#I checked the battery card but I have to charge it and find the type of drone

[xoxochb]

you guys I just found a drone laying in my back yard and when I tell you I swear to the gods it’s never been there before this is creepy as fuck

[particularj]

Hi, I saw your addition on a post about purchasing a laptop. I’m actually planning on purchasing one soon for the first time (current laptop is seven years old and a college gift). While I overall know about specs and what not because I just want a solid but not insanely expensive gaming laptop (tho ig I’ve mostly just been googling ‘best gaming laptop’), I’ve never heard of this S Mode you’ve mentioned. What is that and what other things should I be aware of, is there like a good link I can educate myself at? I’m planning on this being a very long term purchase, as long as I can make it, so I really want to get it right. Thank you!

A couple things:

I’d start with this lengthy but good post by @ms-demeanor , along with much of her computer talk on her blog. Lots of good stuff about what to look for, what to avoid, how/if you can upgrade, etc. It’s gonna depend a bit on what you use your laptop for, too.

S-mode…where to begin. Here is a decent run-down of what S-mode is. Essentially, it’s a locked in ‘safe mode’ that only allows you to use the Windows store for purchases and downloads. They say it’s for security. It’s really for monopolization. It also uploads all your stuff to their cloud. Where eventually they can lock it behind a paywall if they decide.

S-mode requires fewer computer resources to run…but in doing so it means that many computers that come pre-installed with S-mode may not even be able to run full Windows. To compete with Google’s Chromebooks, which are specifically made not to last so they cheapen out on parts and can offer a lower price point, Microsoft responded with S-mode so PC manufacturers could make comparably priced ‘Windows’ laptops.

That’s not to say a laptop offered with Windows S Mode can’t run the full Windows…but there’s no guarantee. And it will take a number of steps to switch to standard Windows and you can’t switch back if it doesn’t work well.

In general:

Look for laptops by brands with historically good performance and reliability.

Make sure whichever laptop you choose can actually run the full Windows — check Windows’ recommended specs with your prospective laptop.

Find a laptop that matches your lifestyle needs. This seems simple or self-explanatory, but it’s surprising how often people buy a product that doesn’t actually fit their needs. As a metaphor, if you have 4 kids and need a new car, you probably don’t want a sports car but a mini van. It’s not that either is bad, but they have specific purposes. The same goes with computers. If you’re a gamer, look at one of the latest games released, the specs recommended, and find something that well exceeds those specs so you aren’t looking to upgrade in 1-2 years. Similarly, if you are just going to use it for internet browsing, light applications, email, work stuff, etc., you don’t need a gaming laptop or high end graphics card. If you plan to travel with it, do you need a laptop with special security features or durability in case it is stolen, dropped, banged, etc. while commuting?

Don’t ignore the battery life, battery size, and cord length / type. Is it a two piece AC adapter with a standard 3-prong plug? Is it 4, 6, or 9 cell or some other measurement? Some companies keep costs lower by cheaping out on the battery, which to replace or upgrade could easily be another $100+.

Don’t buy Black Friday specials. Just don’t. They are often ‘special batch’ models that often have lower quality or discontinued parts, fewer features, or other oddities.

Don’t buy into add-ons, extended warranties, or other mark-ups. Chances are the warranty won’t cover the damage, failure, or other problem; the repairer will still charge for labor if it covers the parts; they may require you work with specific repairers; and/or they may require you to ship your laptop at your expense to a center, wait for repairs to be completed after a diagnostic review which may again try to deny repairs or blame you for the problem, only for it to arrive back with more or different problems. Warranties nowadays are a way for companies to increase their profit margin, period.

I hope all that helps. Windows is a very different and yet familiar beast compared to 7 years ago. You’ll likely be able to do everything you’re doing now, but may need some time to figure out how to do the same thing with an interface with different organization and visuals.

I’m not going to go into Apple or Linux or Chromebooks or other things here - it’s already a lengthy post and those are full dives into equally lengthy posts. Each have their pros and cons.

And others - feel free to contribute. I’m no expert. I’ve just happened to grow up with and around computers and am just geeky enough to have some deeper than surface knowledge.

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Greg had found himself alone and stranded on a country dirt road. His car had completely put him down. It was overheating among other issues that were going on. He thought things couldn't get much worse until his cellphone battery died on him. Having the car battery dead didn't help his cellphone issue one bit. He was in a bad situation. He stood outside his car, hoping someone would drive by that could offer any kind of assistance for what felt like an eternity.

Several hours later, Gerg finally sees a vehicle coming down the dirt road. He waved the truck down, hoping the driver would stop and help him in any kind of way. The truck slowed down and came to a stop right where his car was. "Need some help there?" The guy asked him. Any help would be appreciated at this moment, Greg thought to himself as it was already late in the evening, and the sun was slowly setting. "Yes, my name is Greg. My car has put me down, and unfortunately, my cellphone is dead as well. I surely could use help in finding a place to stay for the night and then the next morning see about getting my car fixed. Could you help me, Sir?" He asked the driver in the truck.

Evan saw the stranger's sweated out clothes and the car broken down in the side of the road. He could tell the stranger was desperate for help at this point, especially if he had been stranded most of the day. "The closest hotel is about 50 miles outside of town. The name is Evan, by the way. The same goes for the nearest garage that can possibly fix your car. Other than that, there isn't much help I can do." Evan offered him. The guy really found himself in a bad predicament for his car to break down on him.

Greg heard what Evan said. He really thought his situation couldn't get worse. The closest hotel and garage were fifty miles outside of the town he was driving through. He really saw no choice, but the next question he was about to ask. "If you don't mind, could I stay at your place for the night? I can call for a tow truck to pick up my car in the morning and ride with him to the nearest garage." He asked, not really wanting to stay at the stranger's house, but that would be better than sleeping in how car for the night.

Evan thought about Greg's request. He did live alone in his four bedroom home. He could possibly let the guy stay for the night. "Sure, you can. Gather what you want and get in." He told the stranger as he unlock his passenger door for him.

Greg gathered some of his things and locked the rest in the trunk of his car. He got in with Evan and rode with him to his house. At least he wasn't sleeping on the street in his car, he thought to himself as he chatted with Evan in the way home.

Later that night, Evan wanted some type of payment for assisting him with a place to sleep tonight. "I know you have to pay to get your vehicle towed and repaired, but I would also like some form of compensation for helping you today." He slightly suggested to Greg. At least $100 would be nice, he thought to himself.

Greg couldn't pay him anything cash wise. He had spent the last of his cash at a gas station some time ago. All he had was his credit cards. And he needed to use them when he call for a tow truck to the repair garage. "Unfortunately, I don't have any cash handy, but as soon as I get to an ATM, I can pay you." He spoke as he thought about checking his bank account. He looked for his cellphone since he forgot to charge it up. After looking through the things he brought with him, he realized he had left the cellphone and charger in the trunk of his car. There was no way for him to call for assistance since he didn't have the numbers in his phone memorized.

Evan didn't like not being compensated. "I need to go back to my car to get my phone, I left it in my car. I just now realized that. If you don't mind assisting one more time." He heard Greg request his help again with no means of compensating him. He wasn't helping anymore unless there was something in it for him. "What about compensating me for my gas?" He asked back. Greg just shrugged his shoulders, showing an empty wallet with no cash. He left the room and came back with two glasses in his hands. "I will give you a ride after we both have a drink. I just need one to calm my frustration at the moment. " He spoke while handing one glass to Greg. He took several gulps from his while still observing Greg.

Greg didn't want to be rude to his host, who was helping him, so he took several gulps from the glass. Whatever it was, it was very tasty. So he quickly drunk the whole glass down without a second thought. "That was delicious. What was......" Suddenly, he felt himself woozy. He tried to speak, but he found it difficult to form words that would be coherent. He saw Evan smiling back at him as he lost his balance and fell to the floor.

"You may not understand, but I wanted compensation for helping you. And I know exactly how you can do that. It's a good thing for me that you left your phone behind. I don't have to worry about anyone looking for you at my place," he spoke and stripped Greg of his clothes and shoes. He came back with his TF Ray device. "You will be compensation for my help. At least that elixir I gave you will make you durable material for my new boots." He laughed and fired at Greg.

Greg tried to fight, not losing consciousness, but he lost. He couldn't understand what Evan was saying to him, but he had a feeling it would be bad. Losing the battle, he closed his eyes, not knowing what was about to happen to him.

THE NEXT DAY......

Greg finally awoke from his long slumber. He tried to move, but found his body unresponsive to the mental command to move. His body felt like it was reshaped and split in half. That wasn't all. He felt pressure of something crushing down on him that was causing him an extreme amount of pain, along with a slightly foul odor pressed on his face. He could faintly hear Evan talking to someone. What he heard completely shocked him. How could the nice stranger do this to him, he wondered.

"Man, the boots feel wonderful. I plan to keep them for years, especially since I want to test my durability formula." Evan laughed, talking to his friend on the phone while sitting in his truck. His friend asked where he got the boots from. "I was helping some stranger yesterday, and he couldn't pay me back for helping him, so I decided he would be the one as compensation. I tricked him and turned him into my boots. So I feel well compensated." He heard his friend laughing at the other end of the conversation. "Yeah, the dumb ass left his phone behind, so I get to keep him forever as my boots. Oh well, he has to get used to my feet for a while." He spoke and laughed. His friend laughed along with him.

TWO WEEKS LATER....

Greg had felt like he was in hell. Evan's feet tortured him every day. The constant crushing under his feet was relentless and without mercy. He was in pain every day. Even when he took him off his feet, he could still feel Evan's weight crushing him. Several nights, Evan would stuff the socks he had worn that day inside the boots. The torture was that some of those socks he had worn for several days. The foul stench would mentally keep him awake all night long. He was treated like any other footwear. He was a former human who had a life, job, friends, and family. And it was all completely taken away just because Evan wanted to be compensated for his troubles. Each day, he mentally pleaded and begged Evan to release him, but there was no response since the boots couldn't speak. Now, all he had to look forward to was being thrown away eventually. At least he hoped so. But hearing that he was given a durable formula, he could last for years in good condition, which meant Evan's feet would own him for ages. Greg mentally wept for his fate.

[estirose]

A (relatively) short TapXR wearable keyboard review

TL;DR: An unusual but handy and kinda fun keyboard currently (as of late 2023) let down by a rushed winter holiday release and issues carried over from earlier models, but updates are coming to fix issues and add features.

The keyboards put out by Tap Systems (Tap from now on) are always hard to explain in a short review. They are keyboards without keys, instead using finger taps to indicate letters, numbers, symbols, and punctuation. If you like quirky, unusual keyboards and are willing to put up with some of the issues, this may be a fun and handy one to use. 

(Pictured: The TapXR in top and side view - the black part is the sensor)

In order to keep this review from being even longer than it already is, I’m going to try to summarize the salient points, and maybe write a much longer review later.

The TapXR is the third of the Tap Bluetooth keyboards, following the Tap Strap in 2016 and the Tap Strap 2 in 2018. Earlier models resembled rings attached together with cords and worn at the base of the fingers; the TapXR uses an entirely different form factor. (This is not my first Tap keyboard as I own a Tap Strap.)

Comes with: My box came with both large and small wristbands, the sensor, a charging cradle, a quick start guide, a reference card outlining most of the Tap Alphabet, and a 20% off on an extra wristband.

Why I like this keyboard: I just love weird and unusual keyboards. In addition, it’s small, very portable, and easy to activate. During my work day, I often use it with my phone to write quick notes for things I need to do or look up later, and after work, I switch it to my Steam Deck to type in text, make notes, and do other things that benefit from keyboard input when I'm playing games. In addition, if I want to, I can configure a custom keyboard for frequently-used key presses.

Compatibility: Anything that can take input from a Bluetooth keyboard. Tap has a video guide on how to enable input on the Apple Watch.

Form factor: The TapXR is a small sensor attached to a stiff, rubbery-feeling band that is worn around the wrist/arm - on the underside of the wrist/arm when using the keyboard and on the top of the wrist when not. I wish that Tap had made a medium band as the large is definitely too large but the small sometimes feels a bit tight on my wrist.  That being said, I've worn it all day with no issues.

How the keyboard works: The sensor module uses a camera along with other sensors to detect finger and hand movement. Letters, symbols, punctuation, and symbols are formed by tapping one or more fingers on a (preferably hard) surface in what Tap calls the Tap Alphabet.

Turning on and off: Very easy. The keyboard turns on when you extend the sensor from the band and turns off when retracted. I suggest keeping the keyboard off unless needed.

Battery: Currently, I can get about 1-3 hours of power, but I find the keyboard recharges fairly quickly in its charging cradle (which uses a USB-C connection; you may wish to connect it to a USB-A to USB-C connector if you don’t have a ready way to plug into USB-C). Hopefully future firmware updates will up this battery life to the promised 10 hours.

Learning the keyboard: Takes some time due to the specialized nature of how this keyboard works. Expect to put several hours into practice before being able to form the muscle memory needed to type without constantly checking a reference, and even more to type at a decent speed. Unfortunately, the usual training apps (TapGenius and TapAcademy) have not been updated to work with the TapXR; reports on various forums indicate that the community has only been able to get the apps working sporadically with the new keyboard. The main app (TapManager) has some basic tutorials; I find the basic tutorial easy to follow but had trouble with the more advanced one despite being fairly familiar (though rusty) with the Tap Alphabet.

Accuracy: Sometimes, the sensor does not detect the finger positions correctly, causing the wrong set of finger taps to be read and therefore the wrong character to be output. (This being said, I generally find the keyboard more accurate than the Tap Strap, especially on softer surfaces.) As a left-handed person, I think the sensor sometimes misinterprets the camera input and tries to interpret my typing as if I was right-handed, which also causes incorrect character output. Typing on a harder surface provides more accuracy than a softer surface, though I’ve actually been able to type pretty accurately on my couch. Hopefully some of the accuracy issues I and others are currently seeing will be fixed - or at least mitigated - in a later firmware update.

Speed: Most people after a lot of training can type up to 30wpm, with the speed record at slightly over 60wpm. I’m currently typing (after a week of trying to both remember the Tap Alphabet after being rusty and trying to remember my fingers needed to be visible to the camera) at about 10-14wpm. Some of this is the accuracy issues mentioned above, some of it is because of the way that the Tap Alphabet is set up.

Mouse: I did not get a chance to test this feature as it was not available as of the writing of this review. It is supposed to come in an update in early 2024. 

Configuration: During setup, you’re prompted to download TapManager for either iOS or Android. TapManager is used to push firmware updates and settings, add custom keyboards (your own or someone else’s), and as noted above, provides a minimal set of tutorials on how to wear the TapXR and how to do basic tapping/typing. It does not need to be open to use the keyboard.

[princessmisery666]

Hands On You - Part 3 - All Or Nothing Mini Series

Summary: The fallout begins as the events of the previous night are revealed. 

Warnings: angst, fluff, physical violence described.

W/C: 3k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Robert “Bob” Floyd.

Pairing: Rooster x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Graphics: dividers @writercole // title card made by me.

Catch Up Here: All Or Nothing

Master Lists: Top Gun Maverick // All The Fandoms

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // all mistakes are my own.

Hands On You

You wake up surrounded by the familiar scent of Bradley; reaching out for him, your hand hits cold sheets. Pouting, you roll over and bury your head in his pillow to breathe in his scent, letting the trace of his coconut shampoo and minty body wash comfort you. 

You thought he might have skipped his run, seeing as you showed up on his doorstep a little after two am. But the man is nothing if not consistent.

Your head hurts, the thrum of excessive alcohol consumption and hours spent crying catching up to you like a freight train. 

You roll back over to check the time. You're not surprised to see that it’s just past midday. A glass of water and a bottle of aspirin prop up a note. 

I love you. DON’T move. I’ll be right back. -  scrawled in Bradley’s awful handwriting. 

You chuckle and shuffle to sit up, resting against the headboard to sip the water and knock back two pills. You glare at your phone, half hoping the battery is dead, but you know Bradley will have charged it for you.

You finish the glass of water before you have the energy to reach for it.

You have over a hundred missed calls from Jake but surprisingly, no messages. Maybe he was worried Bradley would listen to or read them. The phone buzzes in your hand, making you jump. The picture of you smooshing a kiss into Jake’s cheek flashes on the screen as he attempts call number one hundred and twelve.

The phantom sensation of his mouth crushing yours burns slightly, and you rub at your lips to dispel the feeling.

“I can’t do this,” you sigh, pressing decline and sending the latest attempt to voicemail.

You should get up, do something productive or at least wash your face or any other task to take your mind off Jake, but you don’t have the emotional capacity or willpower to make your legs move.

What was Jake thinking? There must be something wrong; the amount he was drinking, his behavior, it was all so out of character. Something must be up, but you need a clearer head and bacon before you even try to psychoanalyze him.

The door opens, and Bradley’s smile beams when he sees you awake. “Hey, sleeping beauty,” he greets, placing the large mug of coffee on the nightstand and kissing your forehead as he drops to a seat beside you.

“I missed you,” you pout, “I like waking up with you.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says and kisses your lips softly. “I went to Cole’s bakery. Got you all your favorites. Thought it might cheer you up.”

You grip his neck and pull him into you to deliver a hard, passionate kiss. Of course, he didn’t go for a run and instead drove forty minutes to get you your favorite sweet treats. 

“How’d I get so lucky to find you?” you sigh when the kiss ends naturally.

“I’m the lucky one,” he grins boyishly. He lifts your hands and flattens your palms against his cheeks, “but you feel that?” he winks, “husband material.”

You laugh affectionately and tease, “is that a proposal?”

His brow raises comically high, “my plan is a little more extravagant than hungover in bed after an argument with your best friend,” he promises, leaning forward to set a kiss on your temple. “Besides, maybe we should try living together first, which is a proposal.”

Butterflies dance in your stomach, and fleetingly you think introducing you to Bradley may be the only good thing Jake has ever done for you. But that’s anger and confusion talking. 

“I love you,” you sigh.

“Is that a yes?” he asks, eyes full of hope but a hint of worry in his tone. “To moving in. Not the least extravagant non-proposal ever.” 

You laugh, nodding, “That’s a yes.”

“I love you.” He smiles cheekily, “even with this crazy bedhead,” Bradley jests ruffling your hair, and you only remember now that it got wet.

“I should take a shower,” you chuckle.

“Probably a good idea.” He nods in agreement, his nose wrinkling before he turns somber. “Are you ready to talk about it yet?” 

You drop your eyes to look at your hands, shaking your head. You don’t even know where to start. You’re still confused as to what the hell did happen. Though Bradley was seriously concerned with how distraught you were when you showed up on his doorstep, he accepted your explanation of a fight with Jake and didn’t press for details while he consoled you.

Your phone buzzes on the wooden top, and you quickly look at it to see it’s Jake again.

“He’s been blowing your phone up all morning,” Bradley says, “maybe you should talk to him.”

The pity in his voice is sweet, but you know it wouldn’t be there if he knew the details. 

“I will,” you choke, then clear your throat, “just not right now.”

“Okay,” he says, getting to his feet and pulling you with him. He wraps you in a tight hug; hands planted firmly on your ass. “I’m gonna go make you some bacon.” He kisses your neck and pats your butt, “don’t be long.” 

“Yes, sir,” you tease, giving a half-assed salute as you step around him.

“That’s Lieutenant Bradshaw to you, cadet,” he says, smacking your butt as you pass.

You squeak and jump, looking over your shoulder to give him a playful scowl. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and it's clear he was checking you out.

A shower sounds good, but a shower with Bradley sounds heavenly. You clutch the bottom of your tank top and pull it over your head. Dropping the shirt to the floor, you spin on the balls of your feet, flashing a flirty smile, and find your playful mood reflected in his expression. You curl an inviting finger, and his eyes roam down your naked torso. His whole body tenses, and a spark of anger ignites behind his eyes that are fixated on your leg.

“Baby?” 

The controlled restraint in his voice and thick swallow as if something is stuck in his throat is disquieting. “Tell me what happened.” His gaze is laser-focused on your frame, and you follow his line of sight. 

“Fuck,” you mutter upon seeing the three reddening finger marks on your inner thigh.

Bradley’s tone is stilted, the calmness almost frightening. “Y/N, you need to tell me exactly what happened.”

“It’s not what it looks like,” you panic, worrying he may think you’ve been unfaithful. “Jake, um, he…” How do you say it? “He tried to kiss me.” No, that's wrong. “He did kiss me, but I stopped him.”

His neck flushes crimson, and his eyes all but disappear as deep creases pull his brow tight, “Did you tell him to stop, or did you have to physically restrain him?” 

You don’t want to lie, but you don’t want to push the detonation button on his fury, either. “Bradley,” you caution, “let’s sit down and talk about this.”

Slowly his stare raises to meet your eyes, and he asks, “Did Seresin put his hands on you?”

“Bradley, I…”

He doesn’t wait for you to finish, spinning and marching out of the room.

“Fuck! Bradley, wait!” You hear him in the kitchen searching for his keys. He has a habit of throwing them down and forgetting where he left them. 

You plant yourself against the front door, naked back pressed to the cold wood. He freezes when he appears in the hallway seeing you blocking his path. 

“Y/N, move,” he demands through gritted teeth. 

“No. Bradley, please calm down.” 

He stalks closer; his cheeks flushed with the rage he’s barely containing. “Move!” he grits again.

“If you want me to move, you’re gonna have to put your hands on me, and I know you won’t.” 

He weighs his options, eyes imploring, begging you not to push him. His chest heaves as he tries to calm himself down, and when his shoulders slump, you take a step forward to rest a hand on his cheek. He leans into it, closing his eyes and sliding his arms around your waist.

“I need you to know I didn’t reciprocate,” you gently state.

His eyes spring open as if the thought only just occurred to him, and his brow creases with anguish. “I didn’t think you did.” 

You smile, light and fleeting, before taking a deep breath, hoping he’s calm enough to listen now. But before you can begin your defense of Jake, Bradley kisses you.

It’s tender and gentle, a contrast to the rage that burned within him moments ago. But it’s too timid, almost as if he’s afraid of hurting you. You make it deeper, running your tongue against his lips, and he sighs as he lets you in, arms tightening as he lifts you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you the short distance to set you atop the kitchen counter. Running your hands under his white t-shirt, you scrape your nails down his stomach, and he growls into your mouth.

He steps back and encases your hands with his own when you try to lift his t-shirt. His eyes are mournful as they meet yours.

“I’m sorry,” he says before turning and bolting out of the room. You make it into the hallway just as he rushes out the front door. 

Sneaky bastard. You can’t exactly chase after him in a pair of panties. “Fuck!” you yell, rushing to the bedroom to get dressed.

Jake shoots back the shot of whiskey Jimmy poured for him before opening hours. The old timer took pity on him, and as pathetic as Jake felt, he despised the woeful pat on the back Jimmy delivered before continuing his restocking of the bar. 

He knows what’s coming the second he hears the Bronco’s door slam shut. Regardless of the circumstance, he had kissed Bradley’s girlfriend and expects nothing less than a fist to the face. He swallows the scorching liquor and gets to his feet just as Bradley barges through the door of the empty Hard Deck. 

Bradley’s face is even more full of rage than when he lunged at Jake during the Dagger mission training, and rightfully so. Rooster uses the rage and the fury-filled pace to put more weight behind the punch that Jake accepts without resistance.

Bone crunches, copper floods his mouth, and blood drips from his nose, catching on his top lip. He grips the edge of the bar to save himself from falling on his ass, and while his back is turned, he blinks away the tears that sting his eyes. He stands straight, smearing the blood as he attempts to wipe it away with the back of his hand, wincing as he swipes over the split on his lip.

“That’s all you get,” Jake tells him. “One free shot.”

Bradley grabs him, bunching the collar of his shirt in his fist, arm winding back to strike him again. “You put your hands on my girl, and you think you can get away with only a bloody nose!”

“You don’t own her,” Jake mumbles, swiping at the blood again. “You only know her because of me.” 

Bradley drags him closer, nose to nose, spittle flying as he growls, “you bruised her!” Forcing Jake back against the bar, he holds him at arm’s length and strikes again. Jake deflects it as best he can, lifting an arm, but it connects with his left eye. This time, Bradley’s rage is the only thing holding him up.

“What?” Jake asks, shoving the angry man back and straightening his shirt. He knew he’d crossed a line in kissing you and trying to get you to sleep with him. But leaving a mark on you? That’s crossing a fucking wall, let alone a line. 

“Yeah,” Bradley tells him, eyes wide and chest puffing. “She came to me bawling her eyes out. She was so fucking upset that I could barely get a word out of her. She said you two had a fight, but I didn’t know it got physical until this afternoon!” 

“It wasn’t,” Jake defends. 

“So explain the perfectly shaped fingerprints on her thigh!” 

“I didn’t-” Jake starts but cuts himself off when you burst through the door in a worried flurry, followed by Phoenix and Bob. He assumes you called them for backup when you couldn’t stop Rooster on your own.

He knows that you would have tried. You’d have begged Bradley to leave it be. You hate violence, no matter how much someone deserves it.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Jake implores as you rush to step between them.

You put your back to Jake, barely acknowledging his existence, and place a gentle hand on Bradley’s chest, encouraging him to back up with a quiet voice. “Bradley, baby,” you say, “he’s bleeding. It’s enough.”

“He’s lucky he’s still breathing!” Bradley snaps.

“Please, can we just go?” you beg.

Bradley finally stops staring daggers at Jake and gives you his attention. His expression immediately softens, worry and affection replacing the fury. Jake’s thankful he can’t see the wounded expression you must have to make Rooster so concerned.

Jake bites down on his teeth, and pain skitters across his jaw. Bradley’s knocked some of his teeth loose. Clenching his fists, his fingernails dig into his palms to stop himself from reaching out to touch you. There’s no need for Bradley to restrain himself, and it makes Jake crazy jealous when he dips to softly kiss your lips.

He closes his eyes, not wanting to see it, and when he opens them again, Bradshaw is leading you away, arm around your waist, gripping your hip. 

“Y/N, wait,” Jake calls.

No one reacts to him. It's as if he’s not there.

“Y/N, please,” he shouts louder, taking a step forward, and Bob stops him that time.

“Leave it alone, Hangman,” Bob warns, a firm hand on his shoulder.

Jake slaps his hand away, and then Phoenix is in his face, “Back off!”

He doesn’t need to add fighting with Phoenix and Bob to his list of bad choices, so he remains in place. “I just wanna talk to her.”

“No,” Phoenix commands as she and Bob follow you out. 

He watches you walk away, your head hanging low, Rooster tugging you closer, placing a kiss in your hair. He’s running out of time. He’s going to lose you. Phoenix and Bob protect your rear, walking backward to keep an eye on him as if they expect him to attack. 

Just as Bradley pushes the door open, Jake shouts, “Y/N. I’m in love with you!”

Everyone freezes. Jake stops breathing.

Bradley is the first to recover from the shock, spinning on his heels and walking toward Jake with a reignited fury. Bob and Phoenix are hot on his tail, grabbing his arms to hold him back. “What the hell did you say?” 

You run to stand in front of him, forcibly pushing against his chest to get him to stop. “Please, Bradley, don’t.” 

Bradshaw stills, and Phoenix and Bob move to stand between him and Jake. You remain with your hands firmly on Bradley’s chest, not trusting that he’s let the ire go. Jake waits for you to look at him, staring you down and ignoring everyone else.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he says when you finally turn to face him. “I was so out of line, and I’ll never be able to apologize enough.” He doesn't want to say this through Phoenix and Bob, so he boldly steps around them to stand before you, but then Bradley steps forward, putting you behind him. 

“I’m sorry, Bradshaw,” Jake says, and it's only partly insincere. “I need her to hear me out, and I’m not gonna stop till she does.”

“She can hear you just fine from over there,” Bradley grits.

Jake holds his hands up and takes a half step back but squares his shoulders, showing Bradley that’s as far as he’s willing to go.

Bradley purses his lips but looks back at you, and Jake sees your tiny nod before your boyfriend steps aside. It only mildly breaks his heart that you seek out Bradley’s hand as if you need the reassurance that he’s still there.

You sigh heavily, but he sees a glimpse of softness. “Say whatever you’ve got to say.”

“I’m sorry for the way I handled things. I shouldn’t have taken it that far, and being drunk is no excuse, but I meant what I said. I love you.” 

“He told you he loved you last night?” Bradley accuses. 

“Yeah,” you say defensively, “but it was the same way he’s said it a million times over the last twenty years we’ve been friends.”

“That’s not how I meant it. I’m in love with you. I never thought a civilian and an officer could work, but you two prove that it does,” he points between you and Rooster, understanding how backward and completely fucked his logic is. “I want you, Y/N, I always have. When I picture myself happy and settled down, it’s always with you. It’s always been you. I just never let myself feel it.”

The confession stands in the air like a poisonous fog, everyone holding their breath to see who will be affected first.

He sees the tears shimmer in your eyes, and it gives him a small sense of macabre hope. You haven’t immediately rejected him, but Rooster catches onto that notion too. 

“Y/N?” he asks, dropping your hand and stepping closer, half concealing Jake’s view of you. “Say something.”

You look from Jake to Rooster and back again. Mouth hanging slightly open as if choking on the words you can’t seem to form. 

“I…” you try, but tears slip from your eyes before you turn and run out.

Bradley turns to follow you, but Phoenix steps in his path. “I got this,” she says, resting a hand on his arm. “Bob, don’t let them two kill each other,” she calls as she jogs out after you.

Part 4 (end) - Broken Promises

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Night stop

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader X Dark!Brock Rumlow.

Word count: 1613 words.

Summary: You stop at an old hotel for the night but the accommodation is not as nice as it seems.

Warnings: Horror, dub-con, smut not so explicit, stalk, mention of crimes.

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You made a gesture of exasperation. You were sure that you had gotten lost. You threw your cell phone into the passenger seat. The battery had died, so you could not use the GPS or any application to know where you were or where you could rest for the night.

From the glove compartment, you pulled out the map, which apparently indicated that you were in the middle of nowhere on the road. Obviously, you could not stop in that place; it would be very dangerous. You checked the gas tank indicator; you still had enough to continue your trip for a couple of hours. You expected to find a hotel or a place to rest. You knew that you would not be able to keep driving all night since you felt tired. And there was still a long way to go to get to the audition. You were so confident that you would be chosen, and your desire to play the lead role was so strong that you didn't mind travelling across the country to the location where the auditions were holding. You always knew your future was bright and you would do whatever it took to make sure it was.

You travelled ten kilometers more and saw a sign for a hotel. Although you could not distinguish the name, you would have to deviate a little from the road to get to the hotel, but you really needed to rest, apart from saying that it was approximately one kilometer away. You go along the nearby road as marked by the signs. You stopped when you arrived at the place. You frowned when you saw the hotel. You weren't sure if it was still running; the place looked too old.

You turned off the car engine, took your bag, and got out. You did not notice the movement in one of the curtains of the place. You stopped when you put your hand on the door of the enclosure. You turned and looked around. Everything was quiet. You slowly pushed the door. You smiled when you noticed that it was not safe. That meant that the hotel was still working. You rang the doorbell at the reception when you didn't see anyone. It was past ten o'clock at night, so probably the person in charge was asleep.

A few seconds later, a blond man emerged from what appeared to be a small office behind the lobby wall. He looked friendly and gave you a warm smile and a welcome greeting.

"Hello... Steve," you said, looking at the name on his uniform badge. "I would like a room for one night, please," you asked.

"A person?" Steve asked, and you nodded.

"What's wrong?" Another man asked, coming out of the same place.

"We have a guest," Steve replied in a calm tone.

You watched the two men; there was something that drew your attention to both of them, but you didn't think you needed to be concerned because you'd only be there for one night. Steve waved a hand in front of your face; you hadn't heard what he said because you were focused on your thoughts.

"Is the payment in advance?" You asked immediately, although you didn't know what Steve had told you.

"Half right now and a half when you check out," Brock replied.

You swallowed hearing his voice; it had made you feel something "strange" inside.

"Miss, is everything okay?" Steve's voice had a hint of concern.

"Oh, of course, sorry," you said, opening your wallet to get the card. "You accept cards, right? " You could feel your heart beating rapidly.

Steve nodded with a smile, which you returned to him while giving him your card to pay.

"Enjoy your stay.

"Because he's not leaving," Brock mumbled almost inaudibly. You turned around because you didn't understand what he told you.

"Excuse me?"

He said, "Have a good night," and he asked if he had brought suitcases to help him get them to his room. It's part of our service, "Steve quickly corrected to divert your attention while directing a quick warning glance at Brock.

"Thank you, too. My bags are in the trunk of my car, "you replied.

Brock walked you to the car. You opened the trunk. He took out your bags and took them to the room you would be in that night.

Even though the look on the outside and at the reception looked deplorable, very old and dirty, the room was pretty much the opposite; clean, cozy, comfortable, not as modern as other hotels you had stayed in, but it had a TV and phone. You had not even thought that such services were possible in that place that seemed so far from civilization, they would probably fail. You turned on the TV. You didn't even pay attention to the movie that was playing at the time. You opened one of the suitcases to take out your clothes. All you wanted was to take a shower and then sleep. You really needed to rest.

You showered However, the feeling that someone was watching you was constant. Even though you had checked the whole room before anything else, you did not find any cameras or anything suspicious. Maybe it was your nerves or the stress of hearing, but for the moment, you needed to relax and unwind in order to give the best performance of your life.

Just when you finished putting on your pajamas, someone knocked on your bedroom door, frowned strangely, moved the curtain a little, and saw that it was Steve, who opened the door a little. You thought there might be some problem with your payment or room.

"Is there any problem?" you asked.

"None, nothing else. I brought you tea, courtesy of the house," Steve replied, showing you the steaming cup, which you drank carefully and thanked him with a smile.

You had the tea. It tasted delicious. It even had the temperature that you liked to drink it at. Although you found it strange that it was one of them who took it to you and not someone else from the staff, maybe they didn't even have more staff, they probably wouldn't have had many customers.

You laughed when a thought went through your head. At least the two employees you spoke to were too attractive. Of course, you wish something else had happened.

You put aside the curtain to look out the window. Even the lights at the reception were off. You didn't even know if there were more guests. You couldn't see the book. You barely remembered that you didn't even sign it. However, you didn't think there was any problem if you did it the next morning. You got under the blankets. Strangely, the bed was too comfortable, just like the one at home. You lowered your hand. You thought about touching yourself for a while. However, you felt too tired and closed your eyes.

You weren't sure how many hours had passed, but suddenly, you felt a hand running down your legs. You tried to open your eyes, but your eyelids looked like they were very heavy. Although you didn't pay much attention, it was probably some sort of dream.

After several minutes, the feeling was stronger. The hands were rising higher until they caressed your underwear. You were definitely not dreaming. You opened your eyes with a lot of effort. What you felt you no longer believed was a dream. You felt that a hand covered your mouth so that you could not scream. You used slaps to try to get rid of whoever was on your case.

"You better keep quiet, don't make things more difficult," Brock whispered in your ear as he continued to caress you, causing you to let out a choked moan.

"You seem to need help," Steve said from the door. You looked at him.

You didn't know how it had happened. It all happened so fast, but when you realized Brock was fucking you while you were sucking it on Steve, it all made sense.

"I thought you had a pretty face ever since I saw you when you got out of your car," Steve said, one hand caressing your left nipple and the other hand taking your hair to help him to fuck your mouth.

"It's been a long time since a woman as beautiful as you visited us," Brock spoke as he raised his leg further to deepen his onslaught.

The next morning, you were still trying to process what happened. You had the two men by your side.

"I told you; you weren't going to leave. We didn't plan to do the same thing to you as the other girls because you're so cute," Brock realized that you had already woken up.

You laughed when you heard their words because, after the first time they fuck you, you had decided to forget the audition and stay there to live with them. They have already shown you that they could please you in everything you wanted. In the end, your goal of being a famous actress was to have enough money to buy all your whims. But you knew they could do it. After all, you had heard their conversation, where they confessed many things.

Apart from that, if you caught the attention of the media, they could easily find you for some crimes you had committed. Although you were really surprised that they knew about it, you also knew their secrets, so nobody would betray anyone. Finally, you found a safe place that you could consider your home. There was no need to keep fleeing.

[joeyhsquared]

Train to Portland

“No, no, no!”

I ran down the platform just as the doors to the train were closing. I made it to the yellow line in time to watch it begin to inch its way down the tracks, away from the station. “Fuck,” I whispered, glancing down at the watch on my right wrist. 8:10pm. Departure time. And there were no more trains to Portland until tomorrow afternoon. I knew I shouldn’t have risked the bathroom break. “Shit.”

With a deep sigh, I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and made my way back to the ticket booth. A quick check to my bank account told me that there was no way in hell I was going to afford another ticket, dinner, and a hotel room. Probably not even at the most cockroach infested shit-hole I could find. I was lucky if I could afford my ticket and a McChicken. With a dejected exhale, I shuffled my way up to the wiry old woman who worked behind the plexiglass of the ticket booth. “Hello.” I gave a small, awkward wave. “I missed the 8:10 train to Portland...is there any way I could trade in this ticket for one for tomorrow?” I begged.

The woman didn’t say a word. Instead, she pointed up toward a sign taped to the inside of the booth that read, “NO REFUNDS, NO RETURNS, NO EXCHANGES.”

“Right. Well, can I buy a ticket for tomorrow?”

A skinny, wrinkled hand shot out from the cut-out above the counter. It opened, then closed, then opened again. I gave her an incredulous look, but placed my debit card into her open palm. She typed the numbers into her computer, snatched a ticket from the printer, then slid them across the counter. I grabbed them with reflexes that were a surprise to me, and gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you.”

The woman nodded, then turned back to her computer. I’d been dismissed.

I stuffed the ticket into my wallet and started toward the benches against the wall near the entrance doors. A loud bang sounded behind me and I turned, startled. The old woman in the ticket booth shook her head and pointed to the wall to her left: NO LOITERING.

I couldn’t help the annoyed look I shot her way before storming out the doors. The cold breeze slapped against my cheeks, turning them instantly red, and I sunk my head and shrugged my shoulders in a feeble attempt to warm them. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and groaned at the 15% battery life I had left. As quickly as I could with my fingers growing numb, I pulled up my bank account. I bit my lip at the very low number that sat boldly at the top of my screen. If I could find a 24 hour McDonald’s, I could buy a cheeseburger and at least charge my phone. And if I was lucky, maybe catch an hour or two of sleep in a booth near the back.

With a decent plan in place, I pulled up Google to search for the closest McDonald’s, only to find that it was twenty miles south in a different county. I realized at that moment that I didn’t even know where I was. I had only stopped here because the ticket was cheaper and I didn’t mind the switch. Only now, I was stuck in Podunk, Utah with next to no money and no where to go for the night.

I looked up and down the road. Nothing to see but closed shops illuminated by the glow of the streetlamps. With nothing to go on but intuition, I turned to my right and began walking down the worn, cracked sidewalk. All of the shops were connected, made of red brick and crumbling mortar with a skinny alleyway every fifth store. I’d probably made it about a half mile before I saw a pair of headlights in the distance: the first sign of life I’d come across since stepping out of the train station. I blame the cold for what I did next. I stopped, turned, and stuck my thumb out as far as it would go.

The car began to slow as it neared, as if the driver was debating whether or not to pick me up, but ultimately pulled over and turned on their hazards. The driver side window rolled down to reveal an older man, probably sixty-five, and who I assumed was his wife. “Are you all right?” the wife called. “Do you need a ride somewhere, honey?”

I dropped my fist to my side and began to cross the road toward where they had stopped. As I approached the window, I bent down to meet his eye and gave my award-winning smile. “Thank you so much for stopping,” I said. “I really appreciate it! I’m just looking for a place to go while I wait for tomorrow’s train…. Is there anywhere that’s open all night where I can get a cheap bite to eat and maybe charge my phone?”

The woman looked aghast. “Tomorrow’s train? Where will you sleep?!”

I gave her a sheepish grin. “Well, I’m hoping to catch a snooze on the way back to Portland, I just really need to charge my phone and get some dinner.”

The man turned to look at his wife and they seemed to have an entire conversation in the blink of an eye. The woman leaned in closer so that she could see me better. “Well, honey, we just went grocery shopping last night. Why don’t you come with us and we’ll get you a hot dinner and a warm bed to sleep in tonight.”

There was something about the look in her eye that gave me pause, but the rumbling in my stomach won. “That would be very kind of you, thank you. But really, I just need some dinner and some electricity and I’ll be out of your hair.”

The woman shook her head. “It’ll be close to freezing by midnight tonight. You’ll be staying with us and I won’t hear another word about it!”

I smiled and nodded graciously. “Thank you so much, ma’am, I really appreciate it.”

I heard the click of the lock and opened the rear door., pushed my suitcase onto the seat behind the woman, and slid in next to it before closing the door behind me. The ride was short and full of small talk. Where did I grow up? Where was I going? Did I like living there? What did I do for work?

They were mindless questions that I answered without much thought. I grew up in Seattle. I was going back home to Portland. Yes, I did like living there. I’m currently looking for a job, which is what I was doing in Santa Fe. I endured about fifteen minutes of more questions about myself before we arrived at their house. It was a blue suburban at the top of a picturesque cul de sac. The yard looked freshly mowed and the bushes in the front were pruned to perfection. It was the kind of house that I dreamed about living in with my future husband and our three boys.

We all exited the car and made our way into the house. It was as beautiful as I imagined it would be. A gold chandelier hung from the entryway ceiling, illuminating the foyer that lead into the living room. Pictures hung in white frames on the walls and there was an ottoman to her right that the woman sat on and began to remove her shoes. I followed suit, not wanting to be rude or to track mud onto the pristine blue and white rug that lay on the hardwood before her. I placed my shoes on the mat by the ottoman. “Your house is beautiful,” I complimented.

The man smiled and spoke for the first time. “Thank you very much, Jenny.”

I froze. Throughout the entire interrogation on the way here, never had they asked me what my name was – and never had they reciprocated. My heart began to pound and I could feel the anxiety creeping into my chest, numbing my fingers. “W-what?” I stuttered.

The woman rose from her seat with an identical smile and took a step toward me, hand outstretched. I couldn’t move. I watched in slow motion as she stood before me and stroked my cheek with her cold hand. “You’re a beautiful woman, Jenny,” she crooned.

I recoiled, tearing my face away from her hands. My mouth opened to speak, to say anything, but the words wouldn’t form. I couldn’t whisper or scream or tell these weirdos to fuck off. Everything I wanted to say – everything I could say – was trapped in my trachea. I took a step back, only to have my heel collide with the heavy wood of the front door. My back pressed against it and I leaned as far away from her outreached hands as I could. The woman took a step forward and her fingertips once again connected with my cheek. This time she cupped it, held it delicately as though I may shatter at the slightest tremor.

Her smile never faded as she stepped forward again, bringing us chest to chest. I could see every detail of her face: every wrinkle, every acne scar, every pore. I could see the plaque building up on her yellowing teeth, the dry skin around her nostrils.

And I could see the look in her eye. A look that I’ll never forget. It was hungry, playful, like a lioness about to catch her antelope. I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Then, it morphed. Her pupils began to dilate, wider and wider until her hazel iris was no longer visible and the whites of her eyes turned a deep red, as though all of the vessels in her eyes had spontaneously burst. Her wide smile remained.

I could see behind her the man who had yet to move. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he, too, began to change. His skin began to slough off in sheets, landing in thick, wet piles on floor. It began with his forehead, then his cheeks, and nose, and chin, and neck. It continued to peel away, revealing wet raw meat that smelled of iron. The last thing to fall were his lips, still stretched into a grin.

This time, I did scream. I closed my eyes and released a deep, guttural scream that couldn’t be emulated by even the scariest of movies.

And then it was gone. All noise, all sensations, gone. It was like someone had vacuumed the air from my lungs. My heart squeezed in my chest, begging for oxygen. My ribs tried desperately to expand, but could only produce a strangled squeak from the bottom of my throat.

My eyes snapped open to find the woman mere inches away, with her mouth wide, jaw dislocated and dangling down to her chest. Her tongue lolled to the side like an overheated dog’s. She began to inhale a slow, raspy breath and it felt like my insides were about to pour from my mouth.

“It is your time,” the man spoke. I could no longer see him as my vision began to fade to black at the corners, but I could feel him coming closer. “Judgment day has arrived and your soul is ours for the taking. You will know nothing more than pain and torment, of sorrow and grief. You will beg for mercy, and you will not have it. You will be frightened and alone…forever.”

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7 best cheap golf simulators Under $1000 in 2021 – [Tested]

The golfer would love to have their own golf simulator setup, but unfortunately many aren’t able to afford mid-range simulators because the mid-range simulator price near about $5000. On the other hand, many golfers want to practice day or night but aren’t willing to pay more than $1000.

If you belong in this category then this article suits you. However, as golf simulator technology has advanced, very cheap solutions have appeared in the market.

There are some cheapest golf simulators available in the market to help you improve or enjoy golf in this COVID-19 situation, and in this article, I’ll review and compare our picks for the best golf simulator for under $1000 and some even are less than $500 bucks.

Things you should keep in mind before choosing best cheap golf simulators

Before we go further, you ought to understand that you'll get a limited experience with these sorts of cheap golf simulators. Some devices measures some shot data, simulation software, and maybe a net or mat, but not much more than this. Detailed shot data and more extra features you will get on a high-budgets simulator like SkyTark Golf Simulator, Trackman Golf, etc. But you don’t get advanced features on the cheap golf simulators. However, you’ll still get good experience and these cheap golf simulators can get your job done in terms of improving your game. We have tested all of those simulator setups. Some offer fewer features than others, but all of them give an exceptional home/outdoor golf simulators experience for the cost.

1. OptiShot 2 Golf Simulator for Home | Golf in A Box Series

Key Features:

Expanding library with 15 world-class golf courses.

Ability to play up to 4 players.

3D realistic environment.

Hit all shots from tee to hole.

Play with your own setup.

Practice shots from anywhere on the course.

Size: 1.5M long x 1.2M wide

High-quality dense foam and turf

Lightweight, easy to store, and has firm foam-based.

What’s Included:

Golf Simulation Software by Dancin’ Dogg

Infrared Optical Golf Simulator Swing Pad

OptiShot Practice Net.

OptiShot Hitting Mat

USB Cable, 10 feet long.

2 foam practice balls.

2 adjustable rubber tees.

Pros

Best visuals and course options

Training academy adds to the practice options

Only true studio system under $1000.

Comes as a package box and just plug it in and play

Swing stats with distance, speed, path, and clubface angle

Play online against other golfers

Cons

Doesn’t track actual ball flight, so you can miss launch angle

Graphics aren’t as good as other simulator sets

2. Rapsodo Mobile Launch Monitor for Golf Indoor and Outdoor

Key Features:

Professional-level accuracy: Distance accuracy is within 2.5% similar to Trackman, which is more than $30,000.

Set up within the 30s — Simply open the app, connect to your device via Bluetooth and start playing.

The instant real-time video feedback comes with a shot trace and data overlay which makes it easier to understand cause and effect.

Access your history to view averages, trajectory, dispersion, and standard deviation for each of your clubs.

Gps satellite view.

You can use it at home and outdoor also.

Pros

Very cheap price, under $500.

High quality and accurate

Whatever you needed, included in the box.

Can use your own sets

100% portability

Cons

Only compatible with ios(iPhone, iPad) devices.

Need a computer for a permanent home setup.

3. Rapsodo R-Motion and The Golf Club Simulator and Swing Analyzer

Key Features:

Play real rounds of golf with your friends by attaching your own clubs.

15 top courses included.

Incredibly accurate club and ball data.

Runs on your PC — no launch monitor or projector needed. 4 hours long battery life.

Extremely easy to use — just provide your own mat and net and start playing!

Play any time, no matter the weather.

What’s Included:

1 sensor

Clip

USB dongle

Charging cord

Pros

The incredible accuracy of the simulator

High-quality graphics

Software quality is also good

Cons

Don’t support Mac

Some users failed to connect to PC

4. FlightScope Mevo — Portable Personal Launch Monitor for Golf

Key Features:

You can use it at home, on the driving range, or even on the course.

MEASURE: It provides accurate real-time performance data to help you train and improve with every club in the bag.

EVALUATE Data parameters that include carrying distance, clubhead speed, ball speed, smash factor, vertical launch angle, spin, apex height, and flight time.

Automatically capture data and video on your mobile device.

Save and compare data over time to trace your progress.

Your videos and data are captured and stored automatically, allowing you to review each session, share together with your coach, and analyze your progress over time.

Real-Time Performance Data includes:

Carry distance

Clubhead speed

Ball speed

Spin rate

Launch angle

Smash factor

Apex height

Flight time

Pros

Very affordable

Usable on all OS

Truly portable system, using GPS for swing data analysis

A small device fits in your pocket or golf bag.

Cons

Accuracy can be affected sometimes by monitor placement.

Metallic stickers must be attached to every ball hit, which can take time

5. tittle X Home Golf Simulator 2021

Key Features:

The best home cheapest golf simulator has E6 Connect with 4K ultra-high definition.

Provides real screen golf experiences in various practice modes.

An impressive reaction rate of 0.1 sec provides no delay in data transfer.

The smart stick offers the ability to play golf at home.

Up to 8 people can play golf with this simulator.

Title X home simulator analyzes your swing with a fancy designed lightweight sensor.

What’s Included:

Title X Device

Swing Stick

E6 Connect Product Key

Charger Cable and Manual

Multi Clip and Bands

Fixed 4 Clips

Pros

Simple design, easy to use

12 courses included with purchase

Instant, live feedback on every swing.

Cons

Without a computer, you can analyze data

6. Phigolf Mobile and Home Smart Golf Game Simulator

Key Features:

Connect the app to your TV and immerse yourself in realistic golf courses available fully HD.

Enjoy a round of golf without the necessity for extra setup. Use the swing trainer included within the Phigolf WGT Edition and begin playing without nets or balls.

With the swing trainer measuring only 2 ft, Phigolf WGT Edition allows you to enjoy golf in your own front room.

Bad weather won’t stop you from having fun. Play golf anytime, anywhere; challenge your friends online — all at the comfort of your house.

What’s Included:

Game Simulator

Swing Stick

Pros

Realistic

Can play in your home

Has multiple practice options

Really cheap

Cons

Doesn’t allow the use of real clubs or balls

Can only be used indoors and not on range or course

7. Matro Home Screen Golf Practice and Playing Simulator Tmax Swing Baro

Key Features:

You can play golf at your home or office or wherever together with your loved ones at any time.

Courses and Ranges Are ahead of You — This amazing unit can bring the golf courses and driving ranges into your home or office, wherever you’re in by TV connection.

Easy reference to TV and Just Play Golf — Connect main body with TV by HDMI cable and just play golf, no need internet or computer.

Perfect Equipment for The Novice and Experienced Golfer — it’s great to play and practice golf for both the novice and therefore the experienced golfer.

What’s Included:

Playing Simulator Tmax Swing Baro

Sensor, sensor clip

Practice stick

Pros

Multi-functional

Usable at home

Very easy to set-up

Affordable

Cons

Doesn’t allow the use of real clubs or balls

Can’t be used on range or course

Conclusion

Golf simulators became a lot more accessible and affordable over the past decade, and this suggests more golfers than ever before are ready to have their own personal setup.

Even a cheap golf simulator is often a huge boon to your golf toolkit. Finding a simulator package that may meet your needs is certainly possible with some research.

Each of the simulator options reviewed above offers excellent value for the price. We’ve given you the information you would like to create a decision; now it’s up to you to go the remainder of the way.

While it’s likely that no golf simulator setup will tick all of your boxes, some will come pretty near to doing so. If you wish for an excellent better experience, consider increasing your budget.

We highly recommend reading consumer and professional reviews of golf simulators to accumulate useful insights on how they really perform. this can assist you a lot within the decision-making process.

FAQ

What type of computer do I need? Can it be used on a Mac/iPhone/iPad?

Each system will have its own list of minimum system requirements. generally, though, you’ll need Windows 7 or later, 4gig of RAM, and a minimum of 1gig of disk drive space. an honest graphics card is going to be required to point out the courses in high definition, and you’ll need a powerful processor just like the Intel i5 or newer. Most of the listed systems here will work on Mac also as Windows PCs. However, you ought to double-check with the manufacturer before making a sale.

Will, I should buy these golf simulators?

No. Each listed simulator comes with everything you want to have to play, with the exception of mobile apps and computers. Of course, you’ll also need your own golf clubs to play, and you’ll always prefer to purchase more courses.

[yoichichi]

Bunny’s 200 follower event

request: Hey, congratulations on 200 followers, you truly deserve them :) ! Matchup for aot please? I'm bi, a preference towards girls irl but men in anime and fiction. I'm Intp, 5w6, true neutral. I like drawing, swimming, video games, sleeping. I have some weird "hobbies" like sitting in front of my washing machine when it's done and smelling all the clean clothes, taking photos of every single cat I see, sitting alone in my rooftop and listening to music late at night. I also have a lot of scented stuff laying around because I'm a sucker for nice clean smells. I consider myself smart, Im not social and I don't like crowds. Although I might seem cold or uninterested at first, I'm kind, trusting and understanding to those I open up to. I can be pretty lazy, however I always finish important stuff and never leave my room dirty. I'm 5"8, with an athletic and slightly curvy body type. I want an understanding and loyal partner. Preferably introverted, or at least someone that doesn't mind having more casual dates at home. I'm the "bottom" in a relationship so I would also look for someone who is more of a "top". I've found myself attracted to multiple ISTPs, but also other INTPs. I wouldn't want a loud, super extroverted or hot headed partner. (ex.bakugo, connie) I'm not very good at expressing emotions so I would prefer someone that can be patient with me and won't move things too fast. Sorry this is long, and thank you for doing this :>❤️

a/n: hi luv! Thanks for sending in the first request! And please don’t apologize for the length at all! I hope you enjoy! This is also not canonverse! I write these in mind with modern!au if that makes sense :)

Warnings: nsfw-ish themes but generally sfw

Reading your request, you have been matched with...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Reiner Braun

Ok first things first with you and Reiner: naps naps naps

This man is big, warm, definitely smells like fresh laundry, and definitely likes to cuddle. So the fact you like to sleep? Yeah napping is becoming his favorite pastime with you

Definitely a big spoon type of guy but would also love it with your face buried in his chest, you can also smell how good he smells this way!

Tell him he smells good and he ~will get flustered idc

Ok but this man would send photos of cats to you

He’d be on a run and see a cat and immediately whip out his phone to send you a Snapchat, that’s like the only time he uses it at this point LMAO

Reiner would be such an understanding partner and LOVE stay at home dates

He’s definitely a bit of a homebody so getting to have cute little dates where you guys cook some stupid fancy dinner together are a must

He’s on the quieter side like you in public but definitely takes charge in the relationship with initiating things

The type to order for you in public and remember your order exactly but still looks at you after every time like, “that’s what you wanted, right?”

Please kiss his cheek and reassure him it’s correct it’ll make his year

The top in the relationship for sure, but also very soft with you

So even though he’s taking charge, he’ll always be asking for reassurance you’re alright and checking in with you constantly

He wouldn’t admit it but he would want you to draw him LMAO

Like he’d also just be so obsessed with watching you draw

Is he staring at you or the drawing? I don’t know if you catch him staring at you he will think about it for a week and get red every time it crosses his mind

I don’t see him as a big video game player but he would definitely watch you play them and just be so 👁👄👁 and ask SO many questions that I feel Iike would just make it even more confusing for him LMAO

Reiner is the king of understanding and patience

He will go as slow as you need and listen and do his best to support you as best he can

Late night cuddle convos are his fav bye ✋🏼

Your vibe reminds me of...

Another suitable match for you would be...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Armin Arlert

This man is another VERY understanding and supportive person

Now before anyone says anything this man is not a bottom and definitely takes charge in a relationship idc

Service top service top service top anyways moving on

He loves taking care of people and that includes you

He’s very attentive and good at knowing when your social battery is running low and is taking you home and scooping you into his arms so fast

Another big spoon type of guy

He loves having his face buried in the back of your neck with your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you

Something about feeling you that close and secure to him just hits different for him

Candle lover omg

He’s a chronic bath and body works gift card holder it’s almost a problem LMAO

Sometimes he goes to the store and if he see’s a candle he think you might like he will buy it and bring it home like :) here, smell :) and just be holding it out at your face like :) you like it?

Ok idk why but he definitely likes to cup your face

Like you’ll be on the couch chillin and he’ll get up and stretch to go to the kitchen or something and see you and just 🥺🤲🏼

“You’re so cute 🥺🤲🏼” and it’s like, grandma aggressive

Like he’s squishing your cheeks and moving your head around and talking so loud and then leaves a stupid big kiss on your forehead and then walks off after like what he did was completely justified and normal

Ok so being with Armin does come with eren LMAO

Eren would want to play video games with you ~so bad

Cause you’re his besties partner!! He wants to make you feel like you’re apart of the group!

Armin absolutely loves if you beat him if that’s an element in the game

He finds it 1. Hilarious and 2. Hot LMAO

You can’t tell me he’d be kinda 🙂😏😳🙂 if you beat Eren

He doesn’t know if it’s his pride or what but something about it...

Ok obviously he loves swimming with you like, c’mon

He doesn’t care where, recreational pool? Check ✅ Beach? Check ✅ lake? Check ✅

This man just loves doing things with you and he loves swimming so :)

He will lather you in sunscreen at the beach whether you think you need it or not

You couldn’t say anything to him about it

He’d just be putting the sunscreen in his hands and then give you a ~look

He’d just raise his eyebrows and purse his lips and look so DONE just-

“(y/n), give me your arm.”

Loves rubbing your arms while you cuddle idc

He’s very caring and patient with you and his favorite way to show he cares is through his devotion and affection 💓

Your vibe reminds me of...

eek! Here’s the first post in my event! I really hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!

Requests are still open until February 26th 8:00 pm PST

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[ask-de-writer]

The day was not supposed to go like this!  I have a complaint for the management!

Started early for me.  Up about 6 am.   Fast breakfast and feed critters.  Out the door by 8 am.  Got an hour to the freeway and another to get to El Paso and find the specialist that I had an appointment with at 10!  All went well.

Saw the Doctor, who was running ON TIME, for a wonder.  I was out the door at about 10:45!  Home by noonish and a good day ahead!

And that, my friends, is when the day went off the rails!!  Stacy called.  She lives 17 miles further out into the desert than I do.  Raises and sells pigs for a living.  Her truck would not start.  She wanted a new terminal for one of its two batteries.  

TWO?  Right.  It ia an F350 diesel.  A monster and a Hole IN the Air That She Has to Fill With Money!  There was a bit of a rush to it.  She had to be down to the Speedway at the freeway at 5:30 to sell a pig.  That is $500 USD in her pocket which is why she was in a rush.  

Little things always get in the way of great plans!  My truck felt really wrong on the freeway on the way back to Fabens.   I dropped in to my favorite mechanic.  He cleared space for me and checked.  Not a wheel bearing at all!  

Ball joint.  I volunteered to go get the part but he said, NO!  Do not drive on this.

Ordered the part and started to take the passenger side front end apart!  As he got it to where I could see it, I understood his concern!  The joint that is supposed to have NO freeplay was rattling over an 1/8th of an inch!  In any direction!   The part came and he got it installed in under an hour!

Went to the ATM to get him the $135 that he needed for it.  Machine said no.   Ridiculous.  The card has lots of money in it.  Have to drive to a branch, which is about 10 miles off.  Got the money, no problem.  They looked up the attempt to use the ATM and told me that it was a machine error.  Most likely, not enough cash in the machine for the transaction.

Paid the mechanic.

I got the part and charged out into the desert but not to my place!  To Stacy’s. Getting the terminal onto the cable was a saga unto itself.  Truck still would not start.  Tried jumping it.  No dice.

Time was running out.  Stacy got her baby and rounded up the piglet that she was going to sell.  We zoomed back to town!  She sold the little oinker to a very happy customer.

Stacy bought a part for one of her other vehicles, an SUV that needs a new shifter cable.

It coming on evening, she paid me for my gas and the cable end.  Then she bought me a Jurassic Pizza from a local Pizza place.  That is three meats, two cheeses and no vegetation at all.

Back to her place through the dusk and into the dark.  Turned about and headed for home.  Got here at about 9:15.

Started to type this up.  Got about 1/2 way and hit some function by accident.  Got a big menu on the right of the screen and a BLANK box where my post WAS!  This has happened before.  Total data loss.

I hope that all who see this have a better day than I!

[lovelyirony]

fic title: I’m falling and the sun is blinding me to your faults

i wanted to do an au of this one, so presenting: tony and rhodey, but make it villainous. i think it’d be fun! 

James Rhodes is two things, first and foremost being that he is a businessman. 

People call him a villain. He doesn’t really think he’s that villainous. 

After all, he only took over New York. He left all the other states alone, so that has to mean something. He was gracious! 

He also wouldn’t consider himself a villain because everyone who works under him gets health insurance. They don’t complain that much, although he’s gotten some about the quality of the buffet on Fridays. 

Catering companies. Hit-or-miss, you know? 

There have been a couple of companies who try to stop him. Rivals that hate that his products are better and employees are happier, for one. Those are easy to dismiss. 

SHIELD is one company who tries, and fails. Repeatedly. It would be embarrassing, but Rhodes has respect for Agents Romanov and Hill, who have been the closest to breaking into his personal office. 

- 

The player that isn’t registering on the field is Tony Stark. Perhaps because he isn’t so much of a player on the field as an existing person who just happens to be on a field. Or a building. However you would like to imagine it. 

In other universes, he walks like he owns the world because he could buy up everything and still have money left over to get ice cream at the end of the day. 

In this universe, his father kicked him out of his house for various things, the most prominent being that Tony is rather partial to kissing guys and ladies, and that just simply won’t do. 

(Tony also stole enough money out of his bank account to buy a house and also start his own business without his knowledge, but in the grand scheme of things, that’s just a small drop in the ocean.) 

Tony made his own tech start-up business. He’s invented a few new things that hit the market discreetly, and he’s building up more and more clientele. He’s about to open another shop, and in all honesty he’s not worried about getting noticed. 

This is until Rhodes comes across an employee bragging about a new repair guy who makes computers run twice as fast, charges less than most repair shops, and looks mighty fine in a tank top.

The last reason is reason enough to visit. 

But also, to see who’s been fixing up Rhodes tech and can make it faster. He doesn’t know why he wouldn’t have just applied for a job. 

Tony is not expecting Rhodes to enter into his building. He has people who are walk-ins, but usually you would expect a villain to make an appointment. Or not, they are villains. 

“I heard that you’ve been improving my phones,” James says. He leans into Tony’s space. He smells quite nice, has a well-tailored suit, and Tony is trying very hard not to find him attractive. That’s not the sort of thing you could be focusing on. 

“You gonna sue me or something?” 

“No, I want to hire you.” 

Tony blinks. 

“Oh. No thank you.” 

Rhodes pulls back. 

“Why ‘no’?” 

“I like my shop just fine. And you have things well-handled.” 

“Could I consult you?” 

“You can’t afford me.” 

Rhodes grins. 

“Are you sure about that?” 

“Of course I am. Can I get anything for you today, or did you just want to beg me to come work for you?” 

“Most people would never be this bold.” 

"What would they be? Terrified in your presence?” 

“More or less, yes. It’s what I prefer.” 

"I don’t cater to people’s preferences, it’s a character flaw and strength,” Tony quips. 

Rhodes smiles. 

It’s terrifyingly beautiful, really. Tony is at a loss for words. 

“I think I’m liking you, Stark.” 

“Tony. You don’t call me Stark. I don’t do the last name dynamic.” 

“Sweetheart, then. Not your last name.” 

“Pet names, seriously?” 

“Oh you got it, honey.” 

“Then go on, platypus,” Tony throws back. 

“Platypus? Really?” 

"Pet names are on the menu, honey bunch. Just try me.” 

Rhodes smiles, turning to exit. 

“I’ll be in touch, darling.” 

Tony leans against his desk, legs shaking underneath. 

There are two problems that he’s not sure how to solve. Here they are: 

1.) Rhodes now has Tony on his radar, which is probably bad because Tony will absolutely be used for world domination or whatever. 

2.) Tony doesn’t really mind as long as he gets to see Rhodes because goddamn. That man could get so many things, and he probably has. And Tony wouldn’t mind being one of those things if he played his cards right. 

But for now, Tony just wants to fix computers and maybe just buy a new brand of tea, but he’s honestly not sure. 

- 

Rhodes makes an appointment to meet. 

Of Fucking Course. 

Tony is not impressed, and is also not impressed that he comes in with a very expensive custom-made designer suit, whereas Tony is not sure the last time his pair of jeans got washed, and an old t-shirt that’s advertising an ice cream shop that is closed now. 

“You love to make an entrance all the time?” Tony asks. “What can I legally do for you?” 

“You’re assuming I’m making you do illegal things, babe?” 

“Yes, Rhodey.” 

“It’s Rhodes.” 

“Hm, maybe. But not to me. Rhodey. I wanna ruin your business impression.” 

Pepper snorts besides Rhodes, who is suitably impressed that Tony doesn’t give one flying fuck about the fact that he could destroy him at any point. 

“I’m ordering that on your next business card deal.” 

“I’ll fire you.” 

“You can’t find someone as competent as me, don’t even joke.” 

“I came here for an opportunity for you. You’ve managed to get some people’s computers to speed up so much. And I want you to do it with all of my employee’s computers.” 

“What, you couldn’t reverse-engineer it? See what I did for yourself?” 

Rhodey grins. 

“I never question a handsome man’s work, darling.” 

Tony turns red. 

“You’re really bad with professionalism, honeysop.” 

“What the hell is that?” 

“What, never heard about romance in the fifteenth century? Boring.” 

“Will you do the job or not?” 

“What are the terms, the conditions, and how much are you paying?” 

Pepper steps forward, a sizable stack of paperwork in her hands. 

The work would pay off the building. It would pay off his mortgage on his house. Hell, it would help a lot. He’d have extra to mess around and maybe go on a vacation. 

The downside is that he’s helping a villain get faster speed and better battery life with laptops. This could also mean he’d die, but honestly he was kind of expecting an early death. 

Rhodey assures him that he won’t die. 

“If anyone touches you, then they feel my wrath,” he says. His teeth glint underneath the lights. “And honey, no one ever likes feeling that.” 

“What, it isn’t all feather-light tickles?” 

“Touches a bit more than that.” 

There’s an unspoken story there. Rhodey’s grin goes from tight and eyes empty to refocusing on Tony and turning soft, genuine. 

“We can discuss the official plans over dinner.” 

“Dinner won’t work for me, I got plans tonight.” 

“A hot date?” 

"A special movie screening,” Tony says. “Can’t miss it. Maybe next time, or the next three times.” 

Rhodey smiles. 

“Maybe sometime.” 

“Maybe.” 

- 

Holy fuck.

Rhodes International has a local coffee shop on the lobby. A barista is a cheerful girl who has neon yellow hair greets him and asks if he wants a complimentary drink. 

“You...know who I am?” 

“Not in the slightest!” she says cheerily. “I have a memory thing where I remember everyone I ever meet and who I don’t meet. What kind of coffee guy are you?” 

“Um...you guys have mint syrup?” 

“Yup!” 

“Then I guess a peppermint latte?” 

“Coming right up!” 

So here is this girl humming what sounds suspiciously like the Winnie the Pooh song as she makes a drink, and that drink is amazing. 

Also, people are wearing, it seems, whatever outfit they want. There are some people talking, and two look to be dressed in professional business clothing, but the third guy they’re talking to is wearing ripped jeans and a tank top has the phrase of “I’m Just Existing on a Manifestation of Reality” emblazoned. 

It’s odd. 

“So glad you could make it, Tones,” Rhodey says. 

“Tones?” 

“What, too much?” 

“Tones sounds like you know me.” 

“And I don’t?” 

“What’s my favorite jam?” 

“Why jam?” 

“If you know someone well, you know their favorite type of jam.” 

“Orange marmalade?” 

“What the fuck do I look like, Paddington?” 

“You’re right, Paddington’s not near as sexy.” 

“This counts as harassment, right? This counts as harassment.” 

“Don’t have him sue us already, he’ll win,” Pepper says, breezing to their sides. God, she’s gorgeous. Casually dressed in a pencil skirt and a blouse and acting like she doesn’t look like a goddess. Must be exhausting. “Tony, great to have you. Let me show you who you’re working with.” 

He has his own fancy office, a team that knows what they’re doing, and catered lunch. 

Catered lunch. It’s not even a Friday. 

“Friday’s are questionable,” Rhodey says. “Weird selection.” 

“You don’t wanna know,” says Intern Joe. 

That’s literally on his ID card. 

- 

Tony starts work. It’s not bad, not at all. He works in the mornings on the weekends and Mondays as well as Thursdays, and then sometimes does work from his own office. 

Rhodey is...nice. 

This is a bit unsettling, because Rhodey literally just threatened the president over an environmental bill not being accepted and currently all employees are only slightly scared. 

“This is just like three months ago,” says Janice The Badass. (Also on her ID card.) “Don’t worry, the government can’t do anything. They rely on us too heavily.” 

“For what?” 

“For safety.” 

“Not asking.” 

“Good, I’m not going to answer.” 

“Okay?” 

- 

It’s also weird that Rhodey checks in on him. He brings him coffee how he likes it, and he makes him sit down and try new foods with him. 

He’s not bad at conversational topics either. Tony’s used to talking, and he’s used to bad-talking on dates. This doesn’t come close. 

No, they talk about the differences of Star Trek and how much Tony hates specific brands of pens, and how Rhodey is a disaster when it comes to coordination of ties. 

“I don’t like ties,” he scowls. 

“Then why wear one?” 

“Pepper says they look nice.” 

“Why do you need to look nice?” 

“Most things are all about presentation.” 

“Ah, need to be taken seriously.” 

“Only at times when I’m facing government officials or weird corporate bosses.” 

“Aren’t you a corporate boss?” 

“I’m a corporate boss who is also an enemy of fellow corporate bosses. Weird thing.” 

“That’s...intriguing.” 

“How so?” 

“Well, how does that work?” Tony asks, popping a couple blueberries into his mouth. “How are you both the same and an enemy?” 

“Watch and learn, sugar. Watch and learn.” 

Tony is allowed on the next business meeting. Which, coincidentally, his old Uncle Obadiah is part of. 

This leads to rather undesired complications. 

-

“You’re working for a supervillain?” Obie practically yells. 

“Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that,” Tony says. “I just work with computers.” 

“Besides if he wanted to work for a real supervillain, wouldn’t he be working for you?” Rhodey asks. 

He’s sitting in one of those rolling-chairs, and despite that, he made it his throne. He’s relaxed in it, perfectly at peace with the situation. All eyes are on him. 

“I’m not the one that the government is after.” 

“And yet I’m the one who’s successfully paid taxes. Where have yours gone, hm? Strip club in Vegas? Weapon sales in Afghanistan?” 

Obie freezes. 

Tony knows that when you freeze, it is your worst tell. 

“Does dad know?” 

This time, Rhodey turns towards him. He’s surprised. 

“We’ll discuss that later. But does Howard know, Obadiah?” 

“Howard is none of your concern.” 

“Oh my god, he is,” Rhodey says grinning. “You haven’t told him about your little back-door escapades. I wonder what would happen if I told him.” 

“You don’t want me as an enemy,” Obadiah says, shaking. He looks at Tony. “And you, boy, you just earned yourself a death sentence.” 

“Funny, Howard said the same thing when he kicked me out of the house,” Tony says as he’s checking his nails. Rhodey thinks he is in love. 

“Go ahead and try to get me as an enemy, see how well it works for you,” Rhodey says, pearly whites on display. “I took over the entire state of New York, leaving everyone in power allied with me. Plus, Tony hasn’t pushed his legacy from what I’ve seen, but what would happen if I just...let him talk? At the next press conference, perhaps.” 

Tony grins, and it’s dangerous. 

“Yeah Obie, what if I talked? I’m sure Howard’s disastrous attempt at fatherhood would be a real uptick in stock points.” 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Just watch. Just fucking watch,” Tony says. “I still know how to smile for the press, and I still remember all of my lessons for how to make sure anything is believable.” 

He shakes. 

Rhodey gets security. 

Tony visibly relaxes as Stane is led out of the building, and Rhodey smiles over at him. 

“What?” 

“You wanna grab dinner with me?” 

“Like as a casual dinner, or a date-dinner?” 

“How about both?” 

“Thank god, I can’t remember where my nice shoes are.” 

- 

Tony supposes it is odd to be out to dinner with one of the most-feared men in all of New York. 

But it was hard to fear him when he was currently trying to lick ice cream off the tip of his nose with no such luck. 

Or when Rhodey kisses him senseless on his doorstep and makes fun of the little gnome that he’s put outside, and Tony giggles and watches him leave in his fancy car, still leaning on his door. 

Oh, he’s got it bad. 

But he doesn’t mind. 

[sugar-petals]

A Tarot Reader’s Utensils

☞ Here go some classic paraphernalia that can aid your reading process or serve as multi-purpose decorations.

disclaimer ✸ none of those are obligatory, all they do is make card reader life easier and prettier 😄 this post serves to inspire whatever serves your taste, convenience, and affinity. 

- a latin dictionary. trust me, it’ll serve you well. 

- little treasure chests and mason jars. every tarot reader becomes an apothecary down the line. mason jars are great to put battery-driven fairy lights in, it’s a quick and easy tarot table decoration to light up your spreads.

- standard notebook. everyone regrets not photographing or writing down their reading results every time.

- plants. i feel like us tarot readers are drawn to cacti in particular. maybe it’s because their maintenance is easy and they give powers of self-protection. i mean what does a cactus do: guard itself with spikes and a stable exterior. every energy worker can benefit from that. we naturally gravitate towards it anyway.

- for some of us, runes are the next step and i honestly can’t recommend making your own set enough once you researched the essentials. they are so helpful and great to carry with you. portable magic if you will. mix VERY well with pulling tarot cards. 

- candles, you know the deal. homely lighting is one aspect, but it’s also great for inviting the energy of wands i.e. fire. needs proper 30cm distance to other utensils and 10cm between each other, keep that in mind.

- an item that connects you to your family lineage. the tarot likes people who know their roots. if you ask the cards about your ancestors, such an item is even more beneficial. pick something with extra use. example: my father’s family is connected to italy — that’s where the tarot came from, no item needed. but for my mother’s side, i have a matryoshka doll. i can put little folded spells and affirmation notes into it. the dolls in a row also circle my tarot table so they look like protectors 😅

- clear quartz and tarot decks are best friends. a larger point rested on top of the card pile will amplify it energetically and keep it together physically. a crystal’s benefits are derived from its physical setup, so in this case clear quartz makes your readings clear. don’t look for it, the stone comes into your life out of nowhere.

- magnifying glasses. the LWB (little white booklet) that comes with some decks is printed in tiny font.

- shells are great. not just for keeping crystals, pendulums, or smudge sticks in them. also, shells for casting yes or no questions in addition to the tarot, cowrie shells (e.g. cypraea tigris) are the usual pick. 

- for tray-like shells, e.g. look for: all types of pectinidae (classic scallops), haliotis (abalones), pinctada (blue mother-of-pearl inlay), hyriopsis (shell halves with enclosed pearls), veneridae (venus shells), mimachlamys sanguinea or potamilus purpuratus (pink).

- if the star, empress, high priestess or moon show up in your self-readings, a star map you can rotate comes in handy. all these cards have references to constellations. you wanna see what the night sky shows you on the horizon that night.

- books on deities, angels, ascended masters, and spirit guides. whatever pops up in your day-to-day life often. e.g. the tarot has a lot of cards with angel references, it’s good to know. if you work with oracle cards, i bet my cactus you will need all four types of books sooner or later.

- pretty boxes and baskets. for your decks, it’s good to keep it all in one spot. boxes without a lid however, keep your cards in sight so you use them regularly. using decks equals charging them.

- empty old perfume bottles (smaller ones) and vintage ceramic pieces. if your clear quartz is busy elsewhere, you can put them on resting decks. i also found worn-out keys to be just perfect for that. 

- paper, pencils, scissors, rulers, stickers, labels. gotta love making DIY decks.

- a large juice mug. repurposed as a huge glass of water. you forget time when you do readings and need prolonged focus. keeping it close will save you from having to get up grumpily. also: making gem water is the shit. check which crystals you can use for it. 

- fossils. a statement piece or several smaller ones (you’ll be surprised, they are quite cheap). fossils activate ancient knowledge which is what the tarot is all about. great to put into crystal grids, too. choose whatever you’re guided towards. maybe something found in your country to make it even more personal.

- tarot cloth. a huge duh but you can’t actually find it. it’ll come to you.

- a book of world religions and mythology. the tarot has so many references. e.g. the hierophant’s insignia. or the high priestess with the tora. the hanged man representing saints. the hermit being a druid. the wheel of fortune being karma. the sphinx depictions on the chariot. even if you’re not religious, knowing about these details can help you understand the full imagery.

- let me be a pop culture victim: selenite towers. a modern tarot reader’s antenna crystal. it’s in every pick-a-card youtube reading and all over ig. i think it’s clever marketing, but still not a hoax if you know what greek tradition it has. it’s connected to the moon and the high priestess because selenite shimmers just like our lunar friend in the sky. selene (Σελήνη) = greek for moon. it was said to change according to the moon phases. be careful because it’s more porous, selenite is a saline structure with a mohs hardness of merely 2 out of 10. 

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- if you don’t look it up online, an astrology book. so many astro details in tarot. e.g. the emperor has an aries-inspired throne. or, swords represent air signs.

- salt lamps. they’re affordable, their vibes are great, they’re beautiful. tarot readings with candles, fairy lights, and salt lamps on are a different level. salt has so many properties physically and metaphysically, where to start. you can only win if you have a salt lamp.

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Words: 1533 Summary: Finally, a day off for Marinette and Adrien. To celebrate, they decide to capture it on video for their fans. Author's Note: domestic adrienette domestic adrienette domestic adrienette!!! my fave. Sorry for missing two weeks, been busy! Only 3 more chapters of the sequel (also there's a hint to the next chapter at the end of this one wink)

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Our Day Off

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Nowadays, Marinette and Adrien rarely slept in. They were constantly going with work and life, but they decided to treat themselves today by getting extra sleep. The rebrand is almost complete, meaning both Adrien and Marinette will get to breathe for a few days. The main stuff was done, like the website, displays, tags, and business cards, among other smaller things.

He was getting a little nervous, but excited, as the final day got closer. They planned a fashion show to truly ring in the new era of Agreste Fashion, now called Emilie's, with Marinette and her team's line as the first official Emilie's line. They also reworked some fan-favorite clothing to make them fit the brand better while getting rid of Gabriel's name. It was going to be an exciting day, seeing the old and the new mix together. But there were still a few weeks until that day; there was still work to be done.

However, it was Saturday, and both Marinette and Adrien decided they could have a few extra hours of sleep. Adrien rolled out of bed earlier than Marinette and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. It was nothing crazy, just some eggs, because they agreed to stop by their favorite bakery to see her parents and enjoy a well-deserved macaron. Or two.

Marinette followed him into the kitchen when she smelled the eggs, her hair still unbrushed and in her pajamas. "Smells good, Adrien," She yawned.

"I'm glad. Time for a quick breakfast so we can go see your parents," He said as he slid the plate over to her seat.

Marinette nodded and took a bite. "You know, I was thinking," She said, carefully. "I wanted to put up a video like we used to do. Maybe we could vlog our day, or at least some of it? One of our first days in a long time that we haven't been so busy with work. Heck, I don't think either of us has had a day out of the office in at least two weeks."

A big smile formed on Adrien's face. "I think that's a great idea, Mari!" He hopped up and walked to the corner of the living room that had Marinette's desk. He grabbed her camera battery off the charger, then her camera bag, and brought it back over. Marinette would have gotten it herself, but sometimes, Adrien beats her to it.

She thanked him for the camera as she got her settings flipped to the right ones, then held it up. "Hi! I'm Marinette!" She waved at the camera, with Adrien waving behind her. "I know I look like a mess right now, but on our day off, we wanted to vlog! It's been so long since I've done a video like this, so I'm excited to give you guys some insight on how we've been recently."

"I made eggs," Adrien held his place up with a big grin when Marinette paused.

"And they're lovely, thank you, Adrien," Marinette admired. He set his plate back down, clearly proud of himself.

"Well, we're going to finish breakfast, then head over to our favorite bakery in the world! I'm sure we'll check back in then," Adrien said, Marinette nodding with him, and she shut the camera off.

Marinette and Adrien finished their eggs quickly and got their morning routines done. They were out the door by eleven o'clock, which to most people meant they barely slept in, but sleeping past eight was glorious for them.

Marinette got the camera back out when they were in the car. It wasn't too far of a drive to get to her parent's, but it was just long enough that the car was needed, and she had some time to talk to her camera. "We're in the car now, and let me just say, my stomach has been aching for some sweets recently. We've been so busy we haven't had time to go get anything other than what's in our fridge or the late-night store around the corner from Emilie's," Marinette rambled.

"Well, when we get to work at six or seven in the morning, and we stay past dinner time, we don't have the time to go there, and most other places are closed when we head out," Adrien said. "Don't get me wrong, I love what we're doing, but it sure is tiring."

"Once the rebrand is done, hopefully we'll have a more normal schedule," Marinette said. "Long days, but it'll be worth it."

Adrien agreed. They continued rambling about work all the way until they parked near the bakery. It had only been a few weeks since she last saw her parents, but it was always nice to see them and talk about life, no matter how long it had been. Her parents tried to stuff them full of all kinds of sweets while listening to Marinette talk about how excited and exhausted she was about her team's line, and Adrien talked about how pleased he is with changing the brand to remember his mom. They had front row seats to the fashion show, and couldn't wait to see it all come alive.

Marinette did record some of her parents and the bakery, but they just talked most of the time. They closed for lunch, so there was all the time they needed before Marinette and Adrien had to leave; well, they didn't want the bakery to be closed for the whole day.

They ran a few errands, like grabbing a few groceries, and Marinette can never resist picking up some swatches when they pass her favorite store. They checked out a few shops that should have received the new displays and were able to see them getting set up.

What was truly special, though, was their evening. They ordered a pizza for a movie night so they could fully relax. Plagg snacked on his cheese while Tikki sat in her little bed on the table so Marinette and Adrien could finish setting up. Marinette walked over to the hidden safe in the closet and opened it, pulling out the special box. She set it on the coffee table and opened it, letting all the Kwamis out to play.

Usually, she tries to let them out at least once a week. But with them being so busy lately, it has been a lot less. The Kwamis love her and Adrien and understand; they're just excited to come out to see them and Plagg and Tikki, and they were even more excited to hear about movie night. A strange idea to their magical creatures, but they all seemed to love it all the same. Though they did miss Trixx, Pollen, and Wayzz, the rest of them knew they were having a good time with their masters, and they were able to enjoy themselves.

Marinette scrolled through the streaming services to find the perfect movie while all the Kwamis got comfortable around the couch and little pet beds. As she waited for Adrien to come back from the kitchen with pizza boxes and their drinks, she pulled out her camera for one last update to their vlog.

"Well, here we are to end the night! Adrien and I are relaxing with a movie and pizza, and it's a great way to end our first full day off. It's a nice break, but I'm excited to get back to work. Can't wait for all of you to see what we've been working on!" She said. Marinette was extra thankful that Kwamis are not visible on camera, because it would have looked crazy with all the little animals sat around her.

"I can't either!" Adrien popped in, setting the food on the table, then kissing Marinette's cheek. "This was fun; we should make more videos when we have time."

"I would love it, and I'm sure they would, too," Marinette gestured to the camera. "But that's it for today. Make sure to follow us in the description and be ready for some more videos, hopefully soon!" Marinette said, and both of them waved as she ended the recording. She would have to find time to edit it, maybe tomorrow before work.

Marinette and Adrien began digging into the pizza as she pressed play on the movie; both she and Adrien cuddled up to one another, all the Kwamis filled in around them.

As always, she was ecstatic to see some of the replies on the video. It was one of the things she missed most about not uploading as often.

I've missed these type of videos so much! I would LOVE more when you guys aren't busy!!

Seeing them happy makes me so happy. I'm so glad their lives are turning out great after everything they dealt with as teenagers

did you guys see that those guys who forced them into lb and cn got charged? DESERVED! But I'm so glad you guys are alright after that, it looks like you had a fun day

PLEASE TELL ME YOURE GOING TO RECORD ALYA AND NINOS WEDDING I CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO GET MARRIED ITS GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL

I can't wait to say I have clothes from Emilie's! Such a beautiful meaning behind the name change and I can't wait to own a Marinette design from Emilie's instead of Agreste Fashion. We knew this day would come! (I know she's been designing for them for a while, but this is different guys)

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Product Rating: 8.5/10

Service and Shipping Rating: 4/10

I rated their service 4 because of something that happened after I ordered my headphones. I ordered their headphones on a Wednesday and I emailed them (twice) on Saturday after getting no shipping updates - I went to check on my order status, it said it was closed (I got nervous, I don’t shop online a lot, let alone internationally). I got my answers on the following Tuesday - with the first one saying that nothing was wrong and that it was still waiting for delivery. The second response was the answer that I had needed. They answered saying that my package couldn’t ship out because it was stuck at customs because my package needed an “Unified Identity Authentication”. I didn’t even know what this was, and Google was no help. Miraculously, I was able to find out what they were needing by looking up customs regulations for my country and was able to quickly sign up for a personal customs code. I quickly sent them a reply and they answered back saying they’ll send it to the company.  I wasn’t as angry as my sister, but I do agree with what she said. Were they ever planning on telling me that I was needing such a thing? There wasn’t a box asking for such information when I was inputting my address so I was unaware that was required. Five business days had passed, and I only found out they needed an important piece of information because I emailed them. Thus, the reason for a low service rating. I will give them credit that within the time frame of Tuesday and Wednesday, they did answer back rather quickly. But the late initial reply and the fact that I had to reach out to them to find out why my package wasn’t shipping, is why I gave them this rating. After sending them my code, I finally got a confirmation email on Friday. 

Another reason for a low shipping rating is that they gave me the wrong shipping service, so it took me a while to even figure out which shipping service my tracking number was valid for. At that point, I only figured out what shipping service it was once my package arrived in my country.

After that, I received an email from the Korean branch of the shipping company confirming my address and all that. Later, they too, provided a tracking number, but again without a specific courier service. Thankfully, Naver has some sort of feature where you can input all available courier services and the tracking number to see which one it belongs to. Overall, I’d say it was a surprisingly slow delivery. Maybe I’m a little spoiled from fast shipping in Korea. After it passed through customs, it did get here somewhat quickly. They said minimum it would arrive Thursday, it came around Friday at lunchtime. 

Thinking back on it, I guess it was pretty fast shipping - around a week and a half to two weeks, but the lack of information needed from the company really lowered the rating. 

Product Initial Rating: 9/10

Oh my gosh, it’s so pretty!!! From the pictures, I was a little worried about how the gold would look with the pink, but there was no need to worry, the color scheme is so pretty. The earcups are also nice and squishy which is nice. It’s a little on the cheap feeling side because it’s made of plastic - which unfortunately, makes it creaky and a little stiff. I’m worried about potentially breaking the adjustable area because it’s so hard to pull out and push in. Other than that though, everything is so pretty and nice. I will say, it smells very strongly of paint when you first open it. I don’t know why, but especially the earpads smell so strongly of paint I gagged a little. 

I love the details that let you know it’s Cardcaptor Sakura! The fact that they even gave three Clow cards?? I love it! The wired audio cable is based off of her star wand handle and the headphones themselves have aspects of CCS!

My package also came mainly in good condition, only a few minor bumps here and there - very minimal; which is surprising because it wasn’t that well protected. Maybe one layer of bubble wrap and then plain plastic packaging.

The headset case is absolutely beautiful! I thought it would be hard, knockable leather, but it’s actually a little squishy! I think it’s based off of her uniform, and it’s so cute! I think you can use it as an actual bag, but taking out the mold and stuff was a little hard, so I gave up because I didn’t want to risk it.

Product Final Rating: 8.5/10

I am in no way an audiophile or an expert on headphones, but I really like them! The sounds are nice and clear and crisp. I’m not sure if they’re for gamers because I’m not one, but when I used them playing Genshin, it was even more fun than usual! I could hear the fire crackling, the winds howling, and even what I think were wolves howling in Dragonspine! I could hear the little details and I think that was pretty impressive. I haven’t tested them with various genres of music, but I did like what I already heard. 

I wore these for around an hour to an hour and a half and I didn’t even realize that much time passed! The earcups are really comfy and not bothersome, even with glasses. I will say, it’s a little on the heavier side and it weighs down from the top because of the cat ears and I did notice that a little near the hour mark. They also are a little tight to put on and that makes it a little hard to take them off, but hopefully they’ll stretch out over time.

The fact that it can be wired and wireless is also nice in case you run out of battery or just don’t feel like using bluetooth. The USB-C type means it’ll charge faster! Using the volume and function buttons really did make me realize how plasticky it was because it would make a plastic echo-y sound every time I pressed it. 

I don’t think the mic is that good. On the few times I used it to talk with, the person on the other side said I sounded too quiet and I guess it doesn’t pick up on my voice that well. But I have also read other people say it’s good enough for calls, so it’s up to you.

You can manually change the lights and colors or you can do it through the app - which by using the Clow cards, can also unlock new colors. I don’t know if I’ll use the app because you need to input your phone number and I generally avoid inputting such information. 

As for the battery life, it is not that good. It definitely is much shorter than the advertised 20 hours with lighting wirelessly. I can’t say exactly how long because I don’t and can’t wear headphones for that long, consecutively. But I do wear them for around 2 hours a day or so, and I only use them for around 2 or 3 days before I have to charge them. So I’d say around 6 hours total? So yeah, way less than advertised and “guaranteed”.

The headphones are definitely on the pricey side, which makes sense because of intellectual property and licensing - plus the cards and the leather bag headset case. I love this headphones and hopefully I’ll wear them a lot! I recommend these if you aren’t an avid gamer (because I don’t know if they’re good enough for that), love CCs, and have the money to spare! 

extra note: I will say, if you have the money to spare, it is pretty worth it! Especially if you compare it to the airpods pro! These headphones, including shipping, turned out to be slightly cheaper, and it comes with more!

Ramblings:

I don’t know if it had to do with me, but it seemed like I could hear better from the left earphone - it was clearer and louder than the right - I actually had to move the left away to see if the right was even working lol. My sister also said the same thing, so it’s possible that this pair of headphones isn’t in the best shape? It’s not so obvious that it’s jarring, but it’s a little obvious in that it makes it uncomfortable. 

I am wondering if Yowu will eventually offer extra accessories like earpads in case we need to replace the ones we have, or if they’ll give instructions on how to wash them? 

I also would have liked it if Yowu had more details on their shipping and refund policies (mainly shipping) and clearer details and information on the shipping service. 

I was watching Genshin Impact’s 1.5 livestream, and I don’t know if it was cause it was a livestream, but near the end, the audio started to occasionally short out, so there’s that.

Overall, I’d give this pair of limited edition Cardcaptor Sakura headphones a solid 9/10!

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Monday mornings could be awesome, when they began with Lauren Jauregui. We rode to work with my back propped against her side and her arm slung over my shoulder so that her fingers could link with mine.

As she toyed with the ring she’d given me, I kicked out my legs and eyed the classic nude heels she’d bought me along with some outfits to wear on the occasions I slept over. To start out the new week, I’d decided on a black pinstriped sheath dress with a thin Emerald green belt that reminded me of her eyes. she had excellent taste; I had to give her that.

Unless she was sending one of her brunette “acquaintances” out on buying sprees…?

I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.

When I’d checked out the drawers she had set aside for me in her bathroom, I found all of my usual cosmetics and toiletries in all my usual shades. I didn’t bother to ask how she knew, which might’ve led to me freaking out. Instead, I chose to look at it as more proof of her attentiveness. she thought of everything.

The highlight of my morning had been helping Lauren dress in one of her seriously sexy pant suits. I’d buttoned her shirt; she’d tucked it into her pants. I’d fastened her fly; she had knotted her tie. she’d shrugged into her vest; I’d smoothed the finely tailored material over her equally fine shirt, amazed to find that it could be just as sexy putting clothes on her as it was to take them off. It was like wrapping my own gift.

The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the woman inside it and how precious she was. Her intimate smiles and her deep husky laugh, the gentleness of her touch and the ferocity of her passion were all reserved for me.

The Bentley bounced lightly over a pothole in the road and Lauren tightened her hold. “What’s the plan after work?”

“I get to start my Krav Maga classes today.” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

“Ah, that’s right.” Her lips brushed over my temple. “You know I’m going to have to watch you go through drills. Just thinking about it makes me hard.”

“Didn’t we already establish that everything makes you hard?” I teased, nudging her with my elbow.

“Everything about you. Which is lucky for us, since you’re insatiable. Text me when you’re done and I’ll meet you at your place.”

Digging in my purse, I pulled out my smartphone to see if it still had a charge and saw a message from Cary. I opened it and found a video plus a text; Does X know his bro is a douche? Stay away from CV, baby girl *smooches*

I started the playback but it took me a minute to figure out what I was seeing. When comprehension set in, I froze.

“What is it?” Lauren asked with her lips in my hair. Then she stiffened behind me, which told me she was looking over my shoulder.

Cary had filmed the video at the Vidal’s garden party. From the eight-foot-high hedges in the background, he was in the maze, and from the leaves framing the screen, he was in hiding. The star of the show was a couple locked in a passionate embrace. The woman was beautifully teary, while the man kissed over her frantic words and soothed her with gentle strokes of his hands.

They were talking about me and Lauren , talking about how I was using my body to get my hands on her millions.

“Don’t worry,” Christopher crooned to a distraught Magdalene. “You know Lauren gets bored fast.”

“she’s different with her. I—I think she loves her.”

He kissed her forehead. “She’s not her type.”

The fingers I had linked with Lauren’s tightened.

As we watched, Magdalene’s demeanor slowly changed. She began to nuzzle into Christopher’s touch, her voice softening, her mouth seeking. To an observer, it was clear he knew her body well—where to pet and where to rub. When she responded to his skilled seduction, he lifted her dress and fucked her. That he was taking advantage of her was obvious. It was there in the contemptuously triumphant look on his face as he screwed her until she was limp.

I didn’t recognize the Christopher on the screen. His face, his posture, his voice…it was like he was a different man.

I was grateful when my smartphone battery died and the screen abruptly winked off. Lauren wrapped her arms around me.

“Yuck,” I whispered, snuggling carefully into her so I didn’t get makeup on her lapel. “Majorly creepy. I feel bad for her.”

she exhaled harshly. “That’s Christopher.”

“Asshole. That smug look on his face—Ugh.” I shuddered.

Pressing her lips to my hair, she murmured, “I thought Maggie would be safe from him. Our mothers have known each other for years. I forget how much he hates me.”

“Why?”

I wondered briefly if the nightmares Lauren had were related to Christopher, then I put the thought aside. No way. Lauren was older by several years and tougher all the way around. she’d kick Christopher’s ass.

“He thinks I got all the attention when we were younger,” Lauren said wearily, “because everyone was worried about how I was handling my father’s suicide. So he wants what’s mine. Everything he can get his hands on.”

I turned into her, pushing my arms underneath her jacket to get closer. There was something in her voice that made me hurt for her. Her family home was a place she said haunted her nightmares and she was terribly distant from her family.

she’d never been loved. It was as simple—and as complicated—as that.

“Lauren ?”

“Hmm?”

I pulled back to look at her. Reaching up, I traced the bold arch of her brow. “I love you.”

A violent shudder moved through her, one hard enough to shake me, too.

“I don’t mean to freak you out,” I reassured her quickly, averting my face to give her some privacy. “You don’t have to do anything about it. I just didn’t want another minute to go by without you knowing how I feel. You can tuck it away now.”

One of her hands gripped my nape, the other dug almost painfully into my waist. Lauren held me there, immobile, locked against her as if I might blow away. Her breathing was ragged, her heartbeat pounding. she didn’t say another word the rest of the ride to work, but she didn’t let me go either.

I planned on telling her again one day in the future, but as far as first times went, I thought we’d both done okay.

At ten o’clock sharp, I had two dozen long-stemmed red roses delivered to lauren’s office with the note: In celebration of red dresses and limo rides.

Ten minutes later, I received an interoffice envelope with a note card that read:

Let’s do that again. Soon.

At eleven o’clock, I had a black-and-white calla lily arrangement delivered to her office with the note: In honor of black & white garden party dresses and being dragged into libraries…

Ten minutes later, I received his reply:

I’ll be dragging you to the floor in a minute…

At noon, I went shopping. Ring shopping. I hit six different shops before I found a piece that struck me as being absolutely perfect. Made of platinum engraved and studded with black diamonds, it was an industrial-looking ring that made me think of power and bondage. It was a dominant ring, very bold and masculine. I had to open a new charge account with the store to cover the hefty cost, but I considered the months of payments ahead of me worth it.

I called lauren’s office and talked with Scott, who helped me arrange a fifteen-minute window in Lauren’s packed day for me to stop by.

“Thank you so much for your help, Scott.”

“You’re very welcome. I’ve enjoyed watching her receive your flowers today. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile like that.”

A warm rush of love flowed through me. I wanted to make Lauren happy. As she’d said, I lived for it.

I went back to work with a smile of my own. At two o’clock, I had a tiger lily arrangement delivered to Lauren’s office followed by a private note sent via interoffice envelope:

In gratitude for all the jungle sex.

Her reply:

Skip the Krav Maga. I’ll give you a workout.

When three forty rolled around—five minutes before my appointment with Lauren—I got nervous. I stood up from my chair on shaky legs and paced in the elevator on the way up to her floor. Now that the time had come to give her my gift, I worried that maybe she didn’t like rings…after all, she didn’t wear any.

Was it too presumptuous and possessive of me to want her to wear one just because I did?

The redheaded receptionist didn’t give me any trouble getting in and when Scott spotted me emerging from the hallway, he stood from his desk and greeted me with a wide grin. When I stepped into lauren’s office, Scott closed the door behind me.

I was immediately struck by the lovely fragrance of the flowers and the way they warmed the starkly modern office.

Lauren looked up from her monitor, her brows lifting when she saw me. she pushed fluidly to her feet. “Camila. Is something wrong?”

I watched her shift gears from professional to personal, her gaze softening as she looked at me.

“No. It’s just…” I took a deep breath and went to her. “I have something for you.”

“More? Did I forget a special occasion?”

I set the ring box down in the center of her desk. Then I turned away, feeling queasy. I seriously doubted the wisdom of my impetuous gift. It seemed like a stupid idea now.

What could I say to absolve her of guilt for not wanting it? As if it wasn’t bad enough I’d dropped the “L” bomb on her today; then I had to follow it up with a damned ring. she was probably feeling the ball and chain already, dragging after her as she ran. And the noose tightening—

I heard the ring box snap open and Lauren’s sharply drawn breath. “Camila.”

Her voice was dark and dangerous. I turned carefully, wincing at the austerity of her features and the starkness of her gaze. Her hands were white-knuckled on the box.

“Too much?” I asked hoarsely.

“Yes.” she set the box down and rounded the desk. “Too damn much. I can’t sit still, I can’t concentrate. I can’t get you out of my head. I’m fucking restless, and I never am when I’m at work. I’m too busy. But you have me under siege.”

I knew damn well how demanding her work had to be, yet I hadn’t taken that into consideration when the mood to surprise her—again and again—hit me. “I’m sorry,Lauren. I wasn’t thinking.”

she approached with the sexy stride that hinted at how great she was in the sack. “Don’t be sorry. Today has been the best day of my life.”

“Really?” I watched her slide the ring onto her right ring finger. “I wanted to please you. Does it fit? I had to guess…”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” Lauren caught up my hands and kissed my ring; then watched as I repeated the gesture with her. “What you make me feel, Camila…it hurts.”

My pulse leaped. “Is that bad?”

“It’s wonderful.” she cupped my face, her ring cool against my cheek. she kissed me passionately, her lips demanding against mine, her tongue thrusting with wicked skill into my mouth.

I wanted more, but restrained myself, thinking that I’d already gone overboard enough for one day. Plus, she’d been too distracted by my unexpected appearance to frost the glass wall to give us privacy.

“Tell me again what you said in the car,” she whispered.

“Hmm…I don’t know.” I brushed my free hand over her vest. I was afraid to tell her again that I loved her. she’d taken it hard the first time, and I wasn’t sure she’d fully taken in what it meant for us. For her. “You’re ridiculously handsome, you know. It’s a sucker punch every time I see you. Anyway…I don’t want to risk scaring you away.”

Leaning toward me, she touched hervforehead to mine. “You regret what you said, don’t you? All the flowers, the ring—”

“Do you really like it?” I asked anxiously, pulling back to study her face and see if she was hedging on the truth. “I don’t want you to wear it for me if you hate it.”

Her fingers traced the shell of my ear. “It’s perfect. It’s how you see me. I’m proud to wear it.”

I loved that she got it. Of course, that’s because she got me.

“If you’re trying to soften the blow of taking back what you said—” she began, his gaze betraying a surprising anxiety.

I couldn’t resist the soft plea in her eyes. “I meant every word, Lauren.”

“I’ll make you say it again,” she threatened in a seductive purr. “You’ll scream it by the time I’m done with you.”

I grinned and backed away. “Get back to work, fiend.”

“I’ll give you a lift home at five.” she watched me move to the door. “I want your cunt naked and wet when you come down to the car. If you touch yourself to get there, don’t make yourself come or there will be consequences.”

Consequences. A little shiver moved through me, but it carried a level of fear I could deal with. I trusted Lauren to know just how far to push me. “Will you be hard and ready?”

A wry smile twisted her lips. “When am I not, with you? Thank you for today, Camila. Every minute of it.”

I blew her a kiss and watched her eyes darken. The look on her face stayed with me the rest of the day.

It was six o’clock before I made it back to my apartment in a state of well-fucked dishevelment. I’d known what I was in for when I found lauren’s limousine at the curb after work instead of the Bentley. she’d damn near tackled me as I climbed into the back; then proceeded to demonstrate her phenomenal oral skills before nailing me into the seat with vigorous enthusiasm.

I was grateful that I kept in shape. Otherwise, Lauren’s insatiable sexual appetite combined with her seemingly endless stamina might’ve exhausted me by now. Not that I was complaining. Just an observation.

Clancy was already waiting for me in the lobby of my apartment building when I came rushing in. If he noted my hideously wrinkled dress, flushed cheeks, and messy hair, he didn’t point it out. I changed swiftly upstairs and we took off for Parker’s studio. I hoped the orientation would start out easy because my legs were still a bit jellied from two toe-curling orgasms.

By the time we arrived at the converted warehouse in Brooklyn, I was excited and ready to learn. About a dozen students were engaged in various exercises with Parker overseeing and offering encouragement from the edge of the mats. When he saw me, he came over and directed me to a far corner of the sparring area where we could work one-on-one.

“So…how’s it going?” I asked, to break my own tension.

He smiled, showing off a very interesting and arresting face. “Nervous?”

“A little.”

“We’re going to work on your physical strength and stamina, as well as your awareness. I’m also going to start training you not to freeze or hesitate in unexpected confrontations.”

Before we began, I thought I had pretty good physical strength and stamina, but I learned both could be better. We started out with a brief introduction to the equipment and layout of the space, and then moved on to an explanation of both fighting and neutral/passive stances. We warmed up with basic bodyweight calisthenics; then progressed to “tagging,” where we tried to tag each other’s shoulders and knees while standing face-to-face and blocking countermoves.

Parker was amazing at tagging, of course, but I started to get the hang of it. The majority of the time, however, was spent covering groundwork and I really sunk my teeth into that. I knew very well what it was like to be down and at a disadvantage.

If Parker noted my underlying vehemence, he didn’t comment on it.

When Lauren showed up at my apartment later that evening, she found me soaking my aching body in my bathtub. Although I could tell she was fresh from a shower after her own workout with her personal trainer, she stripped and slid into the bath behind me, cradling me with her arms and legs. I whimpered as she rocked me.

“That good, huh?” She teased, catching my earlobe in her teeth.

“Who knew rolling around for an hour with a hot guy could be so exhausting?” Cary had been right about Krav Maga causing bruises; I could see a few shadows blooming beneath my skin already and we hadn’t even gotten to the hard stuff yet.

“I might be jealous,” Lauren murmured, squeezing my breasts, “if I didn’t know Smith was married with children.”

I snorted at yet another tidbit of knowledge she shouldn’t know. “Do you also know his shoe and hat sizes?”

“Not yet.” she laughed at my exasperated growl and I couldn’t hold back a smile at hearing the rare sound.

One day soon we were going to have to talk about her obsession with information gathering, but today wasn’t the day to get into it. We’d been at odds too much lately and Cary’s warning about making sure we had as much fun as not was ever-present in my mind.

Playing with the ring on lauren’s finger, I told her about the conversation I’d had with my dad on Saturday and how his fellow cops had been ribbing him over the gossip about me dating the Lauren jauregui.

she sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Turning, I faced her. “It’s not your fault you’re news. You can’t help being insanely attractive.”

“One of these days,” she said dryly, “I’ll figure out whether my face is a curse or not.”

“Well, if my opinion counts for anything, I’m rather fond of it.”

Lauren’s lips twitched and she touched my cheek. “Your opinion is the only one that means anything. And your dad’s. I want him to like me,Camila , not think I’m exposing his daughter to invasions of her privacy.”

“You’ll win him over. He just wants me to be safe and happy.”

she visibly relaxed and pulled me closer. “Do I make you happy?”

“Yes.” I rested my cheek over her heart. “I love being with you. When we’re not together, I wish we were.”

“You said you didn’t want to fight anymore,” she murmured in my hair. “It’s been bugging me. Are you getting tired of me fucking up all the time?”

“You do not fuck up all the time. And I’ve screwed up, too. Relationships are hard, Lauren. Most of them don’t have kick-ass sex like we do. I put us in the lucky column.”

she cupped water in her hand and poured in down my back, over and over, soothing me with its sinuous warmth. “I don’t really remember my dad.”

“Oh?” I tried to not tense up and reveal my surprise. Or my agitated excitement and desperate hunger to learn more about her. she’d never talked about her family before. It killed me not to prod with questions, but I didn’t want to push if she wasn’t ready….

Her chest lifted and fell on a deep exhale. There was something in the sound of her sigh that brought my head up and ruined my intention to be cautious.

I ran my hand over her hard pectorals. “Want to talk about what you do remember?”

“Just…impressions. He wasn’t around much. He worked a lot. I guess I get my drive from him.”

“Maybe workaholism—is that a word?—is something you have in common, but that’s it.”

“How would you know?” She shot back, defiant.

Reaching up, I brushed the hair back from her face. “I’m sorry, Lauren, but your father was a fraud who took the easy, selfish way out. You don’t have it in you to be that way.”

“Not that way, no.” she paused. “But I don’t think he ever learned how to connect to people, how to care about anything but his own immediate needs.”

I studied her. “Do you think that describes you?”

“I don’t know,” she answered quietly.

“Well, I know, and it doesn’t.” I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “You’re a keeper.”

“I better be.” Her arms tightened around me. “I can’t think about you with someone else,Camila. Just the idea of another man seeing you the way I do, seeing you like this…putting his hands on you…It takes me to a dark place.”

“It’s not going to happen, Lauren.” I knew how she felt. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if she was intimate with another woman.

“You’ve changed everything for me. I couldn’t stand losing you.”

I hugged her. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Tilting my head back, Lauren took my mouth in a fierce kiss.

In moments it became clear we were soon going to be sloshing water all over the floor. I pulled away. “I need to eat if you want to go at it again, fiend.”

“Says the girlfriend rubbing her wet naked body all over me.” she sat back with a sinful smile.

“Let’s order cheap Chinese and eat it out of the box with chopsticks.”

“Let’s order good Chinese and do that.”