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Iowa Lawsuit = More Bad News for Assisted Living

In January of 2022, a resident with dementia wandered out of her Assisted Living Memory Care facility in Iowa and ultimately, froze to death. The State of Iowa investigation uncovered that the resident wandered outside of the building at 9:30 p.m. the previous night. Her absence went unnoticed for eight hours plus even though the alarm system for the facility used to deter or prevent wandering,…

[tomhardystories]

Part 9

Jules sat at the counter in her kitchen, eating peanut butter straight out of the jar. Her phone lit up with an unfamiliar number. Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered answering (she had an ongoing rivalry with telemarketers), but she was feeling unusually curious. She hesitated, then answered with her mouth half-full.

“Hello?” she said, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand, already half-prepared to launch into a very specific rant about how she didn’t need life insurance.

“Hi, Jules? This is Leo DiCaprio.”

Jules blinked. She stared at the phone as if it had just sprouted legs and tap-danced across her kitchen.

“Sorry, who?” she said, her voice rising in that specific way reserved for both disbelief and spotting a spider.

“Leonardo DiCaprio” the voice repeated, smooth and velvety, like it had just stepped out of a luxury cologne commercial.

Jules paused, her brain scrambling to process. She had two options: either she was being pranked, or Leonardo DiCaprio had accidentally dialed the wrong number while trying to reach his assistant. 

“Right,” she said, her tone deliberately dry. “And I’m Julia Roberts. What can I do for you?” 

There was a low chuckle on the other end. “I promise, it’s really me. I got your number through, uh… let’s say mutual friend.”

Ah. Right. The memory of Tom’s warning flickered into her mind like a distant echo: “If he calls, just, uh, be careful.” Jules shook her head slightly. Yup, that’s him. 

“Alright” she said, crossing her arms, adopting the tone of someone who definitely didn’t believe a word of it. “Let’s say I believe you. Why are you calling me?”

“Well,” Leo began, his voice dripping with the kind of effortless charm that probably made roses bloom spontaneously wherever he walked “I’m in New York for a few more days before heading back to California. I thought it’d be nice to grab a coffee with you.”

Jules froze. Not because she was swooning, but because this was so absurd she half-expected Ashton Kutcher to pop out of a closet and yell, “You’ve been Punk’d!”

“Coffee,” she repeated, like she was tasting the word for the first time. “You, Leonardo DiCaprio, want to get coffee. With me. A person who, just this morning, spilled yogurt down her blouse in a meeting.”

“That’s right” Leo said, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Okay” she said slowly, still suspicious. “Just to clarify, this isn’t some elaborate prank, right? You’re not about to ask me for my social security number, or if I’d like to buy a lifetime supply of essential oils?”

Leo laughed again. “I promise, no pranks. Just coffee. You seem like good company.”

Jules snorted before she could stop herself. “Good company? Oh, wow. Someone didn’t do their homework. I’m the kind of person who accidentally orders decaf and then spends the next hour wondering why I’m so tired.”

“I think I can handle that” he replied smoothly.

“Oh, can you?” she shot back, leaning into her usual brand of chaotic humor. “Because I also talk a lot, use way too much sugar, and have a habit of knocking things over. It’s basically a talent.”

“Well, now I’m even more intrigued” Leo said, and Jules could practically hear his grin through the phone.

“Fine,” she said, waving her hand in the air as if he could see it. “Let’s do coffee. But fair warning: if you’re expecting someone glamorous or mysterious, you’re gonna be very disappointed.”

“Noted” he replied, unfazed. “I’ll text you the details.”

Jules hung up and stared at her phone for a moment, then burst out laughing. 

“He wants coffee” she muttered to herself. “Sure. And next week I’ll probably get a call from Beyoncé asking me to babysit her twins.”

She shook her head, because, honestly, what else can you do when Leonardo DiCaprio just casually asks you out for coffee?

She didn’t consider herself the kind of person who had to share every detail of her life, but this? This was too good to keep to herself. She paced her living room, phone in hand. There was only one person who could fully appreciate the absurdity of this situation. She hit the speed dial for Miranda. She picked up on the third ring. “This better be good. I just paid $14 for a kale salad, and I’m already regretting it.”

“Oh, it’s good” Jules replied, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. “Guess who called me today?”

“Your dermatologist, finally letting you book that appointment you’ve been avoiding?” Miranda deadpanned.

“Leonardo DiCaprio.”

There was a long pause. Then Miranda burst out laughing. “Yes, Jules. Of course.”

“He just said he’s in New York for a few more days and thought I’d be, and I quote, good company.”

“Good company?” Miranda echoed. “Oh, sure. Because you weren’t already great company when you were hanging out with him and Tom and, what was it, Cillian Murphy at that bar?”

Jules waved her hand, even though Miranda couldn’t see it. “That doesn’t count. That was a group thing. This is… more personal.”

“Personal...” Miranda repeated, clearly savoring the word. “First Tom Hardy, now Leonardo DiCaprio. How many Hollywood favorites are planning to invite you out for coffee? Should I book an intervention before or after Jude Law calls?”

Jules snorted. “Well, here’s the real question: do I tell Tom about it?”

There was a pause. Jules could practically hear Miranda narrowing her eyes through the phone.

“No” Miranda said firmly.

“No?” Jules repeated. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why not?”

“Because” Miranda said, launching into what could only be described as a dramatic lawyer monologue “You said it yourself - Tom’s been overworked, stressed, and calling you at ungodly hours talking about yachts, puppies, and Malibu mansions. Do you really think this man, who can barely hold it together as it is, needs to hear about it?” 

Jules hesitated. “Okay, fair point.”

“And another thing,” Miranda continued, her voice rising “why is this even Tom’s business? With all due respect to his very charming neuroses, why should he care who you get coffee with? You’re not his life coach or his therapist - or his girlfriend, for that matter.”

“You’re not wrong” Jules admitted, sinking back into her couch.

“Of course I’m not wrong” Miranda said, sounding smug. “Let me tell you something: you are Jules. You’re smart, funny, and somehow magnetic enough to attract men who live on IMDB’s Top 100 Stars list. You don’t need to justify having coffee with Leo to anyone, least of all Tom.”

Jules grinned, feeling a warm rush of affection for Miranda’s relentless practicality. “Okay, okay, I won’t tell him. Happy?”

“Ecstatic” Miranda replied. “Now, go enjoy your coffee date with Hollywood’s golden boy. And for God’s sake, don’t spill sugar all over him.”

“Too late to make promises” Jules quipped, hanging up.

She set the phone down, already bracing herself for whatever chaos Leo’s coffee plans might bring. But Miranda was right.. what business did anyone else have in her life? She wasn’t moving to Malibu, spilling her secrets, or swooning over a movie star.

Probably.

Jules arrived at the café precisely three minutes early, a feat of punctuality that had her feeling smug - until she caught sight of her reflection in the café window. Her hair, which she’d spent a solid twenty minutes taming, now looked like she’d just dismounted a roller coaster.

“No big deal” she muttered to herself, fluffing it in the least subtle way possible as she pushed through the door.

Leo DiCaprio was already there, sitting at a corner table with sunglasses on and a baseball cap pulled low. He looked casual, effortless - basically the polar opposite of how Jules felt in her carefully chosen "relaxed yet sophisticated" outfit that now seemed to scream trying too hard.

“Jules” he said, standing up as she approached. “Good to see you.”

“You too” she replied, shaking his hand before realizing she was holding her bag in the same hand. The result was an awkward juggle that ended with her bag smacking the table, nearly toppling the salt shaker.

Leo’s lips twitched, but he said nothing. Gentleman, clearly.

The waiter came over, and Jules was determined to play it cool. “I’ll have a flat white” she said with the air of someone who definitely knew what a flat white was and had not, in fact, googled it.

Leo ordered a black coffee, because of course he did.

As the coffee arrived, the conversation began to flow. Jules was determined to keep things casual, which meant saying absolutely the first thing that popped into her head.

“So, you wear sunglasses indoors. That’s… bold.”

Leo smiled, adjusting them slightly. “Hazard of the job, I guess. Keeps people from staring.”

“Does it, though?” Jules teased, raising an eyebrow. “Because I feel like it might just make you more noticeable.”

He laughed, and she felt herself relax.

They talked about travel (he loved Italy, she once got stuck in a revolving door in Paris), work (he told a funny story about filming a scene with a baby goat, she countered with the time she accidentally emailed a meme of a screaming cat to her client), and the absurdity of New York traffic.

“I once got stuck in a cab for so long” she said “that I considered getting out and just living on the sidewalk.”

Leo laughed again, shaking his head. “I don’t know how you guys do it here.”

“Pure spite” Jules replied. “It’s the New York way.”

Just as Jules was starting to think she might survive this meeting without embarrassing herself further, Leo leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting.

“Jules..” he began “I want to ask you something.”

Her stomach flipped. Oh God, was there spinach in her teeth?

“I think you’re amazing” he said, catching her completely off guard. “You’re funny, smart, and I don’t meet people like you often. So, I just have to ask... are you and Tom… together?”

For a moment, Jules just stared at him. And then, without warning, she burst into laughter. Not a polite chuckle. Not a soft, feminine giggle. But a full-on, uncontrollable cackle that echoed through the cafe. Heads turned. The barista paused mid-latte art.

“W-what?” she managed to wheeze between gasps for air. “No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Definitely NOT. A million times no!!”

Leo raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a grin. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“God, sorry” Jules said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “It’s just - me and Tom? That’s hilarious. No, absolutely not.”

“Good to know” Leo said smoothly. “Because I was hoping you’d let me show you Malibu.”

Jules froze, her brain grinding to a halt. “Malibu?”

“Yeah” he said, leaning back casually. “Take a week off. Come to California. We’ll hang out, explore, get some sun, maybe spend some time on the yacht. I think you’d love it.”

The words yacht and California had barely registered in her mind when a flashback hit her like a freight train.

Tom’s voice, panicked and slightly too high-pitched: “Promise me you’ll never move to Malibu. Or anywhere tropical where you’ll forget me!”

She stared at Leo, unsure whether to laugh or cry. This was it. This was literally the exact nightmare Tom had rambled about during his 3 am phone call.

“Oh my God” she muttered, rubbing her temples.

“What’s wrong?” Leo asked, concerned.

Jules waved her hand dismissively, her mind racing. Should she tell him? Could she explain the sheer absurdity of Tom calling her in the middle of the night to rant about hypothetical yachts? No. No, she could not.

“Nothing” she said quickly. “It’s just… I’m flattered. Really. But I’m not looking for anything right now.”

Leo nodded, his expression completely understanding. “I get it. No pressure. I just wanted to ask.”

“Thank you..” she said, relaxing slightly. “And for the record, I think we’d make excellent friends. You’re very… cool.”

Leo smiled. “Friends it is. I’m glad we did this.”

“Me too,” she said, genuinely meaning it.

The rest of the meeting went without incident, the two of them chatting like old friends. By the time they said goodbye, Jules felt oddly proud of herself. Sure, she’d laughed so hard the entire café stared at her, but she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself. Mostly.

As she stepped out into the crisp New York air, she couldn’t help but laugh. Malibu? Yachts? Tom would lose his mind if he ever found out.

And then it hit her: Tom. Sweet, neurotic Tom, who had practically sworn her to a blood pact never to set foot in Malibu because of his bizarre nightmares. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat. 

Oh, this was going to be fun.

She dialed his number, and Tom picked up almost immediately.

“Tom” she began, calm and measured, like she was reading him a eulogy. “Remember that midnight phone call? You, ranting about the inherent evil of Malibu and how I was never, under any circumstances, to set foot there?”

A wary pause. “…yes?”

“Well” she said, dragging out the word like she was savoring it, “Funny story. I just had coffee with Leo. And he invited me to Malibu. We’re flying out tomorrow morning.”

The silence on the line stretched so long she thought he’d fainted. 

“…what.” Tom’s voice finally came through, high-pitched and slightly strangled.

“Yeah, he said he wanted to show me the sights. You know, the beach, the yacht, maybe even some dolphins. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Tom inhaled sharply. “No. No, no, no, no, no. Jules, listen to me. You can’t go. Malibu changes people. You’ll start drinking green juice out of a mason jar and calling it a detox elixir. You’ll buy a caftan. A CAFTAN, Jules. Do you even know what a caftan is?!”

“I feel like you’ve got a lot of feelings about caftans” she observed, biting back laughter.

“You don’t understand" he continued, spiraling faster than a toilet flush. “You’re not even packed! Do you have Malibu clothes? Do you own linen?!”

“I have linen napkins.”

“Not the same thing, Jules! They’ll know. Malibu people can smell fear and polyester blends!”

At that, she completely lost it, doubling over as a laugh tore out of her. “Tom! Oh my God, stop. I’m dying.”

“No!” he said, dead serious. “You’re going to get on that yacht, and they’re going to feed you champagne and caviar until you forget who you are. I’m telling you, Jules, you’ll become one of them.”

“One of who, exactly?”

“California people!” His voice cracked on the last syllable. “The kind who text you, ‘Sorry, babe, I can’t make it, I’m on my third cleanse of the month.”

“Wow...” she said, grinning. “You’ve really thought this through.”

“I’ve SEEN THINGS, Jules!” Tom practically yelled. “People don’t come back from Malibu the same. Or worse, they don’t come back at all. They just vanish into infinity pools and Instagram stories.”

“Uh-huh” Jules said, deadpan. “And you know what, Tom? I think you might be psychic. I mean, how else could you have known this would happen?”

“Jules” Tom said, his tone urgent. “Listen to me. If you go to Malibu, it’s over. That’s where people disappear. They stop answering texts. They start… wearing sunglasses indoors! You’ll come back and tell me I should do yoga on the beach at sunrise. Jules, I can’t lose you to that lifestyle!”

“Wow” she said, trying her hardest to sound serious. “You’re really spiraling here.”

“Of course I’m spiraling!” Tom snapped. 

At that, Jules finally lost it. She burst out laughing, so loudly that a passing dog walker gave her a curious look. “Tom, oh my God, relax. I’m not going to Malibu.”

There was another pause. “…what?”

“I’m not going” she repeated, wiping a tear from her eye. “I turned him down. I just wanted to mess with you.”

“You...” His breath caught audibly. “You evil, soulless troll. I hate you.”

“It was worth it” she said, her grin practically audible. “Admit it” she said “you were picturing me on a yacht, weren’t you? All tan and glamorous, sipping champagne and tossing my phone into the Pacific?”

“I’m hanging up now. You’re a monster” he muttered.

“And you’re the best” she said, still grinning. “Never change.”

“I’m putting a tracking app on your phone” he grumbled.

“Bye, Tom” she said sweetly. “Don’t have nightmares about designer caftans, okay?”

As she hung up, Jules leaned against the nearest lamppost, laughing to herself.

 

Tom was still nursing his post-Jules call anxiety when his phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen, groaned, and answered.

“Leo, what do you want? Whatever it is, the answer is no.” 

“Hey, man” Leo’s smooth voice came through, cheerful and unbothered. “Just thought I’d call. So… about Jules.”

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh no. No, no, no. Don’t even start. I’m already regretting giving you her number.”

Leo chuckled on the other end. “Relax, bro. I just wanted to tell you how it went.”

“Oh, great” Tom muttered. “Did she roast you alive, or are you calling from the ashes of your self-esteem?”

“She’s… amazing” Leo said, clearly trying to find the right words.

Tom barked a laugh. “Oh, she’s amazing, all right. Let me guess, she gave you the Jules Special: one compliment wrapped in three layers of insults, just to keep you humble.”

“Actually....” Leo began, but Tom cut him off.

“No, no, don’t tell me. Let me do the honors” Tom said, sitting up. “First, she showed up ten minutes late, claiming ‘fashionably’ but really because she forgot what time she said. Then, she immediately made fun of whatever you were wearing. Something like, "Oh, nice shirt. Did they run out of the expensive ones?”

There was a long pause.

“…okay, that last part is accurate” Leo admitted.

“Of course it is” Tom said, triumphant. “I know Jules, and let me tell you, she is not girlfriend material. She’s, like, chaos incarnate. She’ll drink all your coffee, borrow your hoodie, and then insult you while wearing it.”

Leo chuckled. “You make her sound horrible.”

“She’s not horrible,” Tom corrected. “She’s Jules. Which means she’s impossible, infuriating, and more stubborn than a mule wearing noise-canceling headphones. I’ve seen her make a personal trainer cry.”

“Okay, but that’s kind of admirable,” Leo said.

“No, it’s concerning!” Tom exclaimed. “She’s the human version of a hurricane. Except hurricanes eventually pass, and Jules? Jules lingers. You’ll be lying in bed at night, and suddenly, you’ll remember something she said three weeks ago and start questioning your life choices.”

“You’re really selling her” Leo said, amused.

“I’m not trying to sell her!” Tom snapped. “I’m trying to save you. You don’t need that kind of chaos in your Malibu bubble. Stick to your yoga girls and organic juice queens. Jules is, like, an espresso martini with a splash of existential dread. Don’t come crying to me when she turns your Malibu mansion into her personal comedy club.”

“Sounds intriguing” Leo said.

Tom groaned. “Of course you think that. Look, just promise me you won’t fall for her, okay? I can’t handle the fallout when you realize she’s allergic to feelings.” 

Leo hesitated. “Actually… we decided to just be friends.”

Tom froze. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah..” Leo said casually. “She turned me down. Said I wasn’t her type, but she’d be happy to grab a drink sometime - strictly platonically.”

Tom stared at the wall in disbelief. “She friend-zoned you?”

“Now there's two of us..” Leo said, sounding oddly cheerful.

“Wow.” Tom let out a low whistle. “You’re Leonardo DiCaprio. The Titanic guy. And she said no?”

Leo laughed. “Yep. First time for everything.”

“Unbelievable” Tom muttered, shaking his head. “She’s truly unmatched.”

“Hey, I kind of respect it” Leo said. “Besides, I think we could be great friends. She’s hilarious.”

“You know, talking about Jules earlier... I might have gone a bit overboard. I wasn’t being serious. She’s not that bad.” 

“Well,” Leo said lightly, “thanks for introducing us. I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

Tom groaned again. “Great. Fantastic. Now, can both of you please leave me alone? I’m not your therapist, your mediator, or your relationship counselor.”

“You kind of are” Leo teased.

“Just do me a favor and both of you stay out of my life for a week. I’m emotionally spent.” Tom shot back. 

“Sure thing, buddy” Leo said lightly. “Talk soon.”

Tom was sprawled out on the couch, fully immersed in his righteous annoyance, when his phone buzzed again. He groaned, snatched it up, and saw the name on the screen.

“Oh, for the love of... Cillian, if you’re calling to ask Jules out, I swear to God, I’m blocking your number! I’m quitting society and joining a cult!” Tom yelled as soon as he answered.

There was a beat of silence on the other end before Cillian’s calm, slightly confused voice came through.

“Uh… what?”

Tom sat up, his rant not losing any steam. “Don’t play coy with me, Murphy. Are you planning some romantic dinner? A walk on the beach? Or maybe you’re thinking of luring her to some broody, dimly-lit jazz club where you can stare at each other in tortured silence?”

Cillian cleared his throat. “Tom, I’m… not calling about Jules.”

Tom froze, his anger deflating slightly. “…you’re not?”

“No?” Cillian said firmly, though his tone now carried a hint of amusement. “I was actually calling to ask if you wanted to join the charity game this weekend. But clearly, you’ve got some... other things going on.”

“Oh” Tom said, blinking. “Right. Of course. Charity game. Makes sense.” Tom replied and hung up, staring at his phone in disbelief. “Unbelievable, he muttered. “I’m the one who needs therapy.”

[thatsrightice]

They’re inaccurate, trust me I know. But the medals the aviators in Top Gun wear are cool and have meanings and map out a person’s military career.

Many caught my eye, but one in particular had me thinking, the Humanitarian Service Medal. In my research I found a table of approved operations for the HSM award put together by the government. That means he would have had to participate in and assist in one of the operations on the list. On the list I searched for one that caught my eye from the late 70s to early 80s, prior to Top Gun where Iceman and the others are seen wearing them, and one stood out.

Hurricane Iwa Relief 1982 (Hawai’i, US)

Hurricane Iwa was one of if not the worst hurricane Hawai’i had experienced up to that point in terms of damage. It also happened to be the “first hurricane to hit Hawaii in 23 years” according to The New York Times.

It was the final storm of hurricane season, occurring just before Thanksgiving on November 25, 1982 with winds of up to 110 mph. There were widespread power outages across several of the islands and very few structures had flashlights or candles, let alone backup generators.

Ignoring the timeline of their careers in terms of specific years because it doesn't make sense to begin with, I'm picturing Iceman, Cougar, Goose, and Slider at the Academy or Flight School having just seen the news of the hurricane on the TV in a common space. Ice is in total shock because he and many others he grew up with all believed the islands couldn't be touched by hurricanes. There certainly hadn't been any hurricanes while he'd lived there and there hadn’t been any ever longer before then. Hawai'i was the one place that felt like home and Ice was watching his home be destroyed by Hurricane Iwa.

He decided right then and there that he had to do something, and because all of staff liked him he was able to get the day before Thanksgiving off. But his friends knew that Hawai’i was important to him, maybe not aware of just how important but they knew it was the only place he talked about fondly, the only place he’d share memories and stories from with a smile.

He never asked for them to come with him and miss their own Thanksgivings but they had hearts of gold. Nick volunteered first, his caring soul had seemingly infinite amount of kindness and compassion for helping others. Bill and Tom were close, like brothers, so of course Bill was going to go with. And Ron shared a bond with Tom, knowing how important it was to have a stable home.

And so they all flew out to the west coast and caught a ride to the island on a seaplane Tom’s friend typically used to fly around tourists but was now using to bring much needed supplies to those who need it. It now made sense why Tom had experience flying seaplanes. They met up with some of his old friends and helped out where they could, reuniting people who had been separated from their loved ones, delivering supplies, etc.

They couldn’t fix everything in those couple of days, the residents would be clearing debris for months following, but Tom would never forget all that they had done for him that week. And despite the devastating nature of the event, that Thanksgiving would go down as one of Tom’s favorites, surrounded by friends and friends he considered closer than family.

[thealphashitter]

A Walk In the Park | Five X Male Reader | Chapter Three

"Oh my God, I am so, so sorry are you okay?” A familiar voice said to Five. He opened his with a groan to find the same boy from school sitting on the ground apologizing to him. Five didn't have time for this, he needed some fresh air and he needed it now.

Five quickly spotted an alley 20ft in front of him and swiftly stood up and made his way over there. He turned into the alley and spatial jumped into his secret spot in the New York State Park, a small enclosure in the forest.

Five fell on the ground and groaned, he looked around but felt sharp leaves cut at his face, most of them just grazing but a few got him good. He needed to find a new spot to teleport to.

Five stood up and looked around. One lady with a stroller walking by looked at him and walked faster down the pathway. There wasn't anybody other than him and the lady getting increasingly further away from him. Good. He needed peace and quiet. He made his way out of the bush and made his way down the path opposite to the lady. Humming a little tune as he did so.

Five had many great memories here. He would often escape the house and come here on many occasions when everything became too much for him. Sometimes his mother would take them all down here on the weekend and they'd run around and play like normal children. Sometimes they'd play hide and seek and nobody would be able to find Five until they had to go home, which only then he would reveal himself to the others. He would be very proud of himself for winning the game. Sometimes the others would get fed up with him but they still included him nonetheless. It was also one of the only times they would hang out with Victor –or as you would know as Vanya at the time– and include him in their activities.

He looked at the little pond that younger Five had always wished to fish in. There was a golden retriever with its owner playing with a dog toy by the edge of the pond. It was one of those rope ones with a knot on the ends. He gazed at the dog remembering one of his missions at the commission.

Five had been sent to kill off the father of a family. It was one of his first missions and he was around in his early 20s. He made his way down the streets of New Orleans and found himself at a townhouse. He walked up the steps and hesitated at the door before he heard a dog barking. He took a deep breath and rang the bell. He heard heavy footsteps and the door opened to reveal a very thin man with long brown hair in a white tank top and basketball shorts that looked like they were about to fall off him and reveal his ass to the world. His eyes were bloodshot and he had something rolled in paper in his other hand, probably a blunt.

Five opened his mouth to speak before he was interrupted by an older woman's voice coming from inside the house. “Adam, who is at the door?” The woman said before appearing behind Adam with a dish and a cloth in her hands, a golden retriever following close behind. Adam tossed the blunt to the side and turned around to face what Five assumes is his mother. “I dunno’ Ma, he just showed up here-” “Aidan Fischer ma’am, I was wondering if I could have a word with your husband? I'm an assistant of his boss and I was told to bring these to him immediately.” Five gestured to the briefcase that he used to travel space and time with, a smile feigning innocence on his face.

The woman quickly smiled and put the dish and cloth in one hand while extending her right hand to Five. “Dolly darling, my husband is just in the living room.” Dolly said. She disappeared for a moment and Five heard her say “Hey Pumpkin? One of your boss’s assistants is here with paperwork for you!” Dolly said. Adam stepped to the side and gestured for Five to come in and that's what he did.

Five stepped into the home, Adam closing the door behind him as he went outside, probably to look for his blunt. Five didn't care though, none of that was his concern anyway. All he needed to do was kill the man and be done with this.

Five turned into the living room and put on a smile as he greeted the man who he was about to kill. The golden retriever from earlier had curled itself up on one of the couches next to the father. “Hello there Mr. Pavlinsky, I am here because of our mutual boss, I hope you know that.” Five said to the man, honestly he was just saying random things in hopes he gets it. Luckily Mr. Pavlinsky didn't say anything about it. He seemed to be more upset about the fact he was getting work related stuff after-hours.

Mr. Pavlinsky sighed, he switched the TV off before letting out a groan and turning to face Five. “So, what does the big boss want me to have that requires you to interrupt my wonderful evening?” Mr. Pavlinsky asked, annoyance coating his words. “Well Mr. Pavlinsky, it's quite an urgent matter and he told me to get it to you right away.” Five said as he pulled out a gun from his suit and stood up, pointing it at Mr. Pavlinsky’s head. Mr. Pavlinsky's eyes widened as he put his hands up. “Hold on, we can talk about this-” Five pulled the trigger and gone was Mr. Pavlinsky. The dog beside him woke up and was now whimpering in fear but Five didn't pay much mind to him as he opened the briefcase and back at the commission he was.

Five blinked, letting the memory leave his mind. There was no need to dwell on the past. He took one last glance at the dog and owner and continued on his walk.

[waddlesworth]

Age Of Insurgence Cast- A Dystopia

Synopsis:

Year 2163

Across heavily guarded fencelines lie great cities under the control of a ruling totalitarian government that has their ways set into a 1950s lifestyle, with the government separating its citizens into a caste system. Their motto?

“Unity Through Allegiance”

However, Kara Aphelion thinks differently among the rest, and strives to find those who are just like her in order to rebel. As an autistic, she’ll journey past the gates with her new ally, Ulysses Nicholas (also known as UN-84), to find more than meets the eye.

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Fancasts With Brief Descriptions:

Kara Aphelion

An autistic woman sorted into the Gray caste, who’s skills are a mystery to those watching through the camera surveillance. Working in a factory as an assembly-line employee, she longs for something more: Freedom.

Fancast- AnnaSophia Robb

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Ulysses Nicholas (UN-84)

A listed ‘Undesirable’ among the caste system, Ulysses is a man who dreams of becoming a pilot in honor of his late friend. He wears his friend’s jacket through stolen valor (in order to keep the memory of his friend alive), Ulysses hides this secret from Kara, among other secrets that could cost them their lives.

Fancast- John Paul Reynolds

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Captain Irving Marx

A man that wants to protect Kara from harm, he strives to use his military assets to assist Kara and Ulysses in any way he can, even if it costs him. He suffers with amnesia, but what could his memories be hiding?

Fancast- David Bowie

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Valerian Huxley

The pilot with a sense of justice, Valerian is Ulysses’ only friend who accepted him for who he is. Although he is the reason for Ulysses becoming an Undesirable, Ulysses doesn’t hold it against him even after his death.

Fancast- Oscar Isaac

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Christina Huxley

Valerian’s wife and a nurse for the Undesirables, she acts as a mother and friend towards Kara. She’s very kind and caring towards those who need it most.

Fancast- Freema Agyeman

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Cyprian

The main antagonist with no official title or rank, he holds the power within the city of New York. With the rebellion tarnishing his plans, he wants to capture Kara and Ulysses before his city falls into ruins.

Fancast- Bob Odenkirk

[scientia-rex]

Hello! Hope you are well. I wanted to ask if you would be able to give some insight into rural/small town medicine and dynamics? I want to be a social worker that potentially works in rural areas but I was wondering how things/the needs/the way things are different there that is compared to the suburbs or the city? Thank you for all your posts and have a good day!

If you haven't lived in a rural area, you need to do that before you consider moving there permanently. Different rural areas are WILDLY different, both in social makeup and in weather/geography/distance from urban areas. Some basic commonalities you'll encounter are that life takes place in a fishbowl; every single person you run into has a decent chance of being connected to someone else, so never talk shit until you know whether and how they're related to the person you're talking to. Never assume you can do something without it getting back to you but also your boss. Social services are generally based on property taxes and rural areas are poor, so funding will suck, there will not be enough professionals, the workload will be nuts, and your patients will be on Medicaid, which varies from state to state in terms of coverage. You'll also see a rotating cast of well-meaning people who moved out the sticks thinking it would be one way and leave as soon as they can because they discover they hate it. Older people are more likely to stick around in rural areas and placing older adults in memory care or skilled nursing or assisted living facilities (these are all different) is a bitch and a half because our country does not give one hot shit about vulnerable elder adults.

Find someone in the area you think you're interested in and shadow them before you consider moving there. I have no idea how many doctors, APCs, mental health professionals, social workers, pharmacists, physical therapists, occupational therapists, nurses, and nursing assistants I've seen get the hell out of Dodge after moving here, but it's the majority of posted positions around here. I'm notable because I've stuck around. I stuck around because I knew what this area was like and what to expect, because I was born and raised here, and my spouse was also born and raised here. (If you are partnered, there's a good chance your partner will hate it or they won't be able to find work. If you aren't, the dating pool is very shallow, especially for a professional who may not have as much in common with people working blue-collar jobs.)

Rural America looks a lot of different ways. There are predominantly white farming communities as the major stereotypes go, but there are fishing communities, there are communities in the South and the Southwest, there are predominantly Black communities, there are predominantly Native American communities, there are predominantly Latino communities, there are migrant farm laborer communities that shift drastically depending on season, there are Alaskan communities where you are hundreds of miles by bush plane from the nearest clinic let alone hospital. Rural Hawaii is going to look different and need different things than rural Ohio. Rural Mississippi is going to be very different than rural Maine. So look at where you're interested in going, reach out to local professionals, maximize any interpersonal connections. Who you know is everything. Your word is your bond. Never, ever, ever be rude to someone on the phone, never flip anyone off in traffic, basically be the opposite of any New York New York stereotypes you have, because everyone is always watching you.

Just for an example: My next-door neighbor is the mother-in-law of a local ICU nurse I worked with during residency, who I know because we carpooled in preschool because her brother was in my year. One block away, an MA from the clinic I worked at before I quit and came to my current clinic lives with his dog. Oh, there's another point worth mentioning. Rural areas will have very limited employers. I have three clinics I can work at in a 45-minute commute range. I left the one that was 10 minutes away and now work at one that's 30 minutes away. There is some funding for repaying student loans; that narrowed my choice down to 2 employers. If I piss off the wrong person at my current employer, I'll have to sell my house and move.

I lived in the city for ten years. I went to the ballet, I went to museums, I went to restaurants, I went to public parks. I don't miss it. I would infinitely rather be out here with my trees. My only regret is that my husband wanted to live closer to town so I don't have 20 acres between me and my nearest neighbor; I can see their houses from mine. If you want a city life, do not think you can have that out here. I haven't been to karaoke since I moved; not only is there no karaoke for two hours, but even if there were, the place would be full of my patients, and no one looks at you the same way once they realize their doctor exists outside of the clinic and has a personal life, much less that you have normal human flaws.

Oh, and there's almost no public transit. Property taxes, etc. Walkability is not a thing here. And when the wind shifts, everything smells like manure.

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Today - April 22, 1992

Credits to Roberto Macchi.

Why Bowie had to say the Lord's Prayer for pal Craig

by LIZ MOORE

SUPERSTAR David Bowie yesterday told of the sadness which led him to sink to his knees and pray on the stage of the Freddie Mercury tribute concert.

Bowie recited the Lord's Prayer before an audience of millions in a very public show of compassion for the private plight of a close friend, Craig, who is dying from Aids.

“He was in my thoughts as I watched the concert and I knew that I wanted to send a message to him,” Bowie revealed.

“I had no idea of what I was going to say until just before I went on stage.

“Something made me think of the Lord’s Prayer and it seemed to me that it would be the most direct way of reaching him with integrity. It just felt like the right thing to do.”

Before he flew out of Heathrow for New York, the 46-year-old rock star said: “Craig is someone who my assistant Coco and I have known for many, many years and who has tragically been toppled by Aids.

“He does not have long to live, I'm afraid.”

It was largely because of Craig that Bowie took part in the star-studded Easter Monday tribute to Freddie Mercury.

Bowie stunned the audience when he interrupted the music to pray for the victims of Aids, mentioning Craig by name.

Before he flew out Bowie vowed to keep Craig's personal details secret.

“He's a private individual, nothing at all to do with the music business or entertainment.

“I think because of that, it would be totally unfair of me to reveal his identity or any more information about him. It's vital that his anonymity is preserved.”

Asked if he was involved in caring for Craig, he said: “Coco and I are constantly in touch with him.”

Before the show, Bowie revealed that his friend's plight had spurred him into taking part.

On stage Bowie said: “This tribute is for our very good friend Freddie and also to our friends, your friends and possibly members of your family who have been troubled by this relentless disease.

“To all the people watching and to my friend Craig, I would like to extend my best wishes to everyone.”

Yesterday, Bowie said he was satisfied the concert had succeeded in getting across the message of Aids awareness, as well as being a fitting tribute to Freddie Mercury.

“I think enough of the performers said enough about the issue to nail down the seriousness of this horrific disease.

“And it was an absolutely splendid show.”

Bowie's agent Alan Edwards added: “Craig is obviously someone he knows outside the music world. He won't divulge any more about him.”

Concert organisers and Aids workers yesterday began the task of deciding how to allocate the estimated £20 million raised by the show.

The money, which came mostly from film and television rights, merchandising profits and public donations, will go to Aids charities to boost the battle against the disease.

[Photo caption: Supermodel Cindy Crawford sports spots]

Stars club together for King of Queen

Words: JANE MOORE

Pictures: DAVE HOGAN, RICHARD YOUNG, NIKOS

THE stars who rocked the fans at the Freddie Mercury tribute concert later danced until dawn at a party in his memory.

The flamboyant Queen singer's spirit lived on as band members Brian May and Roger Taylor joined Liza Minnelli, Cindy Crawford and George Michael.

Earlier, as the 72,000-strong crowd filed slowly from Wembley Stadium, a fleet of limousines whisked the stars to exclusive Browns club in London's Covent Garden.

The champagne flowed as the guests swapped stories about the Queen front man who died of Aids in November.

The celebrities toasted the success of the concert which looks set to raise £20 million for Aids charities worldwide.

George Michael, dressed from head to toe in black, stayed until the early hours of the morning at the club where he is a regular customer.

He spent a long time chatting to Cabaret star Liza Minnelli, who was still flushed from her emotional performance.

She led the finale with a version of Queen hit We Are The Champions.

Drummer Roger Taylor was escorted by stunning girlfriend Debbie Leng, who was dressed in figure-hugging black leather shorts and jacket.

And Queen guitarist Brian May took his girlfriend Anita Dobson, dressed in a black bolero hat and black lace dress.

Joining them were EastEnders actress Gillian Taylforth — enjoying her first big night out since the birth of her daughter Jessica three months ago — and her boyfriend Geoff Knights.

Paul Young and his wife Stacey left their daughter Levi with a babysitter.

Seal arrived with a new image. Gone were the trademark black leather trousers. Instead he wore a loose fitting white suit and glasses.

Wild Guns 'n' Roses frontman Axl Rose arrived without his usual posse of burly minders.

Still on a high from his concert success, he chatted to Def Leppard singer Joe Elliott.

“The atmosphere was fantastic because everyone was still buzzing from the concert,” said one guest.

“They played really up music all night long, and the dance floor was absolutely packed the whole time.

“They played a couple of Queen tracks and everyone went wild.

“The general feeling was that everyone should go wild and have a really good time because it's what Freddie would have wanted. He wouldn't want people sitting around moping about him."

However, one star was missing. “Everyone noticed that Elton John was particularly quiet backstage at the concert,” said an organiser.

“I think he found the whole thing rather upsetting because he loved Freddie very much.

“I don't think he could face going to a huge party.”

But for the party-goers the night was the ideal way to remember the life of the man who loved celebrations.

As he left, Roger Taylor summed up the mood: “Freddie would have loved it.”

[Photo caption: Roger Taylor escorts girlfriend Debbie Leng at the party]

[Photo caption: Wild singer Axl Rose relaxes in the luxury of a limousine]

[Photo caption: Part guest George Michael]

[Photo caption: Paul Young gives wife Stacey a hug]

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( robert pattinson, cismale, he/him ) THEODORE BISHOP the THIRTY-SEVEN year old is said to remind people of THE SMOOTH CARESS OF EXPENSIVE LEATHER AND THE UNSETTLING FEELING OF BEING KNOWN. they are known to be CHARMING and METICULOUS which makes sense when you think about how they are HEAD OF HEIST OPS in THE SYNDICATE. written by taylor.

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&. BASICS

full name: theodore henry bishop

nicknames: bishop, theo 

age / D.O.B.: 37 / 18.05.1987

sexuality: heterosexual

place of birth: barnes, london, uk

gender: cismale

current location: brooklyn, nyc

&. MORE BASIC INFO

accent: british, specifically central london though it has dulled slightly over the years

languages: english, french, some italian

education: ba in psychology, philosophy and linguistics from oxford university

occupation: head of heist ops for the syndicate

transportation: a forest green 1976 porsche 911 (930)

tattoos: his mother’s initials on his left wrist 

drinks, smokes, & drugs: yes, yes, no

&. PERSONALITY

zodiac sign: taurus

mbti: intp 

likes: literature, classic rock

dislikes: loud chewing, invasive questions

bad habits: tearing labels off bottles, swearing

secret talent: playing the piano

hobbies: cooking, going for late night runs, collecting old vinyls

fears: monotony, true indifference 

five positive traits: charming, protective, adaptable, determined, introspective 

five negative traits: meticulous (bordering on perfectionistic), escapist, guarded, conflicted, competitive

&. BACKGROUND

tw: familial death

Theodore Bishop has always been lost. A  wanderer, it was his restless feet that carried him to a lakefront in the summer of ‘94. It was a sweltering day, the bank was crowded, yet when no one cared to spare the gasping pleas of a boy caught in the swell, Theo was there. His first and last act of heroism, as he now sardonically recalls it.

Celeste Bishop, a single mother who worked as a waitress at the local pub, raised him in a tiny cottage on the Thames. She coddled him and in turn fostered a soft, gentle spirit that he carried with him after her death when he was ten. His memories of her and their humble dwellings comforted him through the ensuing years of instability, as he was tossed between aunts and uncles who never wanted him. A lanky boy with a crooked smile and quiet demeanor, there was never one defining moment that set the pace for his life. However, perhaps being expelled from elementary school for shoplifting adult magazines was a sign.

Unlike his more outspoken cousins, he found himself in books and football, his agility earning him a striking position on his secondary school’s squad. Still, he never quite connected with the other boys, impossibly pragmatic on the pitch and disinterested in socializing afterward. Theo was an observer and an impossibly sensitive one at that.

But his mother was dead and the world was unkind, a truth he learned in the form of an ACL tear which put an end to hopes of a university playing career. Instead, he pursued linguistics, psychology, and philosophy.

Upon graduation, he moved to California to live with his cousin. The other man was one of the few members of their family who understood him, who was raised far from the dreary English shores and didn’t tease him for his introspective nature.

Anthony introduced Theo to a faster-paced lifestyle, one that would put his skills to good use. He started small at first, assisting with heists and observing the movements of local luxury store owners. His eye for detail endeared him to The Syndicate, and he moved up their ranks swiftly, finally able to abandon the anxious, adrift boy he had once been. It was a lucrative career and he drank it in for all it was worth. When they announced the move to New York, he was the first on the plane.

Theodore, or Bishop as he came to be known amongst the gang, made it his business to learn Brooklyn as well as the back of his hand, liaising with the other gangs when his boss asked it of him. His clinical precision and disarming demeanor made him an asset, as he was able to charm his way into the best jewelry shops in the city without anyone batting an eye. After all, who would suspect a well-dressed, high-paying client to be the one casing the joint? The trick was in the timing — a visit a few weeks in advance, planting bugs in all the blind spots to allow for distant observation, and the perfect heist was born. 

Theodore grew jaded in the same way he resurfaced with the drowning boy all those years ago. Slowly drawing towards the surface and then breaching, disturbing the stillness of the surface in far-reaching ripples. The weight of being a pragmatic taskmaster wore on him, and the loneliness he shrugged away began to catch up. He could see the ripples of their actions, the disasters the Syndicate didn’t see fit to tamper with; the works of their ‘allies’, the lives they didn’t see worthy of saving. Murder was an entirely different blood sport than stealing already-pilfered diamonds, and it left a sour taste in his mouth.

When news of the Blackwell girl’s death reached the media, Theodore kept his opinions to himself. A well-connected family had lost a daughter, and he’d long since grown indifferent to the moves of the wealthy. After all, his own wealth came from exploiting the system that kept them rich — corruption. Regardless, his mother’s memory tugs at the corners of his mind, reminding him of the gentle boy he once was. And who is he to decide which parts of himself should die, permanently erased from the annals of his memory?

bold which habits your muse has

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

&. HEADCANNONS

he prefers to go by theo, but in gang matters is officially introduced as theodore. it's somewhat of a defensive technique, and he tends to wait until he’s gotten to know someone before correcting them. one more way to keep his new life from interacting with the old

theo has a burn scar on his left forearm from his most recent operation. it’s the first time a sizable vestige of an operation has marred his skin, and he doesn’t quite know what to make of it. he’s grown accustomed to doing the job that’s asked of him without question and putting it out of his mind shortly thereafter; this time… the memory lingers and he can’t help but wonder what he was doing there in the first place

it’s tortured nights in luxurious hotel rooms, desperate for home but knowing there’s none to return to. it’s a breathy laugh that doesn’t quite reach steely blue eyes, a sarcastic quip to deflect, deflect, deflect. it’s waking too early to watch fuscia rays inject an inky black sky, shirt clinging too tightly to a sweat-slicked back. it’s trading glances across a crowded room, feet rooted firmly in place because duty depends on it. it’s the dull ache of a possibility unrealized, the tick of a watch sweeping across a million-dollar face, jewels ripe for the taking. it’s realizing that you’re on a chess board… and deciding to be the bishop

[maia-bochner]

Full Name: Maia Sophia Bochner

Nicknames: Mai

Faceclaim: Emily Ratajkowski

Age & Birthday: 31 - August 19th 1992

Zodiac: Leo

Occupation: Bartender at Golden Hour

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: She/her & cisfemale

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hometown & length of time in town: Los Angeles, California. Moved to Briar Ridge when she was 14, left for college and returned a few years after for 10 years in total.

Neighborhood: Beach Front

Family: Only child, a mother and father still alive

Maia was born in Los Angeles when her father was on tour. He almost missed her birth but managed to get home in time. Her father was a guitarist in a popular rock band of the 80's and for most of her childhood Maia has many memories of staying home with her mom while her dad toured. Sometimes they would visit him during his tours and she grew up with the band members. When she was about 10 her father's career had slowed down, the band had broken up and he had no plans to join a new band. Maia's mother grew up in a small town in North Carolina and knew of Briar Ridge. They decided to move the family to North Carolina to raise Maia in a more stable city and household so they moved out there when she was 14.

Maia attended high school in Briar Ridge. And though it was very different than L.A., she still enjoyed the beach town. Maia was always friendly and vivacious and was a cheerleader in high school. When it came time to go to college, she choose to attend University of Southern California. Maia got a degree in marketing, but school wasn't really something she cared too much for. After school, she stayed in L.A. and started her history of bouncing from job to job with no real career.

She did social media for a cosmetics company while doing some small time modeling on the side. After that, she worked at a night club. Maia had money from her parents so working was never really needed. She moved around to different cities for a few years, working odd jobs and traveling on vacations more often than she worked. She lived in New York City, Miami and Chicago after L.A. before finally moving back to Briar Ridge.

When she moved back she started a job at a boutique, then was an assistant to a photographer, and finally she got her job as a bartender at The Golden Hour Beach Bar where she is currently. Maia likes Briar Ridge, she likes the city by the beach and still travels a lot while only working a few days a week.

Maia is a free spirit and vivacious. She's flirty, spontaneous and while spoiled she treats everyone kindly and respectfully. While she has no musical talent herself, she grew up around the music scene and has both family friends established in the music industry and new friends who have made their way into it. Maia has no plans for the future and is more focused on just enjoying life.

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the legendary, consummate entertainer, comedian, singer, and actor, Dean Martin. In the late 1940s he broke out in a hugely successful comedy duo with Jerry Lewis, then was seared into public conciousness with Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis, Jr. in The Rat Pack. My respect for Dino grew around his musical choices and catalogue of material. I do several covers of his songs (especially in my care home set) and my original song “Somebody Loves You (Like Dino Said)” has a direct refraction on Dean’s “You’re Nobody Till Somebody Loves You.” In 1955 he had a #1 hit with the folk-doo wop song “Memories Are Made of This.” It became a theme for a book written by his daughter Deana, a singer in her own right whose career intersected with The Monkees and Davy Jones (they also dated back in the day), and there was a phase where she’d sit in on our gigs + she sang with us at Davy’s 2012 New York memorial and a Monkees Convention in 2013. Davy was also close friends with Dino Martin (of Dino Desi & Billy), and when they weren’t driving old army tanks around in the desert, they played pool with Dean at Dean’s home. Davy was quite a comedy quipster, and he often said, “It’s OK to steal my jokes. I just stole them from someone else.” One of his “someone else” sources was Dean Martin.

“Memories Are Made of This” was written by Richard Dehr, Terry Gilkyson, and Frank Miller—as The Easy Riders, they provided the vocal harmonies on Dean’s version. After the 1956 Hungarian Revolution, the song was adapted into the "Honvágy-dal" ('The Song of Homesickness”) and used as an unofficial anthem for refugees scattered around the world. Recorded by Ida Boros, it became a cultural phenomenon and a sign of protest against the communist government. The standard English version has been covered countless times (notably by Little Richard, Johnny Cash, and Cliff Richard & The Shadows), and here’s how I do it in my assisted living home set. Meanwhile, HB Dino—thank you for the hours of humor and song you left us.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4VEVSBXaP4

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How to Properly Clean and Care for Your Jewelry Collection

Introduction

Jewelry is extra than simply an accessory, it holds sentimental fee, represents good sized milestones,  and provides a touch of beauty to our lives. Whether it is a loved heirloom, a gift from a loved one, or a chunk you've chosen for yourself,

Each object in your moissanite rings for women series deserves  care to preserve its beauty and sturdiness. Over time, publicity to elements consisting of dust, oils, and chemical substances can diminish the luster and brilliance of your rings. Proper cleansing and renovation are crucial to keep those treasured objects.

This manual will offer you with practical and effective guidelines on how to smooth and take care of various styles of jewelry, from gold and silver to diamonds and pearls. You'll research the nice practices for ordinary cleaning, safe garage, and managing to save you damage. 

Whether you're coping with the jewelry collection or gown pieces, these pointers will assist you maintain your collection glowing and in pinnacle situations for years yet to come. Let's dive into the world of jewelry care and find out how to hold your treasured pieces searching their high-quality

How to Clean a Diamond Ring at Home

Cleaning Diamonds jewelry At home are taken into consideration as the toughest hardest on the earth. However, this does not mean that they should not be worn, so it is important to understand. how to clean a diamond ring easily at home if you want to keep it in shape. 

Daily put on regularly results within the accumulation of unwanted oil and particles that may affect the shine and luster of your new appearance. Also undesirable discoloration and scratches. (Spoiler alert: Most fine jewelry is easy to maintain as long as you follow the proper steps.) And let me just say that, as an editor and bride-to-be, I can attest that there's nothing more pleasurable than seeing my freshly cleansed glow and shine.

Your new sparkle will probably be one of the most expensive pieces of jewelry you own, so you'll definitely want to know how to clean the ring at home.

That's why I contacted Christina Gandia Gamble, professional gemologist and owner of Greenwich St. That's why I contacted Christina Gandia Gamble, professional gemologist and owner of Greenwich St in New York. With over 18 years of experience in the industry, 

General Tips for your jewelry clean

1. Regular Cleaning: Clean your jewelry regularly to avoid buildup of dirt and oils.

2. Proper Storage: Store each piece one by one to avoid scratches and tangling.

3. Avoid chemicals: Keep your jewelry away from harsh chemical compounds, perfumes and creams.

4. Handle with care: Use caution when carrying and cleaning your rings to avoid damage.

Cleaning Different Types of Jewelry

Gold Jewelry Cleaning:- 

1. Mix a few drops of dish soap with warm water.

2. Soak the jewelry for 15-20 mins.

3. Gently scrub with a soft-bristle toothbrush.

4. Rinse with heat water and dry with a tender cloth.

Silver Jewelry Cleaning:

1. Mix baking soda and water to form a paste.

2. Apply the paste to the jewelry using a soft cloth.

3. Rub gently, then rinse with warm water.

4. Dry thoroughly with a soft cloth.

Importance For Cleaning The Jewelry 

It is important to clean your jewelry properly to maintain its aesthetic appeal, ensure strength and maintain its cost. Regular cleaning restores shine and prevents stains, dust and dirt that can cause wear and tear. It also maintains hygiene by getting rid of microorganisms and allergens, And protects your wealth by preserving the market value of the Jewelry. Regular inspections at some of cleansing can detect harm early, Jewelry retains its  sentimental value, enhances its leisure and preserves memories.

Conclusion

Proper cleaning and care of your jewelry is important to maintain its beauty, value, and longevity. Regular cleaning not only restores its shine but also prevents damage. Making sure your pieces stay in good condition. By dedicating time to cleaning and checking your jewelry. You can enjoy its aesthetic appeal and best value for years to come, Preserving both your investment and cherished memories. Little maintenance goes a long way in keeping your jewelry collection radiant and timeless.

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Fics With Titles That Start With G Masterlist 2

part one

Gala (ao3) - arianapeterson19 tony/thor E, 1k

Summary: Really, Tony should have just worn underwear to the gala.

Gamora, You're a Fine Girl (ao3) - Meraki_fics gamora/peter G, 4k

Summary: Gamora has never been good at emotions, being raised by a genocidal maniac does that to a person. Emotions are a weakness, at least that's how Thanos raised his borrowed children. Emotions were not something she ever spent time on or paid any attention to. However, in her new home with her new family, emotions were something to be aware of.

Geriatric Road Trip, 2015 (ao3) - what_alchemy steve/bucky N/R, 4k

Summary: Bucky was the eldest of four.

Gets Me (ao3) - ClaraxBarton bucky/clint E, 8k

Summary: During an Avengers debriefing, Clint strikes up a conversation with an attractive stranger. On Grindr.

ghosts of christmas memory (ao3) - scifigrl47 clint/phil, steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: There were three Christmases that Phil Coulson and Clint Barton spent together that altered their relationship. They were tied together by a song, a job, and Clint’s ability to become injured in just about any situation.

Christmas is a time of giving, friendship and love.

G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 100k

Summary: They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.

And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

Giving You Hope (ao3) - skysofrey clint/natasha G, 4k

Summary: Clintasha centered Endgame Fix-It where they exchange the soul stone for Nat's life. Emotions and reunions ensue.

glass windows, steel blues (ao3) - fangedangel (clockworkqueen) bucky/t'challa, bucky/alexander N/R, 9k

Summary: T'Challa is the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Bucky is his new assistant.

glitter in the air (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor bucky/steve/sam G, 1k

Summary: Steve volunteers him and Bucky to watch Peter when Tony needs to go to an important business meeting for Stark Industries. Bucky’s only been back for a few months, and doesn’t quite trust himself around others, let alone a child.

god loves everybody, don't remind me (ao3) - napricot M, 70k

Summary: N’Jadaka didn’t believe in the gods of his people. But belief was not a prerequisite of the gods’ attention, and the blood of the Panther tribe ran in N’Jadaka’s veins. Bast took hold of his soul in her mighty jaws and lifted it free of his body. She gave him a warning shake, just as she would a misbehaving kitten, and set him back. With one careful claw, she tweaked his path through time into a twisting loop. Wayward and abandoned though he was, N’Jadaka was still of her tribe. He could set things right, if given the chance.

Erik gets a do-over. Erik gets a lot of do-overs. Or: Erik Killmonger's own personal version of Groundhog Day, only with a lot more murder, dying, trips to the ancestral plane, awkward family conversations, and divine intervention.

Gods and Gravity (fanfiction.net) - i-prefer-the-term-antihero G, 12k

Summary: What's more fun than making Loki, Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff, and Shuri interact within the MCU? Forcing them to live together at the Mystery Shack in Gravity Falls!

God's Righteous Man (ao3) - FoxyAtlas M, 232k

Summary: A story in which the serum doesn't affect Steve's size, the shield goes to Bucky, and they reunite years before the Battle of New York. Also, Steve is a punk, but that's canon.

A timeline starting with the Howling Commandos and going all the way to Pre-Infinity War.

Go Fish (ao3) - notlucy steve/bucky M, 2k

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man stuck in an airport, in possession of an iPhone, must open Tinder.

Gone (ao3) - nonna T, 57k

Summary: In the final fight scene of Captain America Civil War, Tony's helmet breaks off the armour after the relentless clashing it receives.

What if the harsh hits to his head create serious complications for Tony, and he loses his sight?

Good Boys Don't Gamble On Love (ao3) - thelittlestpurplecat steve/bucky E, 79k

Summary: Bucky couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been involved with the STRIKE fraternity on campus. They were a bunch of assholes, but they were really all he had, and they'd wagered a bet for a prize Bucky couldn't refuse. But in order to win, he had to be the first to fuck the tiny, gorgeous, blond freshmen, and he was competing against every other guy in the fraternity.

It was just a bet. A stupid bet.

Sure, it was mean, but no one was gonna get hurt...right?

Good Things to Those Who Wait (ao3) - Annie D (scaramouche) steve/tony E, 10k

Summary: Tony assumed that after he and Steve got together, his heats would be more fun. He’s right, but he’s also wrong.

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait (ao3) - memorizingthedigitsofpi leo/jemma E, 12k

Summary: Mr Fitz and Miss Simmons are back again, and this time the focus is on pleasure instead of pain. Fitz has read up on something that strikes his fancy and Jemma is just as eager to try it out.

Go Slow Go Slow - Wakanda Princess Remix (feat. Shuri) (ao3) - AllWhoWander (phobean) G, 20k

Summary: Two years after the Battle of Earth, Shuri gets ejected from her lab and crashes Sam and Bucky’s cross-continent road trip.

Go Ugly Early (ao3) - just_another_tinker steve/tony, clint/phil, bucky/natasha E, 252k

Summary: He’s The Captain?

This was not good. This was so not good.

There were theories of course, of what The Captain would look like. Most followed the typical Hollywoodesque belief that he was some version of the Godfather, sitting in a dark room with a cigar, commanding his forces with a flick of his wrist. There were even some that even thought that The Captain was not one person, but a whole network of people with eyes and ears everywhere.

The blonde Adonis in front of him was definitely not what Tony was expecting.

Of course, in the end it didn’t matter.

There was a reason no one knew what The Captain looked like.

Because anyone who saw his face never lived to tell the tale.

Green Tea Panna Cotta with Cookie Crumble and Brûléed Plums (ao3) - derevko_child phil/melinda G, 3k

Summary: They both smell like they just came out of a coffee shop but Coulson smells like coffee and May smells like tea, and if twenty years ago, someone tells him that one day, he’ll be sitting in between the two of them, eating Chinese takeout for dinner, knees touching, watching tv and bantering like old friends, he’d probably think they’re crazy

Agent Jimmy Woo gets a surprise visit from old friends.

[sxlveira]

[raúl esparza - 50 - he/him] Introducing EDGAR SILVEIRA. Word on the street is they are an ASSISTANT DISTRICT ATTORNEY affiliated with THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY. Though they are RESERVED and BLUNT, they can also be RESILIENT and CARING. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

[sky - 23 - she/her - gmt - no triggers]

✧･ﾟ— B A S I C S

— NAME: Edgar Daniel Francisco Silveira

— NICKNAME/S: Ed (by his family) ; Eddie (by others close to him)

— D.O.B.: 4th April 1973 (age 50)

— GENDER, PRONOUNS, SEXUALITY: Cis male, he/him, heterosexual

— HOMETOWN: New York City, NY, USA

— AFFILIATION: The Syndicate

— JOB POSITION: Assistant District Attorney

— EDUCATION: J.D. degree, LL.M, and S.J.D. from Harvard Law School

✧･ﾟ— P E R S O N A L I T Y

— MBTI: ESFJ – the consul

— POSITIVE TRAITS: Hardworking, resilient, intelligent, observant, organised

— NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stern, reserved, argumentative, blunt, cynical

✧･ﾟ— F A M I L Y

— MOTHER: Isabel Marie Silveira

— FATHER: Ruyan Isaac Francisco

— OLDER BROTHER: Frederico ‘Rico’ Isaac Francisco Silveira

— ‘SEEING EACH OTHER’: Anaïs Murad @anaismurad

✧･ﾟ— A P P E A R A N C E

— FACECLAIM: Raúl Esparza

— EYE COLOUR: Blue

— HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown with greying patches and beard

— BUILD: Average

— HEIGHT: 6’

— SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A 5cm scar on his left calf from a childhood accident

— BODY MODIFICATIONS: N/A

— CLOTHING

✧･ﾟ— F A V O U R I T E S

— FOOD: Pizza (particularly pepperoni)

— DRINK: Bourbon

— BOOK: Slow Horses by Mick Herron

— FILM: Road to Perdition (2002)

— TV SHOW: Elementary (2012-2019)

— SEASON: Winter

— COLOUR: Red

✧･ﾟ— B I O G R A P H Y

— Edgar was born on 4th April 1973 at 12:09am and is the youngest of two sons born to Ryan Francisco, a neurosurgeon, and his wife Isabel, a court stenographer. His brother Rico is older than him by 4 years and they were both taught to speak fluent Spanish by both of their parents. They lived in Queens.

— Edgar’s first love was baseball. He always played with his brother in their yard and their local park, often spending hours watching it on TV too. Their father took them to their first game when Edgar was seven and it remains to be his favourite memory. He also loves espionage novels and enjoys his downtime by reading them with tea and cookies.

— He grew up happy, although his father spent a lot of time out of the house due to his demanding job. Edgar looked up to Ryan, admiring his ambition, skill, compassion, and for a very brief time Edgar wanted to be a surgeon too (only after wanting to be a zookeeper, a scuba diver, a professional baseball player, and an astronaut, though). He was also close to his brother and mother: they would go on days out into the city together and spend time reading in the evenings amongst other things. This was when his love of literature began.

— Unlike his brother, Edgar was ambitious and always wanted to be challenged, especially at school. He was influenced by his mother and became interested in law because of her. He wanted to be the most successful prosecutor in NYC, so ensured that he studied hard to get through high school to focus solely on learning the law and making his parents proud. Meanwhile, Rico was getting into trouble with his teachers and also with the authorities. He’d been involved in the wrong crowds, getting involved in thefts and drug dealing, and brought shame to their parents. At the age of 19, Rico eventually left home in the dead of night and left a note to Edgar saying how sorry he was and that he’d be okay on his own. They wouldn’t see each other for another seven years and that meeting was a very brief one in the Christmas shopping crowds of lower Manhattan.

— Edgar graduated from Harvard at the top of his class. He had a four year long feud with a fellow student named Thomas and had vowed to beat him into getting top scores. They ended up being best friends and whilst Thomas ended up moving to Washington DC, they stayed in contact and see each other around the holidays.

— Edgar moved back home after graduating and after spending a couple of months helping his parents renovate their house he completed a strict study regime for his bar review before passing the bar exam first try. He then got his first job at the Queens District Attorney’s office as a clerk before working his way up to ADA. At the age of 32, he transferred from Queens to Manhattan, upping his workload and moving into a city apartment and has been there ever since. He still visits his parents often, though.

— He became an inadvertent affiliate of The Syndicate when he helped out his brother in certain dodgy dealings and in turn met Anaïs, who he tried not fall for but he did (and did so hard even if he won't admit it out loud to anyone other than Anaïs herself). In what little spare time he has, Edgar works for her father- Syndicate leader Petros, who made him realise that his talents could be put to good use in the world of crime with great rewards.

— Although ambitious and wanting to be a District Attorney (and even Attorney General), Edgar has been very comfortable in his ADA career and despite his experience he thinks he still has a way to go (little does he know that it’s just the self-doubt talking). He understands that it involves a lot of power and responsibility and doesn’t want to be watched too closely by government officials or the public considering his ties to crime.

✧･ﾟ— W AN T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

— COLLEAGUES & ASSOCIATES: If your muse also works in law- especially in Manhattan- then it’s likely they’ve crossed paths with Edgar. Maybe they’re friends or maybe they’re rivals, but I’m up for discussing anything!

— OLDER BROTHER: Rico (or name UTP) is almost four years older than Edgar and has been involved in crime since his mid-teens. He’s an efficient thief and has evaded arrest on countless occasions. The two were very close when they were younger, but as soon as Rico left home things changed drastically and now that Edgar is lowkey involved in The Syndicate I’m also up to discussing anything in regards to how that might have changed their relationship (maybe it brought them back together or maybe there’s still a wedge between them)!

[freeworldallahmbaclass]

50 Cent executive MBA Class Omari Hardwick style class it's a style and look GQ man of the year and time magazine man of the year New York City man of the year and America's man of the year Allen Henry aka Free World 🌎 2019 , 2020 , 2021 , 2022 and again 2023 and did I mention I won the Nobel memorial prizes twice 2019 and 2021 for economic sciences and the Nobel peace prize 🏆 with good company like Martin Luther King JR he won his back then I won it a couple years ago and I'm still living and yeah Martin Luther King Jr is my role model he has a class of excellence politics and style about him that I love I champion MLK they don't give him enough props

50 Cent executive MBA Class Omari Hardwick style class it's a style and look

Suits and ties

The town go back to 50 Cent and I get a piece of the action ( New York City ) As an MBA conducting my business in New York the 16th captain and current captain of New York City I made NY Yankees history , thank you .

And I'm going for riverside drive

The new ferry Sports centurion museum and factories for manufacturing and production .

And I'll take Manhattan at least the great parts of it to conduct business as a mover and shaker And Queens business centers .

Then I also am going global with my business and music and betterment movement .

In return I draw up politics to fix up the Bronx , Brooklyn , Harlem , Staten Island and Queens

Politics - ✓Living wages minimum wage increase and tax cuts ✓Job safety and secure in occupation act ✓Fair chance act to compete for jobs ✓Increased employment opportunities in New York City for the formerly incarcerated and full time and permanent employment for people on human resources administration public assistance Into full stable employment with union protection securing their job and future .

New York City accomplishments

I got hotels for the homeless in New York City 2021

I got Amazon workers their union contract

I got Starbucks workers their union contract

I got the minimum wage increased from $ 11 dollars an hour to $ 15 dollars to $ 17 dollars an hour

I got the fair chance to compete for a job act of 2019 in New York City and California hopefully other cities and countries are going to follow suit

I legalized marijuana in New York City

I cleaned up fox square in Brooklyn , NY

Free college education in New York City

Free gym membership for people on Medicare

Citi bikes for New Yorkers

Benefit monetary assistance increase for snap and cash assistance recipients

Rikers Island tablet program podcasts and video games for inmates in jail to help stop crime violent crime in prison and to help rehabilitate the guy or woman and stop the back and forth of them going to jail . The tablet have podcasts and programs for Job Search legal research and books to read to help them become better citizens in the free society .

Laws I'm proposing

Job Safety and secure act - 2022

Fair banking act - 2022

Retirement investment plan for employees IRA act - 2022

Ready , willing and able Expansive territory act - 2023

Riverside drive Expansion project act - 2023

The new ferry from New Jersey to New York City - 2023

School sports culture expansion Act Copperas Cove , Texas

Rikers Island schooling expansion act Added on Basic education classes on Rikers Island on the tablet , college programs on the program , online school on the Tablet . -2023

NYCHA ( New York City Housing projects ) plans and ideas for improvement

The New Trench town rock - 2021 , 2022 , 2023

And many other pitches and proposals rebuilding the workforce , wages and structure of New York city and cities like New York .

Next order of business : My Plans for infrastructure in a utopian society hotels jobs pay raise on citizens paycheck from 15 $ - 17 $ dollars minimum wage pay to 19$ dollars to 20$ dollars an hour to better provide for all costs emergencies uncovered insurance payments due to partial health care coverage and full union membership granted to employees of any company free education grants and school loans payment plans

Pay raise for school teachers in every city at junior high school , high school and elementary school level since they are stewards of our children's future .

Pay raise for civil service workers and Civil service exams made and updated daily to the public , school crossing guards , correction officers , supervisors , probation officers , construction site supervisors .

Pay raise for day care workers

Free day care services for temporarily unemployed mothers and fathers

Pay raise for city fire fighters and police officers .

Job contractors fulfilling contracts with back to work public assistance programs that train and employ job candidates without their high school diploma or GED and granting them full employment with full medical and medicare coverage union membership and back to school Acces Vocational rehabilitation counseling and restoration of financial aid assistance for non violent crimes like drug sellers and abusers to stop recidivism to prison and to cure an addiction to a habit of committing perpetual crimes thus creating repeat offenders .

Jobs moving back to inner cities through the effort of study and research groups from urban planning courses from their neighboring colleges .

Tax abatement and financial incentives and business incentives and tax breaks .

Joe Biden and vice president Kamala Harris should include this law into all of their plan for cleaning up America I'm glad to see it go beyond New York City and other counties in New York I want to share this honor with author Michelle Alexander who I did my research from her book about mass incarceration of the black and Latino community and the political office and my friends that help put this law in place I reached out to hopefully stop the recidivism to prison and hopefully to help some of my friends and people that go back and forth to jail because they couldn't get a job due to the felonies on their record I recommend a certificate of relief of disabilities to all people returning to society if they haven't given you one go get it from your county's or borough courthouse it works wonders .

Next order of business : Tax cuts to help the everyday person keep more of their check in their pockets cut the tax rates in New York City by 4 percent I see it as New York State taxes % 8.82 to % 4 percent and business tax cuts to create more jobs Proposal For a Wage increase of $ 22 dollars an hour Including : Fire safety directors Security guards Librarians Fed Ex workers UPS workers Ready Willing and able with free vocational grants from access vr programs they should hire vocational rehabilitation counselors and job developers finding permanent housing and permanent job placement after the clients training Stock Clerks and cashier's at major stores like Gristedes , C Town , met foods , Burlington coat factory wage increase for all warehousing and factory workers jack pallet and forklift training for people with no experience and a starting salary at $ 17 - 19 $ dollars an hour and it increase with more time on the job how about the first year at that base salary of $ 17 - 19 $ dollars and on the even of that year the employee gets an raise of $ 2 dollars more on their check and other financial incentives as cash allocation from their check for newly place employee mutual fund packages besides with other benefits that said company is offering this helps to place that company on the stock market grant their employees preferred stock options from their company that they work for at that current moment and because of the huge huge employee buy in it is like the employers are investing in their employees and their stores and company .

Educational requirements for jobs posted is less than a high school diploma but the job candidate has to be in a vocational program or GED preparation course half or full time hours .

Civil service jobs and exams posted weekly .

Sales professional salary plus commission on sales and stock options for mutual funds packages as bonuses with an wage increase to $ 19 dollars to $ 21 dollars an hour .

Newly added benefits to a job description benefits an employer on jobs posted give to their employees an employer get to hold back cash or take money out of an employees check to put towards a mutual funds stock fund option to help that client make more money as a second job the municipals funds and stock and funds and stock and then you gotta get hedge funds option packaged in to help the employees money make more money for them talk about overtime whew and at the same time that local market and store owner can put his company on the stock market and give out public shares thus in the end making it a good investment a regular place of shopping in a family like environment it is like getting to know your deli clerk , butcher , bakery attendant again only this time you are making money with the people you are spending money with Think about it that in turns build better communities better stores customer relationships safer neighborhoods and the beautifying of economically depressed environments more money for your kids college tuition school supplies newer roads being built leading to and from better neighborhoods and businesses and this is a future that we all as fellow New Yorkers can build together .

New Infrastructure plans

Widening sidewalks for more bikes and outdoor cafes - for the Harlem and Brooklyn New York City's 🏙️🌆 all over the world .

Reducing CO2 emissions

Clean up riverbank and riverside and create stores and entertainment on the water - using waste water management and sewage clean up and stopping illegal toxic poisons dumping in the water .

Repair tunnels , bridges and roads and rerouting towards businesses .

The waterside of any community is the gathering point for recreation .

Create projects to treat 100 % waste water and all illegal dumping and teach people how to care about their rivers - clean up the rivers and water in Brazil .

Conservation create more parks out of swamp lands did you know Central Park 🏞️ in New York City was once a swamp .

Emperor Dom Pedro abolished slavery in Brazil .

Brazil city inner city neighborhoods the slums a place of great fun and adventures - put in place street lamps , electricity , internet , sewage and running water .

Follow Tokyo model - Cleanliness of streets and cleanliness of public transportation , extensive railroads , largest economy , rich soil .

Japan leads in global transition to automation , electric cars and humanoids robots .

Create programmed robots as student tutors with programmed subjects in library centers in group discussion rooms .

Own Hydrogen stations like it is a gas station ⛽

Tokyo is a technology super power of inventions .

Research Tokyo bay aqueduct deal traffic eased and congestion eased by 11 billion dollars mega project that was 1/3 bridges and 2/3 tunnels created out of dry lands .

Japan runs on a seafood diet Urban rail network 40 million train riders a day everyday .

Former trash lands being converted to parks and will even host the Olympics .

Need trucks that drive by each community that sprays an air borne vaccine to help people's well being and longevity of their lives , cutting nicotine habits and controls appetite .

London and New York command center for global economy .

Hydrogen powered vehicles hydrogen oxygen electricity water .

Tokyo most advanced major city with automation and robots that help people regardless of age and nationality .

Need robots that teach Feng shu , tai chi , Kung Fu , Robot doctors , nurses for mental health and surgeons .

Running water and water pumps for Mexico city tap water for each house in Mexico city 🏙️ .

Funding for water fixes .

Study Croton aqueduct - water distribution system cures housing areas with poor sanitation and no running water also cures poor hygiene practices .

Women suffrage and worker's rights in those countries are important .

Water for Bangledash ( Dhaka ) water distribution systems water pumps and clean running water so that the people can cook clean and drink safe healthy water while also having water to wash their clothes

Cleaning the garbage islands in River bank estimated $ 10 - $ 20 million dollar job of cleaning up Riverside drive water from that stink smell and the debris and garbage Bottles

Straws

Plastic bags Pipes

Bandages

Toys

Pollution

And I propose The City of New York build the new ferry Riverboat for harbor crossing to New Jersey be placed on Riverside Drive it Save commuters time and money on transportation from and to New York City creation of Job opportunities , New architecture of communities in New York city restoration of environmentally depressed neighbors like the Grand Concourse neighborhood in the Bronx , New York City thus bringing more jobs to that neighborhood and creating economic vitality for all New Yorkers . New electric trains and platforms on the outside train on 149th street on Grand Concourse in Bronx , New York City .

Pimp my ride TV Show Car dealership on river bank

Environmental impact report : Production and manufacturing factories on Riverbank Harlem Riverside drive bring if not millions of Jobs back to New Yorkers but definitely thousands of jobs back to the city of New York Car museum

ESPN sports center Sports centurion museum celebrating 100 years and better of sports museum with pictures and memorabilia from baseball ⚾ 🏀 , basketball , soccer ⚽ , cricket , rugby , 🏈 football , NASCAR car racing , 🐴 Horse racing And maybe the Olympics on Riverbank Factory and car lot on Riverside Drive in Harlem

New York City Factory : Products in manufacturing ( making the products ) Warehouse 1_ Post cereal Honey bunches of oats , Kelloggs corn flakes cereal Warehouse 2_ Car manufacturing Car parts Warehouse 3_ Bread factory Warehouse 4_ Electronics appliances factory Warehouse 5_ Boat 🚢 manufacturing facility Warehouse 6_ 👟 Sneaker factory

Warehouse 7_ Railroad train track factory

This is for young mothers without any help in the house feed your babies good food 🥝 so they grow up and play sports and make their mom proud 🪴. It is never too late for your education learn with your kids use free daycare services and self learn any skills you need to increase your value in the employment market .

[clonerightsagenda]

10 First Lines Game

Tagged by @specialagentartemis

“Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway ❤️”

The person who tagged me also mentioned original work which is handy because that's the biggest thing I'm working on right now.

Also this post got wildly out of control length-wise, because I wanted to do full openers rather than a single sentence, so under a cut it goes.

So........ moving backwards from publication order, I guess, including Exclusive Sneak Peeks of podcast girls week content...

BEA: However old you are, wherever you live, you’ve almost certainly encountered some version of the Dracula story

From my upcoming Arden Dracula AU for PGW which I had a blast with and may be my nichest published fic ever. I am very good at expending my effort on things 2 people will read.

Officer Eiffel wouldn’t have walked into a mad scientist's evil lair.

No, Doug corrects himself, he would've. He did, a whole bunch of times before he knew Hilbert's lab was an evil lair, until he got banned for being clumsy and not caring if he broke things. He even went afterward, every time something else happened to this clunker of a body – another thing he didn’t care if he broke.

From a document titled "evil lair thing", a surprise other PGW project that was a surprise to me also. These things happen. How is it PGW-related, you may ask? You will have to wait and find out.

You are accessing a finding aid for records created or maintained by Hippolyta Space Corporation (HSC) collected after the acquisition of Outer Bounds Space Exploration Company.

Finding aids are a tool to assist researchers in using our collections. They introduce a collection’s scope and context and identify the arrangement of materials. Some finding aids may describe collections with folder- or item-level granularity. Finding aids are created by company archivists to improve access to our materials.

Finding aids are a way for you to tell people which parts of the story you think are important.

Finding aids are a map.

To what?

First page of space archives!!! Wrapping up yet another major revision rn. Its day will come....

Now time to go to ao3 and find out what my seven most recently published fics are.

PLAYA LA POZA DEL OBISPO, ARECIBO, PUERTO RICO – MIDDAY

Isabel Lovelace is standing on a beach. Waves crash over rocks, shooting spray into the air.

She hears a voice from behind her.

From "Monster in the Middle". Script format, in case you couldn't tell.

EIFFEL

Hey Hera, are you there?

HERA

I'm here, Officer Eiffel. What is it?

(teasing)

Do you need a clarification on military protocol?

From "The Couples Agenda". Also scriptfic. Sue me; they're fast.

Isabel Lovelace went out for drinks with the people under her command once.

She was fresh out of training and they were sizing her up, trying to figure out what kind of officer she would be. She wanted to let them know she was one of the real ones, happy to rub elbows with the enlisted folks, or maybe she was just tired of having to keep her nose clean.

She woke up the next morning to the reality that West Point wasn't a party school, she hadn't had more than one drink in a night in years, and the entire driving population of New York City seemed to be slamming on their horns inside her skull.

Her head feels like that now. Her mouth doesn't taste like she’s gargled an IPA, though, so there's that.

From "Not the Only One"

Here's a story. You're born broken.

That's not the politically correct term. It's not the one I would have chosen either. Not because I care about making you feel better, but because it's imprecise. You didn't start out different and then break down. This was how you were made. Like highly original thought patterns, or 500 petabytes of random-access memory, or… freckles. Are humans born with freckles? You remember some of the other children at your orphanage had them, so they start early, at least.

You liked broken, though. If something's part of who you are, well, there's not much you can do about that. But broken? Broken can be fixed.

From "Born Broken"

Isabel Lovelace gets out of bed every morning. She pulls on clothing in a battle against zero gravity that has become second nature. She brushes her teeth.

Isabel Lovelace cannot do any of these things. She is dead, reduced to less than ashes floating at the heart of a star-that-is-not-a-star. She has been dead for years.

Isabel Lovelace gets out of bed anyway.

From "Door Number Three"

“Ok,” Hera says. “You can open your eyes now.”

From "Everyone Ready"

Doug was born on a space station a few minutes away from crashing into a star.

Not literally. Literally, he was born on Earth (Boston, Massachusetts; Hera tells him). But as far as he remembers? Hello world, smack into the middle of a bunch of people’s worst day of their lives, or one of them. Part of why it was the worst day of a bunch of people’s lives.

Woohoo.

From "The Doug Eiffel Reunion Tour"

Wow, 10 fics (including 3 not on ao3) took me 3 years back. I am not a quantity poster. Hopefully I am a quality poster. (Doing only ao3 stuff would've taken me all the way back to my HS era.... a near miss indeed.)

I never know who to tag for stuff like this.