation, reminding you just how long it had been since your last meal.

“Hungry?” Rafe asked, glancing up from where he was arranging the food.

You nodded eagerly, making your way over to the table and helping yourself to a plate of fruit and plain toast.

As you ate, Rafe filled you in on his plans for the day. 

It was strange, hearing him talk so casually, without insults, without fear, or threats. For so long, you had seen him as nothing more than a spoiled, entitled rich kid, content to go through life on his family’s wealth and influence. But ever since that night, you couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of respect for him.

He wasn’t Ward.

When he finished speaking, you glanced up from your plate, “Sounds like a plan. Is your contact here, yet?”

“Nah, only tomorrow.”

“Great. So, we’re on our own for now?”

“Yeah, you and me, Pretty Maybank.”

"Hey," you began as you tried to sound casual, "Why do you call me 'Pretty Maybank'? Is there a story behind it?"

Rafe's gaze flicked up from where he was picking at his food. He seemed taken aback by your question as if he hadn't expected you to bring it up.

He shrugged, "I don't know. Just seemed fitting, I guess."

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, "Fitting? How so?"

Rafe hesitated, elbows dropping to the table as he searched for the right words. "I don't know," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "You just...are pretty, Maybank, everyone knows that.”

You felt like there was more to the story.

“Oh.”

He leaned back, now sat in the old chair, “Might start calling you snoring Maybank though.”

Your lips twitched, “You’re not funny. At all.”

“Sure.”

You tilted your head, studying him intently. He looked like a completely different person from last night, “Do you feel any better?” 

“About what?” He feigned innocence, avoiding your gaze, as his fingers started tapping nervously on the table.

You knew what that meant. 

You leaned forward as you reached out to touch his hand gently. “Uh—Y'know, last night, your nightmare.”

“Don’t,” Rafe's abrupt change in demeanor catched you off guard, his walls shooting up in an instant, his tone laced with defensiveness.

You straightened up as you withdrew your hand, a wall of your own rising to match his. 

"It’s not important," he snapped,"Just drop it, okay?"

You recoiled at his harsh tone, the way he spoke down at you making you want to slap him across the room. It was clear that he wasn’t in the mood to talk about whatever demons haunted him in the night, and you knew better than to push him when he was like this.

But you were feeling inspired.

“Why do you always do that?” You needed some sense of security around him, and every single time you were close to getting it, he backed out.

He stood up straight, rolled his shoulders back, and narrowed his eyes at you “Not doing anything.”

"You always shut me out," You continued, words coming out in a rush as you struggled to articulate your feelings. "Every time. You say a few words, and then bamb, gone. We’re not friends, that’s fine. But I need to know you’re someone I can rely on, okay? You can’t be doing this. One moment you’re all trusting and the other…I don’t even know what the fuck you are. You can say no nicely, you don’t need to act like a dick.”

Rafe's jaw clenched, his expression turning steely.

"I don’t want to be your fucking friend, Maybank," he retorted,"I'm protecting myself. And if you can't handle that, then maybe you're the one who needs to reevaluate things."

You felt the color drain from your face.

"Protecting yourself?" you shot back, your voice rising with each word. "From what, exactly? Me?"

He didn’t move, didn’t so much as toss a glance your way as he responded, “Keep your voice down.”

You shook your head, standing up from your seat. He'd said the same exact thing before you got on the boat and you were tired of being pushed aside like a toy.

“No, I fucking won’t. You’re the one who punched me on that ship, your guards were the ones who shot me, your father is the one who wants me dead,” your lips quirked in a small, humorless smile, “And you want to talk about protecting yourself?”

Rafe felt himself flinch, noting how his brows seemed to furrow ever-so-slightly. There was a feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t make out yet, but it was heavy and made you antsy.

"You think I don't know that?" he growled, “You act like I don't carry that guilt with me every single day."

His words caught you off guard, the emotion in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched into every line of his face.

"You have no idea what it's like. To carry that weight, to know that everything you touch turns to shit.” His voice was probing, his eyes scanning your face with a scrutiny that made you want to run out the door.  “And you—Shit, you’re just searching for some confirmation that I am as horrible as everyone’s made me out to be. Newsflash, I am."

You let out a groan, the sound scraping against your throat. "I’m trying to help you! Are you stupid? Oh my god.”

"I don't need your help!" he snapped, standing taller than you, "I don't need anyone's help. I've been doing just fine on my own."

You stepped closer to him, pushing against his chest with your finger, "Fine? Is that what you call it? Living on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder, never knowing who you can trust? That's not fine, Rafe. That's not living."

His hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly.

“I don’t know how to live. I know how to serve, that’s it.” His grip on your wrist tightened as if he was trying to anchor himself, "I just...I can't."

Can't trust you, you think that's what he wanted to say.

“Right,” You swallowed, finding the carpet of the room suddenly all too interesting, “Good enough to fuck, not to trust.”

His grip loosened slightly, his hand falling away from your wrist as if burned, “I never said that.”

“You don’t have to. Dirty pogue, remember?”

His breathing mirrored your own, both erratic, leaning in closer, breath hot against your skin as his nose brushed against yours.

“You think I’d risk my life for you if I believed that?”

“I don’t know. Would you?”

“You have no idea," he breathed, “Do you?”

"I don't understand you."

"Neither do I."

Without another word, he closed the distance between you in a single fluid motion. His hands found their way to your face, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. His touch seemed to tingle between tenderness and roughness, as if he was unable to choose between cherishing the moment and giving in to his desires completely.

You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch, it felt different from the first time you kissed. Less violent, less primal, more…intimate. As if trying to convey everything he had been keeping bottled up inside, and you welcomed it. 

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours.

“You can’t keep kissing me to avoid questions.”

"I know," he murmured, "It's just easier than talking."

You sighed, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly.

"It's wrong."

He closed his eyes, his breath hitching slightly at your words. For a moment, you thought he might pull away again, and retreat into his shell, but then, to your surprise, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light peck.

"I know," he murmured against your lips,"But for now, can we just...be?"

You nodded, "For now, we can just...be."

Neither of you knew what you were doing nor the consequences to come. 

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What are your favorite geographic regions of Texas?

BEST question!!!!!!

1. Hill country. One of the most gorgeous parts of TX—karst topography and amazing caves!!! bats!!! and this area was volcanic during the cretaceous, you can almost imagine the island chain it was back then while driving thru the hills. the guadalupe river snaking between cliff faces?? heaven. AND this part of TX has the best trees, no contest. who cares about coastal live oaks when you have 400 y/o+ bald cypress?? and american sycamores reflecting the water??? giant pecans?? i could spend an eternity here. maybe i will…. idc if my car stalls going up the hills and ppl behind me get mad <33

2. WEST TX. 🎶is the best texas… it’s a beautiful, indescribable place. and the geology???? holy shit. i will admit ive never even been to big bend before or the more mountainous regions, but i’ve driven close enough!!!! and my bestie visited recently so i claim his memories. people forget this version of TX exists and they SHOULD. so we can keep it to ourselves!!! aguja and javelina formations my beloveds ❤️ you’d find yourself lost there and never regret a moment. i love that barren ass drive from TX to new mexico tbh

3. Post Oak Savanna: weird one, i know!!!! but im a bitch for flat land. i may be one of the only ppl that can drive thru the great plains and feel right at home. i like seeing what’s around me!! mountains are scary. plus, god…. soft, rolling hills south of san antonio, seas of golden grass, old oaks standing as monuments, having been there longer than anything colonial-made in the US. absolute fucking behemoths. you wouldn’t understand this until you approach these things—it’s like the moment you enter that massive, widespread canopy, the world is quieter. the trees almost speak to you. yes i’m in love with them. beneath your feet and everywhere you go, fields of petrified wood 🥺

plus. this is one of the most ecologically important areas of TX, surprisingly. its an example of one area that’s supposed to be governed by fire. of course, now that’s no longer occurring, shrubification, tree encroachment… it used to serve as a sort of bridge for wildlife, but now it’s a fence. sad. anyways, you can tell by the trees they were made to withstand fire. hard, aggressive bark on live oaks.

interestingly, the ones south of the hill country are mixes of q. virginiana (coastal live oak) and q. fusiformis (escarpment oak) and should be the TX state tree in my humble opinion. pecans are found literally everywhere, these are found only here!!

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wip wednesday!

tagged by @carlos-in-glasses @welcometololaland and @sznofthesticks <3

The traffic downtown is unbearable in the mornings and only made worse by the scorching heat, but Carlos bears it twice: Once driving south to drop TK off at the firehouse, then again, north this time, to get to work. He sits in gridlock on the First Street Bridge with the windows up and the air blasting while he works his way through a list of the best rated repairmen in the area. Everyone he speaks to tells him that they won’t have any availability until at least Friday. Five days from now. Carlos keeps calling until he gets down into two-point-five-star territory. (At this point he may as well do it himself. Surely he could manage a two-point-five-star job, couldn’t he?) This guy can come by tomorrow, but Carlos would have to take the afternoon off work, plus he wants a hundred and forty dollars. Carlos tells him that’s ridiculous: the four-point-two-star guy only wanted ninety. He tells the guy that maybe he would have better reviews if he wasn’t such a dick.

The guy tells Carlos to fix it himself then, and calls him a fucking fairy. Then he hangs up.

“FUCK YOU,” Carlos shouts at the dial tone. Ahead of him, traffic sludges forward, rippling in hot clouds of exhaust. He briefly considers hurling his phone out the window before it starts ringing again, lighting up in his white-knuckled grip. He smirks at the thought of Mr. Two-Point-Five-Stars coming crawling back.

It’s not the repairman calling, though. It’s Detective Washington.

“Where are you right now?” She asks, cutting right to the chase.

He’s pulling up to a red light, and he tilts his head underneath the sun visor to get a better look at the street signs.

“Forth and Guadalupe,” he says, “heading north.”

“Turn around,” she tells him. “I’ve got a hostage situation at the Wells Fargo on Brazos. I want you with me.”

sorry i’m late tonight– the horrors persist. tagging maddie @reyesstrand @tailoredshirt & @carlos-tk

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California was admitted as the thirty-first U.S. state on September 9, 1850.  

California Admission Day

California Admission Day is observed on September 9 each year. It commemorates the day California was admitted into the Union as the 31st state in 1850 after it was ceded to the United States by Mexico in 1848. California became one of the few states to become a state without first being an organized territory. California Admission Day is not a federal holiday. Rather, it’s a local observance in the state, which implies that businesses, schools, and government offices remain open. In times gone by it was celebrated with great pomp and ceremony with parades and pageantry. Though low-key now, the day still marks an important part of Californian history.

History of California Admission Day

The Mexican-American War began in May 1846 when the U.S. declared war on Mexico. American settlers who lived in the territory of California in Mexico revolted against the Mexican government in what is known as the Bear Flag Revolt. The Americans captured Sonoma, hoisted a Bear Flag in the area, and declared it the California Republic. On July 9, 1846, Navy Lieutenant Joseph Warren Revere arrived in Sonoma and replaced the Bear Flag in the territory with a United States flag. Lieutenant Revere officially declared California a possession of the United States. In February 1848, Mexico and the U.S. signed the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo to end the war. This treaty meant that Mexico had to yield a large portion of its Southwest territory — including present-day California — to the U.S.

As of the signing of the treaty, California had a meager population that was not up to the 60,000-inhabitant benchmark a territory needed to achieve statehood. Earlier in January 1848, gold was discovered on the American River near Sacramento, and the territory witnessed a massive influx of immigrants looking for work and good fortune. Thanks to the Gold Rush, a huge increase in population and wealth followed, thus necessitating the need for civil government and local policies.

In 1849, Californians demanded statehood, and California became the 31st state on September 9, 1850. California joined the Union as a free, non-slavery state by the Compromise of 1850 in just about two years of the territory’s incorporation. Its first capital was in San Jose before it was moved to the city of Vallejo for lack of necessary facilities. The capital was later moved to Benicia, a small town, and subsequently to the riverside port of Sacramento in 1854.

California Admission Day timeline

1846

The Bear Flag Revolt

American settlers in California stage a revolt against Mexican authorities.

1848

A Treaty for Peace

The United States and Mexico sign the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo to end the war between the countries.

1850

The Compromise of 1850

The Compromise of 1850 is signed and California is admitted as the 31st state to the Union.

1911

Adoption of the California State Flag

The California State Flag, based on the original Bear Flag, is adopted by the state legislature.

California Admission Day FAQs

Is California Admission Day a federal holiday?

California Admission Day is not a federal holiday. It’s a local observance in the state of California. Schools, businesses, and government offices remain open.

What are other names for California?

California is also known as ‘The Golden State, ‘The Land of Milk and Honey,’ ‘The El Dorado State,’ and ‘The Grape State.’

What is California famous for?

California remains one of the most popular destinations throughout North America. The state is especially famous for Hollywood, Disneyland, and the Golden Gate Bridge. Other unique landmarks in California include Coachella, Silicon Valley, the Wine Country, and Surf Culture.

California Admission Day Activities

Visit the Golden StateIf you’re a history buff, today’s the perfect day to visit California. Museums around California offer various resources and artifacts to help you learn more about the state’s rich history. Take a day trip or make a holiday of it and travel to more than one.

Enjoy the special eventsCalifornia Admission Day is observed with special events at schools, museums, and organizations throughout the state. Public officials often grant special addresses about its history and significance.

Take a trip to SonomaCalifornia Admission Day has been observed particularly in the Sonoma area since 1850. It would be nice to visit the area where it all began. Don’t forget to enjoy the state’s beautiful beaches, valleys, and mountains as you celebrate with them!

5 Fun Facts About California

Originally named “the Grizzly Bear State": California has renamed the Golden State from its initial name “the Grizzly Bear State” as the bears went extinct.

The state motto is ‘Eureka!’: The Greek word means “I have found it!” and alludes to the discovery of gold in the Sierra Nevada.

Redwood is the official state tree: California’s official state tree is the redwood, as designated in 1937.

It’s called ‘The Grape State’, too: Over 300,000 tons of grapes are grown in California annually, and the state produces more than 17 million gallons of wine each year!

Blue jeans: In 1873 blue jeans were imported for miners from Europe, making San Francisco the first place in the U.S. where jeans were worn.

Why We Love California Admission Day

Becoming a recognized state in the U.S.This event celebrates the day California officially became a state in the U.S. It was a protracted struggle but thanks to the peace treaty that ended the Mexican-American War of 1848, it was a done deal.

A tribute to the war heroesThe struggle to acquire California as a possession of the U.S. was not an easy one. It took a war, diplomacy, protests, and legislation to make it possible. This day celebrates the memories of everyone who fought to make it possible.

The population boost that came with the Gold RushCalifornia’s low population would have hindered its prospects to become a state and admittance to the Union. Thanks to the Gold Rush, the territory was able to have the 60,000 inhabitants it needed to achieve statehood.

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Why Choose Creek Hollow Cabins & RV Park?

Spacious and Well-Equipped RV Sites At Creek Hollow, we provide Canyon Lake RV Campgrounds with spacious RV sites that accommodate various sizes of recreational vehicles. Each site offers full hookups, including water, sewer, and electricity, ensuring a comfortable and hassle-free stay. Whether you're in a motorhome, fifth wheel, or camper, you'll find everything you need to settle in and enjoy your time in nature.

Prime Location Near Canyon Lake Our RV campground is just minutes away from Canyon Lake, one of Texas' premier outdoor destinations. Enjoy boating, fishing, kayaking, and swimming in the crystal-clear waters. With scenic hiking trails, picnic spots, and wildlife viewing opportunities, there’s no shortage of ways to connect with nature.

Peaceful and Relaxing Atmosphere Unlike overcrowded campgrounds, Creek Hollow offers a quiet and laid-back environment where you can unwind. Wake up to the sounds of birds and enjoy a relaxing morning with fresh air and breathtaking views of Texas Hill Country. Evenings are perfect for gathering around the fire pit, stargazing, and sharing stories with fellow campers.

Family and Pet-Friendly Amenities We understand the importance of bringing loved ones—including pets—along for the adventure. Our Canyon Lake RV Campgrounds offer picnic areas, BBQ grills, and open spaces where families and pets can enjoy outdoor activities. Whether you're traveling with kids, friends, or furry companions, everyone will feel at home.

Nearby Attractions and Activities In addition to Canyon Lake, our location is close to popular attractions such as the Guadalupe River, Whitewater Amphitheater, and Natural Bridge Caverns. Whether you're into tubing, live music, or exploring caves, there's something for every traveler.

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Check out Guadalupe Rosales, Photographer unknown, Mind Crime Hookers party crew on 6th Street Bridge, Boyle Heights, 1993 (1993), From Cantor Fitzgerald Gallery, Haverford College

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Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe iPhone Case - Our Lady of Guadlaupe iPhone Case - Virgen Maria iPhone Case - Customizable iPhone Case .: Materials: 100% polycarbonate (shell), 100% TPU (lining) .: Dual layer case for extra durability and protection .: Available with a glossy or matte finish .: Clear, open ports for connectivity .: Blank product sourced from Korea In the heart of every Mexican soul, there exists a deep and abiding devotion to Our Lady of Guadalupe, Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe. She is not just a religious figure; she is a symbol of hope, a beacon of strength, and a source of inspiration. Now, imagine carrying this powerful icon with you wherever you go, not just in your heart but in the palm of your hand, with the Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe Virgen Mary iPhone Case – the embodiment of faith and beauty merged seamlessly into a stunning cellphone accessory. This isn't just any iPhone case; it's a testament to the unbreakable bond between faith and fashion. When you hold this case in your hands, you're not just protecting your phone; you're cradling a piece of artistry that transcends the boundaries of culture and spirituality. It's a symbol of your unwavering devotion to Our Lady of Guadalupe, a tribute to the miraculous story that has touched countless lives. At the heart of this captivating iPhone case is the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, the celestial beauty who appeared before Juan Diego on that fateful day in 1531. Her radiant presence, surrounded by the golden rays of divinity, is captured in exquisite detail. Every brushstroke, every hue, and every line has been meticulously crafted to pay homage to the original image that has inspired generations. But this case isn't just a visual masterpiece; it's a tactile wonder too. Crafted from high-quality materials, it offers robust protection to your precious iPhone. It shields your device from the knocks and bumps of daily life while ensuring that the slim and elegant profile of your iPhone remains intact. You're not just protecting your phone; you're adorning it with a layer of spiritual armor. What sets this iPhone case apart is its ability to tell a story. The story of faith, resilience, and the miraculous. With every glance, you're reminded of the miraculous appearance of Our Lady of Guadalupe on Juan Diego's tilma, the sacred cloak that bore her image. It's a story that transcends time and space, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, miracles can and do happen. Carrying this iPhone case with you is like carrying a piece of history, a piece of culture, and a piece of faith. It's a conversation starter, an opportunity to share the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe with those who may not yet know it. It's a chance to ignite a spark of curiosity in others, a spark that may one day lead them to their own journey of faith. But this case isn't just for sharing; it's also for personal reflection. When you hold your phone, you'll find yourself drawn to the serene gaze of Our Lady of Guadalupe. In her eyes, you'll see compassion, love, and understanding. You'll find solace in her presence, a source of strength in times of trouble, and a beacon of hope when the world feels uncertain. Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of this iPhone case is its ability to bridge the gap between the spiritual and the everyday. It's not just a religious accessory; it's a fashion statement. The design is timeless, the colors are vibrant, and the craftsmanship is impeccable. Whether you're attending a family gathering, a formal event, or simply going about your daily life, this iPhone case complements your style and adds a touch of elegance to your outfit. It's more than just a case; it's a symbol of identity. It represents who you are, where you come from, and what you believe in. It's a testament to your roots, a celebration of your heritage, and a declaration of your faith. When you carry this iPhone case, you're not just carrying a phone; you're carrying a piece of your culture and a piece of your soul. And let's not forget the impact of gifting this iPhone case to a loved one. Whether it's a birthday, a wedding, a religious celebration, or just a gesture of love, this case is a heartfelt and meaningful gift. It's a way of saying, "I value your faith, I honor your heritage, and I cherish our bond." It's a gift that goes beyond the material; it's a gift that touches the heart. In a world filled with countless iPhone cases, the Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe Virgen Mary iPhone Case stands out as a symbol of faith and devotion. It's a fusion of artistry and functionality, of culture and style. It's a reminder that our beliefs can be an integral part of our everyday lives, and that beauty can be found in the most unexpected places. So, why settle for an ordinary iPhone case when you can carry a masterpiece with you? Why choose between faith and fashion when you can have both? The Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe Virgen Mary iPhone Case is more than just an accessory; it's a testament to the enduring power of faith, a celebration of culture, and a work of art that you can hold in your hands. Order yours today and let Our Lady of Guadalupe's divine presence grace your life in more ways than one.

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What Makes Boat Rentals So Special?

The boating experience in Lake Travis offers the ultimate Austin enjoyment. It has a large selection of rental boats suitable for novice and veteran boaters alike, there's something here for anyone - from wakesurfing, to admiring the beautiful scenery it's a place for all to enjoy! Lake Travis area boasts numerous activities that draw people from across the state and one of them is Devil's Cove - a party spot known for its nude sunbathing as well as wild nightlife. When it is a holiday weekend, up to 200 boats may be rafting here. If your children are small or aren't a fan of crowds, it might be wise to stay away from.

Riviera Marina offers an idyllic and relaxing waterfront experience, and is the only clothes-independent open-air park for the public in California. The sunbathers as well as swimmers often come here naked; dockers can gain entry for free if arriving via boat! Open daily.

Lake Travis offers some of the best bass fishing available in Central Texas. Anglers can catch species such as bigmouth bass, guadalupe as well as white bass in this area. For the best experience and to assure the most profitable fishing experience, reserve a charter with experienced captains as well as follow the most basic boating the rules.

The most important thing to see on the lake is Pennybacker Bridge, also known as Austin 360 Bridge. Situated on its western edge The iconic structure is used as a symbol for the locals as well as visitors; it has numerous docks-and-diners like Hula Hut, Ski Shores Cafe and Abel's restaurant on the Lake. By visiting the site it is easy to learn what you need to know about boat rentals Lake Travis .

If you prefer more relaxed methods of exploring the lake and the surrounding area, a pontoonboat rental might be the solution. These luxury boats can hold up to 12 passengers comfortably and come with a Bluetooth audio system, a floating Lily pad, and slide built-in for extra fun. For a romantic sail, book an or sunset cruise around Texas Sailing-one of the very few Beneteau Platinum Dealers nationwide.

Rental boats Lake Travis offers relatively calm waters and easily navigable coves which are ideal for those with any level! It is easy to locate and reserve the perfect boat rentals for you and your family, make use of the online search feature and reservations tool.

Riviera Marina is a family-owned business owned and operated since the year 1995 offering top of the line rentals Friendly staff and most excellent customer service in Austin. The goal of our company is to give guests a memorable boating experience to ensure that your time is spent having great time! You can rent by the hour or day Be sure to take note of instruction in the water, charters, cruises! We hope to see you soon in the water!

Riviera Marina provides quality ski boats, pontoons and jet skis to suit your needs for lake adventures if you aren't the owner of a vessel yet or don't feel confident controlling one by yourself. The marina even offers captain service should you find it difficult or a daunting task! If driving your own vehicle is not feasible or just doesn't seem appealing, Riviera Marina also provides captain services so that your experience won't be wasted.

Additionally, for larger events there are four amazing yacht rentals which can host up to 24 persons for a party: the gorgeous 40ft Maxum Cruiser named Knot Again as well as an Gibson 370 Sport Cruiser with numerous decks named Casino Royale for 20 passengers; and Cruisers Yachts 41ft party yacht with the name Goldeneye with a capacity of the capacity of 30.

Imagine taking a cruise across Lake Travis aboard one of their party barges that have double-deckers with around 49 of your most beloved acquaintances on the party barge rentals that are available at an hourly rate! You can easily make an entire day of it! Make sure you know that the you must pay in full when booking online or over the phone. All cancellations received within 48 hours of the date will receive a full refund.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 12.9 (before 1940)

536 – Gothic War: The Byzantine general Belisarius enters Rome unopposed; the Gothic garrison flees the capital. 730 – Battle of Marj Ardabil: The Khazars annihilate an Umayyad army and kill its commander, al-Jarrah ibn Abdallah al-Hakami. 1432 – The first battle between the forces of Švitrigaila and Sigismund Kęstutaitis is fought near the town of Oszmiana (Ashmyany), launching the most active phase of the Lithuanian Civil War. 1531 – The Virgin of Guadalupe first appears to Juan Diego at Tepeyac, Mexico City. 1636 – The Qing dynasty of China, led by Emperor Hong Taiji, invades Joseon. 1688 – Glorious Revolution: Williamite forces defeat Jacobites at Battle of Reading, forcing James II to flee England. (Date is Old Style; the date in the New Style modern calendar is 19 December.) 1775 – American Revolutionary War: British troops and Loyalists, misinformed about Patriot militia strength, lose the Battle of Great Bridge, ending British rule in Virginia. 1822 – French physicist Augustin-Jean Fresnel, in a memoir read to the Academy of Sciences, coins the terms linear polarization, circular polarization, and elliptical polarization, and reports a direct refraction experiment verifying his theory that optical rotation is a form of birefringence. 1824 – Patriot forces led by General Antonio José de Sucre defeat a Royalist army in the Battle of Ayacucho, putting an end to the Peruvian War of Independence. 1835 – Texas Revolution: The Texian Army captures San Antonio following the Siege of Béxar. 1851 – The first YMCA in North America is established in Montreal. 1856 – The Iranian city of Bushehr surrenders to occupying British forces. 1861 – American Civil War: The Joint Committee on the Conduct of the War is established by Congress. 1868 – The first traffic lights are installed, outside the Palace of Westminster in London. Resembling railway signals, they use semaphore arms and are illuminated at night by red and green gas lamps. 1872 – In Louisiana, P. B. S. Pinchback becomes the first African American governor of a U.S. state following the impeachment of Henry C. Warmoth. 1905 – In France, a law separating church and state is passed. 1911 – A mine explosion near Briceville, Tennessee, kills 84 miners despite rescue efforts led by the United States Bureau of Mines. 1917 – World War I: Field Marshal Allenby captures Jerusalem from the Ottoman Empire. 1917 – World War I: The Kingdom of Romania signs the Armistice of Focșani with the Central Powers. 1922 – Gabriel Narutowicz is elected the first president of Poland. 1931 – The Constituent Cortes approves a constitution which establishes the Second Spanish Republic. 1935 – Student protests occur in Beijing's Tiananmen Square, and are subsequently dispersed by government authorities. 1935 – Walter Liggett, an American newspaper editor and muckraker, is killed in a gangland murder. 1937 – Second Sino-Japanese War: Battle of Nanking: Japanese troops under the command of Lt. Gen. Yasuhiko Asaka launch an assault on the Chinese city of Nanking.

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Mexican Holidays: Our Lady of Guadalupe Festival & Traditions

Our Lady of Guadalupe: Mexico's Sacred Icon

Celebration day: December 12th. Estimated reading time: 4 minutes The story of Our Lady of Guadalupe begins in December 1531 when Juan Diego, a native Aztec convert to Christianity, encountered a vision of the Virgin Mary on Tepeyac Hill near Mexico City. According to tradition, the Virgin appeared as a dark-skinned woman speaking Nahuatl, Juan Diego's native language.

The Miraculous Apparition

During four appearances, the Virgin requested a church be built in her honor. When local bishop Juan de Zumarraga demanded proof, the Virgin instructed Juan Diego to gather roses from the typically barren hillside. Upon presenting these unseasonable Castilian roses to the bishop, Juan Diego unfurled his tilma (cloak), revealing the image of the Virgin miraculously imprinted on the fabric.

The Sacred Image

The image shows the Virgin wearing traditional Aztec royal clothing with Christian symbolism: - Her blue-green mantle covered with stars - A black sash indicating pregnancy - Her stance over a crescent moon - Rays of sunlight behind her

Cultural Impact

Our Lady of Guadalupe has become: - The patron saint of Mexico - A powerful symbol of Mexican identity and faith - A unifying force between indigenous and Spanish cultures - The most visited Catholic shrine in the Americas The basilica housing Juan Diego's tilma in Mexico City receives millions of pilgrims annually, particularly around her feast day on December 12th. The image has endured for nearly 500 years, defying scientific explanation for its preservation on simple cactus fiber cloth.

Historical Significance

The apparition occurred during a crucial period in Mexican history, as the Spanish conquest had devastated native populations and cultures. Our Lady of Guadalupe represented a bridge between two worlds, incorporating both Catholic and indigenous symbolic elements. This syncretism helped facilitate the widespread conversion of indigenous peoples to Christianity while preserving aspects of their cultural identity.

Modern Relevance

Today, Our Lady of Guadalupe remains a potent symbol of: - Mexican national identity - Religious devotion - Social justice and dignity for the marginalized - Cultural pride and heritage Her image appears throughout Mexico and Latin America on everything from church altars to street art, demonstrating her enduring significance in both religious and secular contexts. Picture shows the altar of Virgin of GuadalupePilgrims at Guadalupe Sanctuary

Night view of virgin of Guadalupe Basilica

Devotes to Our lady of Guadalupe Pilgrims

Picture of our lady of Guadalupe at the Basilica in Mexico city Our Lady of Guadalupe is celebrated on December 12th in Mexico. While not an official federal holiday, it holds deep cultural and religious significance throughout the country. On this date, banks in Mexico are closed, not specifically for the religious observance, but because it coincides with the Day of the Banking Employee (Día del Empleado Bancario). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjCnk9wpipI Related Content - Day of the Dead in Mexico: Traditions, History, and Celebrations - Mexican Holidays - February 19 - Mexican Army Day - February 5, Mexico Constitution Day. - Mexican Holidays - Mexico Flag Day - February 24 - Passport and Visa Requirements for Entering Mexico - Arquidiocesis de Mexico Read the full article

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A Stay-at-Home Kind of Day

Saturday’s blood sugar dropped to 140. I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster sometimes. I suppose that’s true in terms of diet and exercise, too.

After the morning coffee and brain games, we enjoyed a breakfast of rice and eggs with cheese and bacon crumbles, and toast and jam on the side. Then we cleaned and put away the dishes and emptied the kitchen trash.

We washed and dried laundry and put away clothes. Then Nancy checked with her granddaughter Kathleen to see if she wanted the new cat bed we bought that the cats don’t seem to be interested in. Later, however, Chica crawled into it and made herself comfortable. Nancy took a picture and sent it to Kathleen.

Wondering about election results in Arizona, I exchanged some texts with my Tucson friend Mark. A couple of races are still up in the air, and it seems to be taking an awfully long time to count the ballots.

I posted a picture of teasels from our Linn County bridge tour on Instagram. We swept up dirt and dusted around the house and we hung a picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe in the bedroom. Then I worked some more on BudZine No. 31.

Nancy and I went for a walk and clocked 2.31 miles in 42 minutes, around 5,600 steps. Then we showered and napped briefly. Nancy got up and did some yoga. After checking for TV access to the Oregon/Maryland football game, we wound up keeping tabs on it via the Internet. The Ducks won 39-18, making them 10-0 on the season.

We enjoyed beef and broccoli stir fry for dinner, made from a package meal we bought this week at Costco.

After dinner we streamed the fourth episode of the third series of “No Offence” and two more episodes of the Canadian series “Coroner.”

Except for the walk, we did not go anywhere today. The car remained in the garage, we stuck around the house and did a number of small tasks. Tomorrow’s another Sunday.

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The Role of the Railroad in Shaping San Jose, California

Introduction

San Jose, California is a urban wealthy in background and method of existence. From its humble beginnings as a small farming community, it has grown right into a bustling town with a diversified population and thriving financial weather. One key ingredient that performed a big objective in shaping the town's creation changed into the railroad. The creation of rail transportation revolutionized the system workers and goods moved throughout the time of the sector, predominant to one-of-a-kind increase and prosperity. In this article, we will explore the history of San Jose, California and delve into the pivotal position that the railroad played in its transformation.

History of San Jose California

San Jose, California has a chronic and storied heritage. It used to be focused in 1777 as El Pueblo de San José de Guadalupe through Spanish settlers who confirmed a farming region inside the fertile Santa Clara Valley. Over the years, it grew endlessly as more beneficial settlers arrived and widely wide-spread farms and agencies. In 1849, when gold turned into came upon in within attain Sierra Nevada, San Jose became a significant grant hub for gold miners heading to the gold fields.

The Role of the Railroad in Shaping San Jose, California

The role of the railroad in shaping San Jose, California will not be overstated. With its creation in the late nineteenth century, rail transportation remodeled the metropolis and propelled it into a new expertise of amplify and prosperity. The railroad equipped a swift and greater helpful components of transportation for the 2 persons and goods, connecting San Jose to exclusive regularly occurring cities equal to San Francisco and Los Angeles.

Impact on Economy

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Connectivity

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[The Keihancarl Diaries: May 18, 2024]

Hi everyone, Keihancarl here. Lovely weather we’re having, huh?

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The weather app on my smartphone says it’s gonna rain on a Saturday. Not something I look forward to on a mall-hopping trip, but I guess (if that really happens) I’ll just deal with it for now considering that the weather’s been so scorching hot these past few weeks. I just hoped that the air wouldn’t be as humid as hell.

So I’m wearing red and black this time, and something plain too. I need to make the most out of that trip so I was planning on leaving the house around 9:00 AM (I ended up leaving the house just an hour later). In case you’re wondering, it’s Bonifacio Global City this time. And I’m definitely going to have a great time there too, with my first visit to Mitsukoshi BGC, which opened in 2022.

It was still sunny when I left, but I knew it might rain at some point, probably in the afternoon. Traffic along Commonwealth Avenue is mostly light, except in some areas. I reached the MRT at 11:30 AM. The traffic at North Avenue totally killed my mood. It sucks since I always have high expectations for almost everything.

I decided to reload my beep card (I managed to drop my bag while trying to get some coins in my purse) and take the MRT to Guadalupe Station. Along the way, the Kamuning Flyover is being rehabilitated and the construction of the Metro Manila Subway Quezon Avenue Station has commenced. Approaching Shaw Boulevard Station, however, the train came to a sudden halt, and an announcement came shortly after that. Upon reaching the next station, we were told to switch to another train, as the one we were riding had a problem.

Getting off at MRT Guadalupe Station, I immediately took a jeepney to McKinley Hill, where my first destination, Venice Grand Canal Mall, is. It’s been four and a half years since I last visited the area (and the entire Fort area, including BGC, in general) so I had a hard time familiarizing myself with the area once again. If not for Google Maps, then I would’ve gotten lost.

Getting to Venice Grand Canal Mall, I decided to check the space where Fully Booked used to be, which is now occupied by Coffee Bean And Tea Leaf and/or Randy’s Doughnuts (I believe it’s the latter). I then went inside the mall area and had lunch at Takoyadon (Food Hall), but I bought a drink at the nearby Marketplace Supermarket first. It was a gyudon donburi, but it’s strange enough that it is actually made from Angus beef (it was clearly stated in the menu). I had to pay extra for an egg, but I wouldn’t mind. It didn’t took me long enough to finish my food using only chopsticks.

I then took some selfies by the bridge, but the pics didn’t really look great, partly due to my figure. God, I hate how I look, with that ugly double chin and all that. It didn’t help that the pandemic made me look like that.

Besides the supermarket, I didn’t check any of the shops inside the mall. I didn’t get to check the Venice Piazza as well. I ended up spending more than an hour at the mall, mostly taking selfies by the bridge (with the nice view of the canal and the surrounding buildings). I could’ve done that in about fifteen minutes or so if only I looked like my pre-pandemic self and I wasn’t completely stressed out.

Next stop, SM Aura. I only checked a few shops and had a fruit tea drink at Gong Cha. At this rate, I was getting really cranky due to some earlier inconveniences, especially the heavy traffic on North Avenue. Of course, the extreme heat adds up to the crankiness I’m experiencing. Once I sat down and finished my drink, I felt a little okay.

Passing by the Fully Booked branch there, I got a free comic book as part of Free Comic Book Day in all of its stores in Metro Manila and Luzon. It was an excerpt from The Drifting Classroom by Kazuo Umezu.

Both the Food On Four and the cinemas had been renovated for some time. The former appeared to have an artificial skylight, as opposed to the previous one which is actually a skylight. But the entire area was a lot brighter than before.

As for the cinemas, I was quite impressed with the lobby. Not sure if the IMAX is still there, I didn’t bother to check due to time constraints.

Checking the SkyPark, there was a temporary mini golf area and an art installation.

Going back to the upper ground floor, H&M took over Forever 21’s former space. The latter closed its branch there in 2010.

Next stop, Market Market. I only checked the Booksale branch there. As usual, there are fewer manga books, and none of them interest me.

Heading to the biggest Fully Booked branch (the flagship megastore) at the Bonifacio High Street, I decided to check every single floor of this building… except the fourth floor and the basement (both are closed off for some reason). The manga books and light novels were transferred to the second floor, along with comic books and some of the music CDs and vinyls. These used to dominate the entire fourth floor until a few years ago.

There were no more free comic books, as was the case with the other Fully Booked branches I visited later. Luckily, there were a few free comics left at the SM Aura branch when I got there a little earlier.

After that, I took a moment to check some of the shops at BHS, and then went to my next destination: Uptown Bonifacio and of course, Mitsukoshi BGC. It was a kilometer walk from BHS, but I wouldn’t mind.

I passed by The Turf and saw football players practicing there. Later on, just as I was getting closer to my next destination, I managed to sprain my left foot a little, but I could still walk just fine.

And finally, I get to revisit the Uptown Mall for the first time in almost seven years. While I didn’t check any of the shops there, I took a moment to admire its upscale interiors. I also check the alfresco area as well. I even get to see a glimpse of Mitsukoshi BGC from there.

On to the next destination, I noticed a passageway heading to a residential building across the road (but it also says more shops, if I recall correctly). I decided to take the passageway until I reached the basement level of One Uptown Residence, where several wellness and service shops are located. I got out via the basement level access towards 36th Street and took a short walk to Mitsukoshi BGC.

The first Japanese-inspired mall in the Philippines, it features a mix of local and global brands (including renowned Japanese brands), designer labels, cafes, and restaurants. There’s a food hall (Itadaki Food Court), a supermarket (Mitsukoshi Fresh), a bookstore (Fully Booked x Books Kinokuniya), and a furniture and home furnishing shop (Nitori). There were gacha capsule machines too.

I checked some shops, including Fully Booked x Kinokuniya, and later headed to the third level to check Nitori.

I was amazed at some of the items in that store. I then checked the bedding section and the home office section. I didn’t get to check some parts of the shop, though.

It was already 6:00 PM and I was getting hungry so I decided to check out the basement level where the food court and the supermarket are. It took me a while to decide where to eat. I initially considered MOS Burger but after checking some of the other food stalls, I decided to have katsu curry at Nadai Fujisoba instead.

But first, just like earlier, I bought my drinks at Mitsukoshi Fresh (the supermarket). I decided on a bottled water and a grape-flavored vitamin boost drink. The latter was definitely not gentle on the throat, but I chose it anyway since it says anti-stress boost, something that I really need at the moment since I was incredibly stressed during some parts of the trip. I could’ve bought a box of UCC iced creamy coffee mix, the pineapple caramel one, but I hold off for now. Anyway, the katsu curry is great, though there’s a bit too much curry sauce which is more than enough to cover the rice.

Heading out, it was already dark but I managed to enjoy walking back to Bonifacio High Street. Along the way, I saw a full moon in the sky, some interesting shops, a standalone Uniqlo store, and from a good distance, Landmark BGC (I don’t know if it’s only a supermarket or it also includes the department store).

I reached the BHS Central Square within fifteen minutes and immediately checked the Muji branch there. At the cinema level, the Lawson convenience store has taken over the space of FamilyMart. I also get to see one of the 3D billboards from the large window, where I used to take numerous selfies on my previous visits.

I visited the nearby One Bonifacio High Street, but I didn’t check any of the shops.

And finally, Burgos Circle. I managed to take some pictures of the sculpture against an illuminated background and that was that. The area along Forbestown Road looks better at night.

It was quarter to 8:00, and I was debating whether I should visit One Ayala Makati or not. Anyway, I managed to take the BGC Bus to McKinley Exchange and got to the MRT Ayala Station faster than expected. I decided to check the Fully Booked branch at One Ayala Makati and take a short trip to the restroom. I also happened to run across a couple of cosplayers, as FanFes was taking place at The Spaces at One Ayala, at the fifth level, which I thought to be the cinema level on my previous visit a few months ago. I didn’t bother checking the upper floors since I really needed to get home as soon as possible.

I took the MRT and initially planned to get off at either Cubao or Quezon Avenue stations, but I ended up getting off at North Avenue station instead for some reason. I was so busy uploading the photos to my Instagram accounts during the entire MRT ride that I never paid attention to where I was supposed to get off. Man, that turned out to be the worst decision I made, since I had to wait for about 20 minutes before I got to ride the UV Express to SM Fairview from Trinoma. Traffic isn’t that bad along Commonwealth Avenue so I got there in about 30 to 40 minutes. It was already 10:20 PM when I got home from that exhausting trip.

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Sure, the trip was kind of fun, but the traffic along North Avenue and McKinley Parkway (near SM Aura/Market Market) nearly ruined my day (and my mood). Well, at least it didn’t rain throughout the entire mall-hopping trip, but the incredibly hot weather made me feel extremely exhausted and cranky throughout the trip. And yeah, I’m quite terrible with time management these days, just like the previous mall-hopping trip to CAMANAVA (Karuhatan, Valenzuela and Monumento, Caloocan) and Manila (Binondo and Ermita) areas. I wished it wouldn’t end up the same on my subsequent mall-hopping trips.

I might consider the Ortigas and Greenhills areas next. But when this will happen will be completely up to me. Well, I’m either targeting July or August for this trip.

Anyway, that’s all for the third week of #TheFourWeekendPlan. I can’t wait to return to my favorite hangout place for the final week of TFWP and enjoy my frappuccino. And I’m looking forward to my first ever trip to Baguio (as part of the company outing) by the end of the month (it’s only a week away). Until then, sayonara!

All pics are uploaded to my Instagram account, @kcox_105.