#and many of the other women left after 1 year because they just couldn't handle it

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This.

https://twitter.com/delaneykingrox/status/1090402436995473408

[on-my-way-to-the-woods]

Bad Decisions Roadtrip

It went well for a trip planned the week/day before to a popular event.

After a very busy week and a Friday filled by surprise medical appointments, we got up incredibly early on Saturday to start packing for a trip to see the solar eclipse. Some friends of ours live not too far from the path of totality so we were able to go stay with them and avoid all the crowds at hotels/campgrounds/etc. We met them at a market and got to poke through the stalls. I got a little dog carving for my desk and F picked up a variety of teas. The rest of Saturday and Sunday was normal hanging out stuff: talking, walks, baking (redbud flower) cookies, etc.

I didn't actually pick generally where we were going until Sunday night, and didn't pick the exact location until Monday morning. I kept checking the cloud map, but most of the area was cloudy so it was very much a 'take your best guess and hope' sort of thing. We figured even if we couldn't see well, the weather changes would still be apparent and that's enough for us.

It worked though! Years of refining my 'find somewhere that won't be crowded' skills continue to pay off. Because of the potential for crowds, I wanted to make sure there was a bathroom available for F (lines are okay, I just didn't want her to have to walk forever in search of a more private tree), so I picked a side entrance to a park with a pit toilet and a gravel lot at the trailhead. The lot was about half full when we arrived, 1 RV and 5 other cars, but we had the trail to ourselves - most people were watching from the parking lot. We walked down the trail a ways and settled on the edge of a field. Not a single other person came by despite the fact that we were literally just off the trail.

I love watching eclipses, F loves the weather change that comes with a solar eclipse, and Nova just loves hanging out outside - there was something for everyone. I'm sure many people have described it better than I, but watching a solar eclipse just has a lovely eerie awe-inspiring feeling to it. Watching the color and quality of the light change around you, feeling the temperature drop and the winds pick up, seeing the moon suddenly become a pitch black circle surrounded by silvery beams - almost like a hole in the sky sucking the light in. Agh, it's just stunning.

Though F says her favorite part is just being out in the day without feeling the sun stab her in the eyes 😂 "Why can't the sun be like this all the time?"

Nova was confused by the weather changes. I kept cracking up because she kept glancing up at the sky and looking left and right as if to say "what's going on?" She loves cold weather though and is always energized by breezy days and she had a good time exploring the field while the humans did weird shit like stare at the sun with funny glasses on. I had not considered that people would set off fireworks during totality 😑, but she handled them like a champ. Her favorite part of the day was probably just a short bit after totality when we went off on a hike through the woods so F could enjoy the last of the dim light; we ran into a patch of morels and stayed a lot longer than we had meant to. By the time we got back to the parking lot there was only one other car and shortly later two women with a grocery bag (presumably also filled with morels) appeared out of the woods and drove off.

The traffic sure was something, but also everyone follows their GPS nowadays so we were able to avoid a lot of it by driving on roads between fields that ran parallel to the highways. We had to join the lines at certain points to get under the interstate/over rivers/etc. but for the most part it was honestly a very satisfying drive. Playing music, making quick decisions on whether a left or a right will lead you back to a road headed in the right direction the fastest, and watching the fields pass by

[mediocreauthor]

so, i have a issue reading Takumi, and i want your opinion; So, takumi is abusive, but i don't think that was Ai Yazawa intention. for instance, takumi rapes hachi, whitch is something unforgivable but there's a similiar storyline in Paradise Kiss and like, i don't think Ai sees as something as bad as it is, because the raper and the victim actually have a happy ending together. i think her intention for hachi and takumi was to be a toxic relationship,but something they would growp out of

tw: rape, sa

i think you're right! ai yazawa handled both of hachi's rapes so lightly that when i first read it at 15, i couldn't fully grasp the weight of it, thinking Takumi was just 'aggressive and possessive'. i didn't read parakiss so i can't comment on that.

but after countless rereads, I have made my peace with Hachi's story because it was realistic in a way that wasn't often represented in the media. though I don't think that was Yazawa's intention at all. I've explained it more in detail here, still my favourite piece I've ever wrote.

even though we assume Takumi is a better man on the future chapters (i dont even believe that tbh), Hachi is still considering a divorce. Junko who has been a huge advocate of Hachi working harder for her relationships is pushing it. I see this as an interesting detail and an indication that some hard shit went down.

I honestly don't see a way Hachi and Takumi can be together if Nana is found and they were heading towards that. Because Reira can't come back to Japan, Takumi can't leave Reira. And maybe 6-7 years ago Hachi could've left Nana but i don't think she would even consider it at this point.

They can get back together for the kids (and i think Nana would second that) but still... I don't see any point in building an entire story on the possible reunion of these women and just it being like: anyway so they hugged and Hachi went back to Takumi and they saw each other in every 5 months. FIN.

Nana and Hachi are calling, yearning for each other since chapter 1. you can't just write sentences like 'The ending I want is in your hands' or 'I couldn't throw away this life that you saved' and not make their reunion pivotal, monumental.

Another point I want to highlight is Yazawa relied a lot on Hachi's 'well I know Takumi is a bad man who raped me and entrapped me into this relationship but I love him despite that so I won't regret my choice. GROWTH, bitches.' to downplay Takumi's actions. So Hachi weighed Takumi's pros and cons and decided cons are heavier (hachi is bad at math).

But.... the weight of those things can change as you grow older. It can quickly become 'even if Takumi is father of my children -a good one at that and I love him, I don't want to live with someone who treated me this way.' And that's the kind of growth I'd like to see.

Even if Takumi grew out of his toxic behaviours and is a real fucking sack of rainbows right now, I think he lost his Hachi's faith enough to no longer being a priority. also let's not forget Nobu and Hachi tiptoeing around each other, Nobu grabbing Hachi's hand, her resting on his shoulder etc.

Hachi looks quite serene here and maybe it means that she no longer feels an obligation of faith towards her husband. I don't think they are having an affair but the reason would be Hachi's respect for the institution of marriage and kids. Not Takumi. So she doesn't feel guilty while having these heartfelt moments with Nobu anymore.

when I love a work as much as Nana (which is rare), I like to have some faith in the creator's craft, ability and heart. Ofc Yazawa has many things to criticize but she is an excellent story teller. From a narrative perspective, I don't see any point of Takumi and Hachi ending up together. It just weakens every bond she has carefully built over the years. I want to believe she also sees that even if she has a bias towards Takumi (he is her favourite character lol).

this can be wishful thinking on my end but hey, she didn't continue so i'm allowed to have my scenarios run wild.

overall, I still enjoy Takumi's character much to my chagrin and I don't think they were going to and up together and Yazawa isn't doing anything to prove me wrong so far.

thanks for the ask 💖

bonus: Ren'd totally rock this shirt.

[ayashitetsuko]

Have posted my Eduardo HC earlier, so this time it's Kylie's turn.

1. Like Ray and Egon, she is a low-support autistic. Didn't speak until she was 5 year old even though she taught herself to read. Even as a young adult, she still finds it exhausting (except when it comes to her special interests). Grandma Rose was very supportive of her ("Kylie's a smart girl. She will speak when she's ready"). Her fear of maggots is actually based off sensory issues. Also, as for her feelings for Eduardo ... It's not that she hates him. She just takes a long time to understand how she really feels about the guy (after the incident with her missing gun).

2. Both parents are doctors. Her father teaches in a med school in Boston; he has two sons from his second marriage. Kylie visited him once and it didn't go well. She has no contact with him now. Her mother works in an INGO and travels widely to save women and children in the Global South. She is currently based in India.

3. She didn't get to say goodbye to Grandma Rose when she passed. This led to the obsession of speaking to her spirit.

4. Has a rose and dagger tattoo on her sternum and is thinking about having a bigger one on her back (of an owl or a mandala).

5. Her favourite flower is jasmine.

6. Joined the cheerleader because she loved watching the routines. But knew early on that she didn't get along with the other girls. Tension peaked when she dated a popular guy from the football team, her first BF. Then, when she left the team, she published an essay in the school magazine about how anti-feminist cheerleading is.

7. Is bisexual. The guys found out when Garrett commented on a hot girl in magazine, and she joined in. Eduardo became strangely quiet upon hearing this, but he wouldn't stop blushing and daydreaming. Kylie's love language is physical touch. Likes being the small spoon. Aims to stay child-free even if she gets married.

8. Idolises Shirley Manson of Garbage. Loves many of the bands that Eduardo also listens to.

9. Another thing she and Eduardo have in common (but never talked about): they like their weed.

10. Remains consistent in being a vegan. But one time they handled a case for a mega rich client and got invited to a fancy dinner as a thank-you. Even Kylie couldn't say no to lobster.

11. Has tried the Diva Cup and wouldn't stop raving about it ... Except that she has no friend to share her excitement with.

12. Spends her free time experimenting with make-up. Considers going to work with brighter colours like pink but nah. Enjoys thrifting because she's against fast-fashion.

13. Practices witchcraft. Was a solitary Wiccan but considered herself eclectic in later years. Raised atheist.

14. Some secrets that Pagan knows about her: She doesn't iron her clothes, watches Golden Girls when she's tired (the characters remind her of Grandma Rose and her friends), eats plenty of instant ramen ("It's vegan!"), and talks a lot about Eduardo. A lot.

Birthday: February 2nd. Aquarius girl. Marches to her own tune; doesn’t have a need to be liked. A Ravenclaw.

[mariinara]

FOR GOD, LIBERTY, AND LOVE. (Sam Drake x Reader) ANGST |PART 1|

A/N: Well, this one-shot is late. BUT HERE IT IS, FINALLY. I hated writing this :,) I feel awful.

Request for: @samdrakeftw (ENJOY!)

Tags: @missdictatorme , @the-drakeboys , @the-winchesterboys , @hrgnm , @purplezebra68

Prompts: "Don't die on me." + "Don't make this harder than it is."

Warnings: Angst, death.

Word count: 2,416

(Part 2 here!)

"There she is!"

You quickly whipped your head towards the source of the voice and the sounds of multiple, heavy footsteps, startled, "Oh, shit.."

You glanced down at the Shoreline soldier, whom you stabbed to death and, quickly, you ripped a part of his t-shirt away, took his Para .45 gun, and sprung back on your feet, starting to bolt towards a plausible refuge. 

'This was a bad idea..'

You thought to yourself just when bullets of different calibers started to rain behind you, causing you to flinch and duck away as you ran, losing balance a little and stumbling onto your feet but, luckily, your strong desire to survive carried you and you continued your sprint through the ship graveyard. Your feet were sore and the gushing bullet wound through your hand was not helping you. 

As much as you attempted to maintain a tough facade, you felt terrified. There you were, running away from an entire army of soldiers, who seeked you to avenge their fallen comrades. 

It was because of you that so many Shoreline soldiers were taken down, and you reckoned that Nate and Elena took down their own, generous share of them, which was why Rafe was pissed and sending more guns behind you.

But you were on your own.

You'd parted ways with them to cover more ground to find Sam and, after a long argument with Nathan, you were able to bolt away, with only a switch-blade, a revolver, and your will to both save Sam and punch him into oblivion.

And there you were, teasing death with your absolute perseverance, your feet padding strongly on the ground as you rippled through shipwrecks. You were thinking about nothing else but your own survival. 

'You're gonna be okay..'

You assured yourself, heavy breaths escaping your parted, cut lips as you vaulted over a stack of piled wood, barely avoiding the bullets that ostensibly came at you from every direction. 

Your eyes scanned the environment and, when you saw a coming turn, you decided to take it, slipping a bit when you made the sudden shift. But in no time, you were on your feet again.

"Here!" 

You quickly whipped out your gun just when the sniper aimed right at you and took your shot, clean through his forehead. For a second he looked stunned and he fell over, and when you wanted to take a large step forward to take the sniper gun, more men appeared in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes flickered in both directions, back and forth, and it seemed like you were trapped for a good couple of seconds. There was no way through the ship next to you, but there was a small opening that you could squeeze through.

Without wasting another second, you inhaled deeply and squeezed yourself through, breathing heavily and wincing when your wounded hand made contact with the splintered wood and gunshots fired incessantly, putting holes in the ship, but you ran through it, ducking your head away. 

'Just breathe.'

You reminded yourself. God, why were you doing that in the first place? Why did you think, for a second, that this was a good idea? You were mad at Samuel for lying and putting your lives at risk, yet there you were, throwing yourself in the face of danger for the same man who'd broken your heart.

But you couldn't bear to lose him again. 

Not after you'd just gotten him back.

And that was your only drive. The incentive that was so strong that it controlled your body for you. You'd stabbed and dodged and parkoured your way through Avery's bullshit, and sometimes, you'd be so stunned at your own actions that you'd ask yourself: "How the hell did I do that?" 

You had no clue that you were capable of inciting such chaos– to elicit such rage, frustration, and desperation from Nadine and Rafe to the extent that they'd be so threatened so as to send a whole battalion after you.

And as much as that brought you satisfaction, you'd wished that it was all over. You just wanted any sign that Sam was safe and sound, and once you heard guns blazing from a distance and saw that he was there, alive and well and making a beeline from Shoreline, you were instantly back on your feet to retrieve him.

But, oh, how could that ever go according to plan with military men being at every corner?

A loud groan came from you when you jumped on a lower cliff, right below the shipwreck you were running through. 

Ahead of you, a battle cry could be heard just as a soldier rounded a corner to surprise you and swing the back of his shotgun to knock you out but you quickly dodged him and ducked, pulling out your switchblade and plunging it into his jugular. 

He stopped struggling and fell to the floor, allowing you to take over his weapon. After strapping it to your back, you continued your sprint and, you couldn't deny it, you were pretty sick of yourself.

You'd left this career for a reason.

Inflicting harm upon others had become more of a nightmare to you. For days, you wouldn't sleep properly when you'd remember how you so effortlessly slashed someone's neck or riddled their body with bullets.

You loved treasure hunting but everything came with a price and this was one you were no longer willing to pay.

With a loud grunt, you slammed your entire weight against yet another wrecked ship, getting your body through the moldy wood easily. You caught yourself when you nearly fell over and your eyes skimmed your surroundings. 

'There. I can take cover there.'

You quickly jumped behind a pile of excavation boxes and sat down, your back propped against them. You tried to stop shaking and quickly pulled out the cloth you'd ripped from the soldier earlier, tying your hand with the flimsy fabric.

You let out a soft whimper as you applied pressure to your wound, clenching your fist when the cloth was secured around your palm, "Ah, fuck.." You whispered to yourself, resting your head back and trying to catch your breath, swallowing to dampen your dry throat.

"Careful. Lots of hiding places out here."

They were coming closer. And if you didn't get yourself together in the matter of less than a minute, you were going to be a goner. 

'God– What was I thinking!?'

You mentally scolded yourself whilst reaching for your thigh holster for your gun, which you pulled out and checked for ammo. 

'One bullet. Perfect. Might as well put it in my own head.' 

You quickly pushed the magazine back into the handgun and unwrapped your shotgun, adjusted the safety, and clung to the weapon with tight, shaking hands and closed eyes.

"You check over there. I'll stay here to lookout. She can't have gone too far."

"Roger that."

Your eyes snapped open again as the men separated to cover more ground and your guard was up again. You sat in a crouching position so you'd be able to bolt away if you wanted to easily.

You held your breath as you heard footsteps approaching the boxes you were behind. Slow, careful ones, as if the soldier just knew you were there. As if he knew that just the slightest, wrong move from him could trigger a reaction from you that he might not like.

Suddenly, and out of nowhere, gunshots could be heard, and the men's attentions were diverted elsewhere, but you flinched at the flying bullets, ducking your head behind the boxes and holding your head in your hands, not daring to peek lest you lose your head.

You'd had enough. Your lungs were filled with the suffocating humidity and you were trying so hard to keep it together but you were sure you were about to lose your mind. You've been fighting your way through Libertalia on your own for a long while and all the assaults, the attacks, the bullets, the punches, they all left both physical and mental scars in you.

There. Was. A. Reason. You. Quit.

But, for Sam, you were prepared to go through just about anything and you'd often wondered if he'd do the same. If he even felt the same. 

You were such a coward. 

You could handle yourself, hold a gun, shoot people and impale them with ease, but you could never bring yourself to look him in the eyes and tell him what you've wanted to all those years back. 

That you loved him. That you always have and probably always will. He died and left you to wallow in your misery for fifteen years and now that he was back, it was your chance for a redo. 

But, once again, you couldn't do it and you just didn't know what it was about him. His intense, yet warm gaze was probably it. It made you shake with fear. The fear of not being adequate enough for him. You've seen what type of women he hooked up with and you were nothing like them. A voice would tell you that it was probably a good thing. That Sam was actually waiting for someone like you to impact his life. To cause that dramatic shift within him. To make him wonder what life would taste like with you, tucked in his arms.

But another voice told you "Don't. He's not looking for anything." 

And you'd changed your mind. You'd shaken your head with a thin smile and a soft 'nothing..' before turning away from him, leaving him confused yet intrigued. And that was the last time you had any interaction. After that, his lie was exposed, and you didn't know why, but as much as your heart broke because of it, you couldn't find it in you to be mad at him. 

Sure, punching the daylights out of him was a priority, but at that moment, you just wanted to find him and never let him go. 

Startled, you let out a loud scream after being taken into a pair of strong arms. You struggled, feeling the person turn you, saying things that you couldn't quite hear over your low growls of resistance.

"Let me go!" You yelled, trying to push them away. You couldn't see anything except the blur of your own tears. You didn't even know why you were crying.

"Hey!" The person's sharp voice came and something in your brain clicked. That voice. It was so familiar and it slowly brought you out or your trance. You were breathing heavily, your stamina suddenly feeling low, "It's me.. It's just me.." He comforted, cupping your cheeks in his hands and tilting your head up, wanting to look at you.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, studying his deeply concerned expression. You were overjoyed. He was right there, holding you. And it'd dawned on you that the bullet sounds ceased completely. That you could only hear the heavy winds and you and Sam's erratic breathing.

When he realized that you were back to him, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled, making something burst inside of you and you felt the tears rushing to your eyes. The contortions your face suddenly made hurt every deep cut in your skin and you couldn't help but wince before letting out a sob.

Sam knew that reaction was coming and he knew you. He knew that you were relieved to have him right there in front of him. He knew that you came after him alone and as much as that worried him sick, he was sort of glad he had you there. And yet he had no idea what he'd done to deserve that. 

Gratefulness suddenly overcame him and he took you into an embrace as you cried and all you could do was surrender and close your eyes as your face pressed into his chest. One of his hands was holding the back of your head, his fingers deep into your hair. His other arm was around you, and he let out a soft sigh of comfort, just basking in your presence.

"It's just me.." He repeated, his voice barely above a tired whisper, "It's okay.."

Slowly, you started to calm down. Your sobs were no more and you only started to sniff and hiccup lightly and Sam pulled away, only to look at you. Your beautiful face. The face that he so dearly loved. You had the ability to make him feel warm and it was almost embarrassing how many times he'd catch himself staring into your observant, curious, lively eyes. 

And your smile.

Oh, what he wouldn't give to see you give him a smile and one of your coy laughs. You were such a blessing.

But, much like you, he was a coward. He couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes and tell you how you made him feel. He wanted to tell you that he's imagined you jumping into his arms and kissing him on more than one occasion but he just couldn't and he too had no clue as to why he felt so timid around you– it was extremely out of character for him.

"You okay?" He asked you gently while wiping away your tears with his thumbs, staring into your lost eyes.

You nodded with a small hum, feeling yourself unable to form the words just yet, like you were brain-dead. If you'd even opened your mouth, nothing articulate would come out.

"We gotta go, alright?" He spoke gently, tucking stray strands of your hair behind your ears, his hazel eyes warm, assuring safety. Quickly, you nodded. After that, his hands left your cheeks so he could reload his gun, "Stay close." He instructed, jogging ahead already. 

You stared at him as he did, your shoulders sagged in defeat and your eyes still welled up with tears. You wondered just how much you truly loved him. You let out a shaky breath when you realized that it hurt when he wasn't cupping your cheeks anymore or playfully quipping. 

You remembered how hard it was to live for such a long time without him. 

And you knew that, as long as he was next to you, there was nothing you couldn't do. That thought alone pushed you to jog and catch up to him, feeling your stamina get back to you.

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 As a team leader you need to create the best of staff using a clear vision of winning any game in the business world. A lot money has been spent on Recruitment and training as you've to travel across a rural area to find very good players in the market and educate them in accordance with your measures. The videoconferencing software has managed to get so easy that a wonderful to get out of your office to recruit people inside your team products they get . train them from room in your home itself. And believe me the results will be outstanding.

Exercises For Legs - Top Choice = Squats: Topping record is the squat task. No surprise at this site. Squats are perhaps my most hated exercise and I hate them since they are hard, not because work. Becoming said said, after i finish my sets and move on, I get a good a sense accomplishment to get through them. It's these exercises - and the great that become the hardest to take on - that deliver doors results. From muscle building to fat burning, performing squats truly sure-fire technique achieve prior.

 Recruiting efforts haven't stunted in previous two weeks as Calipari and assistants have met with 8-10 recruits in which rated as top-35 for this 2010 style. Others like Doron Lamb, Josh Selby, Kyrie Irving, Adreian Payne, and Tobias Harris possess all received in-home visits coming from a staff. Calipari is going to get most beneficial with title approach of recruiting at Kentucky. Kentucky will extended struggle to bring in the nation's top talent, a mystery to former head coaches Tubby Smith and Billy Gillispie. The issue of exercise recruiting success can be attributed to both inside their departures.

Would you like to take more than 1 holiday a year and for as long as you wish? Would you like to pay cash? And also you truly like to spend more time with loved ones and be careful about your children grow up, with you, regarding suddenly realising, how quickly they have raised?

 The key is to be able to present inside ourselves the finest light so companies won't be able to help themselves and hire us immediately. Of course, preserving the earth . expected that you're most likely supposed fund the the support. So when you get a resume writing service to finish your resume for you, you are anticipated to shell out the dough. Thus, get your money's worth and the perfect possible provider of any particular one service. You paying regarding it anyways.

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 Michael Jordan is a golfer and those that play with him say he is merciless and cold-blooded; two characteristics to help you achieve success in actuality. He won six world finals. How many have you had victory? How many of your peers are striving to win at virtually all? Do the math for your mind. Ask everyone in your circle if they consider golf to be "just a game" and take note of where they are professionally. People who believe that golf is much more than something perform tend to perform better on the business world. Are you one of men and women people or are must playing games?