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Hey guys,

Thank you for the likes on the last post, and I hope that you enjoy this little piece as the beginning or intro to my version of a female OC for Biker!Ghost. I'm already working on a masc. and non-b. one, but that might take a while.

Sorry for the wait, but please enjoy. (Special thank you for @cafekitsune 's amazing dividers!!)

Thinking about Biker!Ghost who lives and breathes motorcycles outside of military life. He's an operator first, of course, but he's also a man of many hobbies.

I can picture him having old motorcycles from the 80s or 90s that he resurrects with careful and diligent fingers in his little garage outside the city. He works on them, but usually not to keep them. He sells them or gives them away to friends and only keeps rarer ones for himself. This man has somehow found, revived and hidden away a 1972 Kawasaki H2 Mach IV, a Yamaha Virago and a 1994 Triumph Speed Triple; absolute classics like him.

I can also see him owning a gorgeous 1000cc all-black Kawasaki (either a ZX-10R or a 1100SX SE) to let out all his pent-up frustration on the road. The roar of his bike through the exhaust, the pull on the handlebars from the power of the throttle, the heat between his legs from the engine; driving helps to ease his mind. Despite an affinity for older bikes, a modern motorcycle is better for his commute back and forth from his base to his garage, and it definitely helps him blow off steam in the wind.

Now, despite his experience taking apart and bringing old bikes back from the dead, he is not a mechanic, much to his dismay. This man exudes an air of 'I can do it myself', so having to admit defeat against one of his older motorcycles doesn't sit right with him. It's even less so when he has to bring it in to his mechanic friend, another fellow vet, for half the price he'd normally pay. He's forced to sit there, leaning against his friend's truck with his arms crossed over his chest, angrily glaring at the machinery his friend is repairing. It almost feels like he's willing the bike not to get fixed easily just to prove a point. Sadly, his friend tells him he's found the problem and will leave the shop in an hour.

He mumbles as he leans over the older bike, while his friend walks away to grab some spare tools. That's when he notices your pretty little self walking in. It's not late, so the sun is still coming in the open garage door and the light hits your cream-yellow sundress. Your attire is understandable; it's scorching hot outside in the summer evening, but to Ghost, it's like you wore it on purpose. You're dressed in his favorite colour for God's sake [you didn't know that, but that's not the point]. He may not be religious, but in that moment, when he sees you, something deep within him realizes that he can never look at someone the same way he looks at you.

I know that it doesn't say much yet about the OC, and that's actually in my next post (coming soon). I kind of wanted to just gush about Ghost for a bit in my alternate universe of him, but I promise to deliver more if you like it.

I promise to give you guys more if you enjoy this, and please forgive my writing. I'm still figuring things out. (> _ < )

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A Character Study of a Person I Knew (And a Person I Used to Be)

Hi this was meant to be a quirky story dunking on the antics of a friendship inside to have, but then I thought about time and people and myself and realized doing that would be pretty dishonest.

So now it's just a short memoir piece about this woman I had a brief, powerful bond to and where we both were in life as it happened.

(tw for mild gore? I dont know. Near the end I bring up a story where she tried to harvest the bones of a dead raccoon she found. I don't go into detail but uh yeah)

X. was stylish and exuberant. She had a lively presence – energetic and overwhelming charming. At least, I perceived her to be charming initially. At the time I was in a pretty liminal period of my life, and every day felt like piloting a smoking plane and pretending not to notice the engine failure. I didn’t ask much questions when she approached and insisted we go see a movie.

She was in a similar state of semi-combustion, but chose to spiral up instead of down. In retrospect, maybe that was a lot of what I found charming about her.

We were close friends and saw each other often. I lived in a studio apartment near the transit center and rode an hour-long commute during the week to get to my copywriting job in Vancouver. It was my first job with a salary and the option to get a 401k – though my parents told me I was too broke to get any use out of something like that. X. was older than me, freshly divorced, and made her living through a variety of schemes.

Schemes are the only real way I can describe it. To this day I’m not entirely certain what she did to make money. She claimed to own a home inspection business – but a mutual friend would later say they knew enough about the industry for X.’s stories from “work” to sound wrong. I knew she would find, fix up, and resell antiques at some of the many vendor sites around town.

I am more and more convinced that a majority of her income was from poorly-executed crimes. If I had put even a little more thought into some of the things she did I would’ve seen that she was either profoundly misinformed or willfully ignorant. I still sometimes look back and wonder why I stayed around that for as long as I did. Frankly, as I was fully sober and didn’t really do much other than go to the movies and make little snacks for myself, it’s odd she had the interest in me that she did.

I needed the distraction. I think we both probably needed the distraction. A break from the constant attempts to disarm the bombs ticking away in each of our chests. My alternative to thinking about how I was right on the verge of the Void was to buy one of every variety of vanilla ice cream, try them all, and see which one I liked the best. She found that more appealing than any of her own ideas, I guess.

I think we both settled on French Vanilla.

At one point, while in the passenger seat of her car, she declared that the two of us should “make an LLC for our friendship”. The was one of the rare points in which I pushed back on some plan of hers that she wanted to involve me in. Not for the reason I should’ve, though. I was mainly just confused conceptually about what a friendship LLC would look like.

“LLCs are – businesses, right?” I asked her. “They’re, like, something you make for a business?”

X’s grin broadened. “You can make LLCs for anything,” she claimed. “I have a ton. I make them all the time!"

Internally I thought about how that couldn’t possibly be how that worked. It would’ve been a bigger red flag had I understood more about financial structures. As it stands now I still don’t fully understand what that was about, but I’m pretty sure it was for some form of fraud.

She insisted it was a great idea and that I only had to give her my social security number. I laughed and said some version of “fuck no”. She laughed too and didn’t push the issue again.

We went out a lot to the movie theater, or occasionally a nice dinner. We would cook in the little nook of my studio and watch movies in bed together, as I didn’t have much other furniture. We would text throughout most of every day and hang out at least three times a week. At one point I was introduced to her parents and the four of us spent the day together.

It’s very possible she was in love with me. That feels odd to say as someone with many affectionate, intimate, and fully platonic friendships. It’s hard to explain the difference between that and this. As it happened I had zero thoughts that she was attracted to me. Maybe she wasn’t. But in my memory a lot of her behaviors have a hunger to them that I wish I noticed then like how I do now.

She had married young with a man that she painted after the fact to be horrifically abusive. Despite the way our relationship ended I don’t think she lied about the type of partner he was. I imagine he was still cruel and unstable. It’s good their marriage ended. The divorce was clearly painful for her, and a few times I talked her down from increasingly complex heists and plans made in the name of retribution. I think they were a product of a hairline-cracking tension. Any details she warped or misconstrued don’t compare to the sheer, jagged weight she carried about the whole thing.

At times her smile was razor sharp with mania. I think she had far more going on than I was at all able to navigate in the midst of my own sickness. There could've been a whole complex network of stress and trauma that she had to navigate pretty much entirely on her own. With what she felt like she could talk to me about I was as supportive as I could be. But I wasn't doing much better myself.

I’d say that if we could start over and meet again now, it’d be a completely different relationship. But I don't know. It's hard to say.

While getting out of the car with my wife, I suddenly remembered a conversation X. and I had. She had told me that she found a dead raccoon on the side of the road and decided she wanted to salvage its skeleton. I think she had said she wanted to incorporate the bones into one of her furniture pieces.

The result of this was that she kept an animal corpse in a bucket in her garage in some liquid bath (Potentially of just water, it’s hard to recall now) that she had assumed would reduce it to bones. After a few weeks it didn’t work, and she told me she just dumped it out and gave up.

I never saw the bucket. I think when I had heard it I had given a small degree of baffled disbelief that was more humorous than anything else. A general hah, what the fuck sort of energy. That is easily the most surreal part of all of this now – my reaction to being told a story like that. I had really no qualms or push back to this woman explaining her plans to harvest a whole animal skeleton using methods she’s pretty sure might work.

No pointing out the many ways her methods were either inefficient or entirely unsanitary. I had accepted it with such indifference that I completely forgot it had happened for years.

It’s frankly chilling to imagine I was ever at a point where I was what I can only describe as “fatally chill”. I still pride myself on being a decently non-judgmental person. I will have flashes of bristling distaste towards certain things, but often when I sit and learn and think about it more I find I think it’s actually reasonable. I ask questions and try and learn more before drawing an immediate conclusion.

This was a period where I did not ask anything. It stands out strongly as a sign of me seeing no point in learning more about the world around me. I imagine I had such little expectations of being able to catch up enough to survive with the rest of the people around me, so what’s the point of really learning at all?

For a long time after leaving California, I was pretty solely in survive mode. Even while I still spoke to my parents, I think a part of me knew I couldn’t use them as a safety net. It was sink or swim for me. And somehow I was able to tread water until I built up the muscles to swim.

This turned into far more of a downer than I expected. So I’d like to end with a list of what I would now say if someone approached me with the premise X. did – which, to remind you, taking a dead raccoon off the side of the road and putting it in a bucket of something to try and harvest it’s skeleton.

A whole skeleton seems like more materials than what you’d need for the average esoteric furniture project.

I think this is something that should only be done by people who are more confident in their methods than I can see you are.

Assuming you get the whole skeleton, there’s still going to be stuff in there, right? What happens after that? Have you gotten that far?

I have to imagine there’s a better way to do this. I just have to.

Do you have a rabies shot? Given the way in which you found the body I really think you should get a rabies shot.

I think extracting an entire raccoon skeleton to use in making a lamp to sell is conceptually kind of fucked to me. I don’t think it makes me less death-positive to say this. I actually think I’m saying it because I’m death positive.

Seriously, you have a rabies vaccine right?

X., if by some weird chance you are able to read this, I wish I was more put together enough to actually be able to talk about things. Our friendship as it was likely had to end, but I should’ve been more openly communicative. I’m a lot better at that sort of thing, but even now it’s hard to keep track of.

I’m in a much better place now than I was then, and I hope you are too.

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Anyway time for some Commute Thoughts: my sister came to visit me this weekend (which was lovely) and while she was helping me fix my bookshelves (which were Leaning Precariously) she started reading aloud from some of my childhood journals, all of which I still have. Not knowing what I was signing us up for I handed her one of my journals from when I was 12 after she finished reading a very funny Q&A one from when I was six, and I was obsessed. O b s e s s e d. With this boy in my grade I had a crush on. Like, obsessed to the point that we both got sick of it while my sister was reading through it, like skipping whole entries and groups of entries.

And like yeah I was 12 and I don't know that I was necessarily expecting anyone to ever read my journal but idk. It managed to make me feel really bad and embarrassed about The Way I Am, lol, bc like. I hopefully don't come off this way externally too much anymore, which you could argue is the important thing, but internally it's still Very Much That, like. It's still very much "I have not stopped for a single hour thinking about this one single thing for literal years and that's not an exaggeration and I have to make a real effort to stop myself from talking about it because if I annoy me from inside my own brain I can only imagine how everyone else must feel."

And idk it's not a good feeling, lol. Like I used to say I don't get it when people say fandom makes them feel anxious and like they can't control themselves (negative) but I do actually think I kind of get it, because I fucking. Hate this part of my personality and it makes me feel insane. And I do truly wish I could be normal and that if nothing else a lack of engagement would make me chill out about certain things and move on like someone with a real life would but they just won't go away and I hate it!!!!!

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Getting Back On My Grind After Weeks of Rotting: Pressing play on paused habits.

The holidays were not good to me. JK, they were great– I got to see my dad for xmas, eat good food, and come home to vegas to party for new years. But…… I’ve been rotting ever since. 

It felt so good at first. I was finished with the fall semester, didn’t have to commute to school every week via AIRPLANE, and could finally relax at home and enjoy not being on the go for a few weeks until the spring semester starts up. 

I’ve been on my weight loss journey since October of 2024, and have since lost 10 lbs with consistent exercise and mindful eating (fun fact: S & I share the same personal trainer). But, of course, the holidays came and I said to myself “I’m just going to enjoy this time and not worry about working out or logging my food intake”. Luckily I didn’t gain any weight from eating like an absolute maniac for like 3 weeks straight, but now its time to pick up my habits and get back on the grind so I can continue my goal of losing 30 lbs before my birthday in July (44 if I really don't slack, but I have to be realistic here…. I’m gonna slack at some point….)

‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ᝰ.ᐟ⩇⩇:⩇⩇જ⁀➴

Doing my scheduled workouts 6 times a week ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

For my personally tailored fitness plan, I have 6 workouts a week. Sounds like a lot but its not bad. The first three days are just a quick 20-30 minute at-home bodyweight workout that doesn't require any equipment + a 40 minute walk outside or on the treadmill. Pretty low effort and easy to do. The following three days are gym days with strength training and no cardio (minus one day, only 20 minutes on the elliptical, super easy). 

I get soooo lazy to do my workouts, specifically the at-home ones for some reason. I kind of hate those. But, I try to do them nonetheless. It's been two days since my first day back on the grind, and it has honestly felt really good to put good food in my body and get some movement. Plus, reminding myself that the results I want are just around the corner and all I need to do is keep going gets me really excited to finally meet my goals.

Fixing my HORRID sleep schedule ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

Ever since I was younger, and especially in recent years, I have been so awful at sleeping like a normal person. I go to sleep anywhere between 4 am and 9 am. Yeah, not fun and cool. Waking up with only an hour to enjoy daylight makes me feel terrible and in turn makes me unproductive because in my head, productivity is meant for the day time. I can't be productive if I'm not awake during the day LOL. I’ve created a goal to sleep no later than 1:30 AM and wake up no later than 9:30-10 AM. I’ve been trying to fix this habit for years, but i’ve never had the drive to do so. Now that I've shown myself that it is possible for me to actually stick to something (fitness journey), I have more hope and determination and discipline to finally conquer this horrible habit. 

Keeping a habit tracker ＿〆(。。)

I recently filled out a habit tracker my dad got me months ago that I never used. I have realistic things I can do and enjoy doing– like getting ready for the day, journaling, tidying up my house before winding down for the night, etc. Like I said, i’m finally building up self discipline– having a physical list to check off and visually keep track of my habits is a good thing for me. 

Not letting a slip turn into a slide ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

Almost 2 years ago, I read Jennette McCurdy’s book “I'm Glad My Mom Died”. In the book she speaks on getting over her bulimia, and the role model in her life told her “don't let a slip turn into a slide”. This really stuck with me, and I remind myself of it often when I catch myself slipping up. It means that a mistake doesn't have to snowball if you don't want it to. For example, if i accidentally ripped the corner of an important paper, I wouldn't saying "screw it" and rip the whole thing to shreds.

I slipped up a few times since my fitness journey started in October, but all I had to do was accept that what was done was done, and tomorrow is a new day that I can get back on track. Even when I didn’t workout for two weeks straight (which could be considered a slide to some, but not to me), I thought to myself “just because I slipped up for two weeks doesn't mean I should give up forever”. In the years prior, I would have given up. It was all or nothing to me back then. Now, I’ve learned that something, even the tiniest of things, is better than nothing. 

I realized being mean to myself and using tough love just doesn’t work at all: I work better when I have positive, encouraging thoughts and gentle reminders that I'm not perfect and I never will be. Progress takes time and beating myself up is counterproductive. 

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Like ★star, I don’t quite believe in new year's resolutions. I used to, but there was so much pressure to fix every bad habit I’ve ever had on the first of each year, and it never ever worked. To me, new year’s resolutions are just an extension of the all or nothing mentality: most people think “well, I fell out of my good new year’s habits, better luck next year”– completely forgetting the fact that they still have quite literally 10 whole months to keep trying. I’m so excited to get back on track and continue my journey, and I’m even more excited to become the person I always wanted to be.

ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶,

Xx.malice.xX

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Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum in Chattanooga, Tennessee

The Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum is a cool spot if you’re into history or just love trains. You can take a ride on a real vintage train and see what it was like back in the day. The museum also has tons of old locomotives and carriages you can check out up close. It’s pretty easy to spend a few hours here, especially if you enjoy learning about the past. They often run special events and themed train rides, so there’s always something fun going on. If you’re traveling with kids or just enjoy unique experiences, this place is a great stop. Plus, it’s all right next to the river, so you can enjoy some nice views too.

Whataburger Coming To Chattanooga In 2025

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Link to map

Tennessee Valley Railroad Museum 4119 Cromwell Rd, Chattanooga, TN 37421, United States Get on TN-153 S from Cromwell Rd 3 min (0.9 mi) Continue on TN-153 S to Panorama Dr 6 min (4.5 mi) Follow Panorama Dr to Aventine Way 3 min (0.3 mi) Amberleigh Ridge 7205 Aventine Way, Chattanooga, TN 37421, United States

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Pune, known as the "Oxford of the East," is a city rich in culture, history, and educational institutions. Whether you're a resident or a visitor, navigating this vibrant city and its surrounding regions is best done with the convenience and flexibility that comes with a self-drive car on rent in Pune. With its mix of urban charm and scenic landscapes, Pune offers an array of experiences that are best enjoyed at your own pace, making self-drive car rentals an ideal choice.

Why Opt for a Self-Drive Car on Rent in Pune?

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Top Places to Visit with a Self-Drive Car in Pune

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Shaniwar Wada: Start your journey within the city by visiting Shaniwar Wada, a historical fortification that offers a glimpse into Pune’s rich Maratha heritage. The site is easily accessible by car, and you can spend time exploring the ruins and learning about the city’s past.

Sinhagad Fort: Located about 35 kilometers from Pune, Sinhagad Fort is a popular destination for history buffs and trekking enthusiasts. The drive to Sinhagad is scenic, with winding roads and beautiful views of the Western Ghats. Having a self-drive car allows you to start your journey early and beat the crowds.

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How to Rent a Self-Drive Car in Pune

Renting a self-drive car in Pune is a straightforward process. Here’s how you can go about it:

Choose a Rental Service: Pune has a variety of car rental companies offering self-drive options. Popular services include Zoomcar, Revv, and local operators. These companies typically offer online platforms where you can compare vehicles, prices, and rental terms.

Select Your Vehicle: Depending on your travel needs, choose a vehicle that suits your requirements. For city driving, a compact car might be ideal, while for trips to the Western Ghats, an SUV could be a better option.

Provide Necessary Documentation: To rent a self-drive car in Pune, you will need to provide a valid driver’s license, proof of identity, and sometimes a security deposit. Some rental companies may also require additional documentation like address proof or an international driving permit if you’re a foreign visitor.

Review the Rental Agreement: Before confirming your booking, carefully read through the rental agreement. Look for details about mileage limits, fuel policies, and insurance coverage. Understanding these terms will help you avoid any unexpected costs.

Pick Up and Drop Off: Many rental services in Pune offer flexible pick-up and drop-off options, including delivery to your location. Ensure you check the vehicle for any pre-existing damage and report it to the rental company before starting your journey.

Tips for Renting a Self-Drive Car in Pune

Book in Advance: Pune is a bustling city, and rental cars can be in high demand, especially during weekends and holidays. To ensure availability, it’s a good idea to book your self-drive car well in advance.

Inspect the Vehicle: Before driving off, thoroughly inspect the car for any dents, scratches, or mechanical issues. Take photos if necessary, and report any concerns to the rental company to avoid being charged for damages you didn’t cause.

Know the Traffic Rules: Pune’s traffic can be challenging, especially during peak hours. Familiarize yourself with local traffic rules, and be prepared for narrow lanes, busy streets, and two-wheelers navigating around you.

Use GPS and Maps: Pune and its surrounding areas are well-connected by roads, but it’s easy to miss a turn or take a wrong exit. Using GPS navigation or a reliable map app can help you stay on track and reach your destination without any hassles.

Drive Safe: Pune’s weather can be unpredictable, with sudden showers or fog in the hilly areas. Drive cautiously, especially on winding roads or during low visibility conditions. It’s always better to prioritize safety over speed.

Conclusion

Opting for a self-drive car on rent in Pune is a smart choice for anyone looking to explore the city and its surroundings with maximum flexibility and comfort. Whether you’re a local resident looking to escape the urban hustle or a visitor eager to discover Pune’s rich cultural and natural heritage, a self-drive car gives you the freedom to design your journey exactly how you want it.With a wide range of vehicles available, affordable rental options, and the convenience of online booking, getting a car on rent in Pune has never been easier. So, the next time you plan a trip in and around Pune, consider the advantages of renting a self-drive car and enjoy the city and its nearby attractions at your own pace. Happy driving!

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Grill Maintenance in Rockwall

Getting a regular grill maintenance in Rockwall offers numerous benefits beyond a shiny exterior, including preventing fires, ensuring optimal cooking, extending the grill's lifespan, enhancing flavor, saving money on minor issues, and providing peace of mind. The climate in Rockwall makes regular maintenance of your grill even more important, as hot summers can exacerbate grease buildup and wear on components. Mr. Grill Cleaner is the best choice for a grill maintenance in Rockwall. Have them clean your grill so that you and your family can eat cleaner and healthier food, extending your grill's lifespan. Remember that a well-maintained grill leads to improved performance, cooking more evenly and efficiently. In need of grill maintenance? Call Mr. Grill Cleaner now at 469-833-4330.

Lake Life in Rockwall, TX

One of the interesting things about Rockwall, TX, is what visitors can enjoy and these are the lakefront, fountain, and boats drifting in and out of the harbor. You can have fun sailing with Scott, who offers with three options: cruise, sunset cruise, or moonlight/starlight cruise. The Seawolf, a 40-foot long by 25-foot wide sailing catamaran, is chartered by experienced captain Scott Self. The cruise allows guests to bring their own picnic. Although Rockwall is known for its higher cost of living, and commuters to Dallas often encounter challenging traffic conditions, Rockwall provides a wonderful environment for individuals and families looking for a family-friendly community with a relaxing feel. The Lake Ray Hubbard is home to Gloria's Latin Cuisine and hosts various events such as concerts, festivals, and movie nights.

Siren Rock Brewing Company

The Siren Rock Brewing Company in Rockwall offers a variety of craft beers on tap, a variety of food options, and a comfortable indoor or outdoor seating area. They also provide games like foosball or ping pong for friendly competition. They often host live music acts, trivia nights, music bingo, Texas Hold'em poker tournaments, and other events. Visitors can take a brewery tour, but information on availability and scheduling is limited online. To enjoy their craft beers, food, and events, visitors should bring cash and be aware of their age policy, as they are likely a 21+ establishment. To plan a visit, it is better to double check the company's website or social media for current hours and special events.

Rockwall County Dam Erosion is Monitored Closely

Rockwall County, Texas, is facing ongoing erosion at its largest dam, estimated to hold 30 million gallons of water. The land at the dam is moving, with cracks at the base and only feet away from the emergency stake at the top. The Texas State Soil and Water Conservation Board held a tri-county meeting to discuss the dam, and the USDA sent a state engineer to check the area. City leaders remain nervous, believing the dam's core is safe and the area will stabilize with rain slowing down. Mayor Bryan McNeal has instructed the area to go to the center apex two feet past. City officials must wait out the storm season and seek funding to fix any damage, which could take years. The only thing they can do to battle Mother Nature is to pray.

Link to Map Driving Direction

Siren Rock Brewing Company 310 S Goliad St, Rockwall, TX 75087, United States

Head east toward S Goliad St 118 ft

Turn right onto S Goliad St 1.3 mi

Turn right 387 ft

Turn left Destination will be on the right 0.1 mi

Mr. Grill Cleaner 2006 S Goliad St #122, Rockwall, TX 75087, United States

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It’s 10 June 2024. I have a CT scan in an hour and a half, so I don’t have much time to think out loud. I was looking at the news and marveling at the way locality disorients. I can see the mechanism now. Take Jews: I was amazed to see articles clearly slanted to say that Israel was wrong for rescuing hostages. Why? Because people died. The framing contexts are lost: they’re fighting a war because of the attack which took hostages, who were being held there, meaning Hamas has not surrendered or surrendered them, that they were actively being kept prisoner, and they still need to say it ‘might’ be a war crime to kill people to rescue them. The use of ‘might’ is always there because then they can always make the allegation, and then say there have been repeated allegations, with none of them ever being true.

The issue is encapsulated in the same model that’s been emerging, that the localizing of the focus crosses over a Boundary. That Boundary is 1Space, and the crossing of 1Space from a 0Space to a 0Space means a disruption to the Observer. Those disruptions are or map to closeness, like everything else, and thus becomes measurable and reducible, which brings in the algebras. That last clause took several iterations to make it out because I didn’t realize what it meant: we Attach at the disruption, at the Boundary shift, and that means certain Pathways become available, and that is how the bad thinkers tilt things to their advantage. Like when they demand all eyes on what Israel does, the answer should be to look at how much better the Jews do, especially given what they confront, instead of blaming them for every imperfection, including those they can’t fix.

The breakthrough for this came when I realized, while brushing my teeth this morning, that I heard this clearly in my head when I was 2 and standing in the garage wondering why the object prize of the game wasn’t having fun. I could see in that moment a localization on either side of the door. Took 65 years to figure it out because only then the memory appeared. It was clear as day: this is how … and imagery of how people hurt each other, how they don’t understand each other, and that connecting to the even earlier memory of being placed on the other side of a child gate while my parents had a dinner party. That’s why I relate to animals about their wants: they don’t want to be excluded, want at least to check in, and then they can relax to be alone, to play by themselves or sleep.

I also figured out what z-score meant. There is an extremely vivid moment in Storyline when I look at the chart which identified you and saw an absurdly high z-score, got angry, marched into the HC, had to wait while the table shifted, which revealed some HC members or presences who were more stern and distant than the usual, who told me off. I never got what z-score meant until I realized it’s zK spin versus sK spin. It’s the zK count leading, meaning that as sK and zK flip this is the zK perspective generated as the 0 and also as the first, meaning as the 1, meaning the 1-0Segments construct, and that’s what we are, which connected to the Tizzy concept, which connected me to the extremely strange experience I had where I reached some level at or in the Boundary where I saw a rotation of thoughts flying past at great speed, super fast and super confusing.

They were at the level of worries and concerns, a huge number of what if’s flowing down pathways because the pieces were all short or, more accurately, they bundled to a similar length. It was chaotic because I couldn’t see the assembly, the associations above or below, just that level spinning past. This reminds me of a bit of Joana’s Storyline in which she articulates what I actually did in kindergarten and 1st grade, which was to work out associativity and commutativity. A key piece of that was realizing the process is the manipulation of 1’s, so there has to be a level at which those counts of 1’s appear, and the process by which you associate and commute must have that level within you.

Just realized that this is in fact true. I mean I know the memories but I didn’t realize they were important to telling the story, both as a story and as math. It took a long time to be able to model the associativity we figured out, using a few workbooks and some time on the playground in kindergarten.

I have to get ready.

Localization over a Boundary. And don’t forget the other, Generalization over a Boundary. Inmanation and Emanation! It’s tremendous fun to do this work, to realize that it all really did and does fit together. But I have to get dressed.

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The Role of Technology in Home Healthcare in Dubai

Technology has lately modified many factors of our lives, making matters less complicated and extra convenient. One vicinity in which the era is creating a massive distinction is home healthcare, particularly in a contemporary-day town like Dubai. Let`s discover how the era is enhancing home healthcare in Dubai and making it extra available and green for everyone.

Better Communication with Doctors

In the past, a health practitioner was regularly supposed to take time without work, visit the clinic, and sit in a ready room. Today, the era lets us talk with medical doctors from the consolation of our homes. Through video calls and online consultations, medical doctors can diagnose and advise remedies without the want for an in-character visit. This is particularly useful for the aged and people with mobility issues.

These online consultations require lots of time and effort. Instead of spending hours commuting and ready, sufferers can agenda appointments that match their busy lives. It additionally way that human beings dwelling in far-off regions or the ones who’ve trouble shifting around can get admission to top-notch scientific recommendations without the war of journeying lengthy distances. This degree of comfort is a game-changer, especially in a bustling town like Dubai, in which site visitors can regularly be a massive barrier to well-timed scientific care.

Moreover, the era bridges the space between medical doctors and sufferers, taking into account extra common interactions. Patients can follow up with their medical doctors frequently without the want for bodily visits, ensuring non-stop care and higher fitness management. This common communique allows for tracking persistent situations like diabetes or high blood pressure extra effectively. It additionally lets medical doctors modify remedies right away primarily based totally on real-time remarks from sufferers.

Remote Monitoring in Home Healthcare in Dubai

One of the maximum thrilling improvements in home healthcare in Dubai is faraway monitoring. Devices like smartwatches and health trackers can reveal essential symptoms and symptoms which include coronary heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen levels. These gadgets ship real-time information to healthcare professionals, who can then hold an eye fixed on the patient`s health. If something uncommon is detected, the healthcare company can act quickly, frequently stopping a minor problem from turning into a severe problem.

Medication Management

Taking the proper medicine at the proper time is important for plenty of sufferers. Technology enables this via apps that remind sufferers to take their remedies and clever tablet dispensers that ensure the right dosage. This reduces the danger of neglected doses or unintentional overdoses, which may be specifically risky for aged sufferers.

Virtual Rehabilitation

For sufferers convalescing from surgical procedures or injuries, ordinary rehabilitation sports are essential. Virtual rehabilitation applications use video video games and interactive apps to make those sports extra engaging. Patients can carry out their sports at home even being guided with the aid of using a digital therapist. This now no longer makes rehabilitation extra exciting however additionally guarantees that sufferers are following the right routines.

Health Information at Your Fingertips

With the internet, sufferers in Dubai can effortlessly get the right of entry to a wealth of statistics approximately their fitness conditions. Online systems and cellular apps offer dependable statistics approximately symptoms, treatments, and healthful dwelling suggestions. This empowers sufferers to take a lively position in handling their fitness and making knowledgeable choices approximately their care.

Support for Caregivers

Caring for a cherished one at home may be challenging. Technology presents assistance for caregivers through diverse apps and online communities. These sources provide advice, emotional assistance, and sensible suggestions on the way to take care of sufferers effectively. Some apps even permit caregivers to music the patient`s fitness and medicinal drug schedules, making the caregiving technique greater manageable.

One of the sizeable blessings of those technological gear is the feel of the network and assistance they offer. Caregivers can hook up with others who are in comparable conditions through online boards and social media groups. Sharing experiences, challenges, and answers with others who recognize them may be quite comforting and motivating. This emotional assistance facilitates caregivers to feel much less remoted and greater empowered to address their responsibilities.

In addition to emotional assistance, generation gives sensible assistance. Numerous apps are designed mainly for caregivers, assisting them to arrange and streamline their tasks. For instance, medicinal drug control apps can ship reminders approximately while managing medicinal drugs, decreasing the hazard of ignored doses. These apps also can offer statistics on feasible aspect results and interactions, making sure that caregivers are well-knowledgeable approximately the medicinal drugs their cherished ones are taking.

Convenience and Comfort

Perhaps the most important benefit of an era in home healthcare in Dubai is the ease and luxury it offers. Patients can acquire brilliant care without leaving their homes. This is particularly useful in a hectic metropolis like Dubai, wherein visitors and lengthy distances may be a barrier to gaining access to healthcare. The home healthcare era guarantees that sufferers acquire well-timed and green care, wherein they experience maximum comfort.

Conclusion

In Dubai, the mixing of eras in home healthcare is revolutionising the manner sufferers acquire care. From far-flung tracking to digital rehabilitation, the era is making healthcare extra accessible, green, and personalised. As improvements continue, the destiny of home healthcare in Dubai seems promising, making sure of higher fitness results and progressed great of lifestyles for all residents. Embracing those technological improvements can assist us all lead healthier, happier lives.

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PC Laptops Orem: Best 1 resource for Computer Deals and Fix Administrations

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thinking of rushed conversations, meeting in secret places, only getting to spend quality time together in the late hours of the night

the acting grand sage didn't want to publicise the fact that he had a partner, much less that he was dating anyone. his reasoning? he had overthrown the government and, inadvertently, got elected as its new head, the grand sage. of course, there would be people who despised this decision to make alhaitham the grand sage, even if the position was temporary. now, with this period of change and recuperation, people with extreme ideals would do extreme things, with siraj being a prime example

in short, alhaitham wants to protect you from the people who are out to get him while he's in the highest seat of power in sumeru. dating him puts a target on your back, a target you didn't deserve, so he proposed to keep the relationship under wraps until he was working as the scribe again

for now, that means midnight walks around the empty city, sending each other mail instead of meeting to talk, he even called you up to his office once on the pretence that he wanted to chat about your research proposal

alhaitham can't wait to step down as acting grand sage more than ever every time he passes you in the street during the commute to the akademiya, hears your name from your group of friends, sees the letters addressed to him in your handwriting. it reminds him of what you two hide, not that he really minds keeping it a secret, but he does want to fix his sleep schedule soon.

he promises that as soon as this blows over, you two can be a normal couple and go on dates to cafes and visit the bazaar (while they are actually open) or maybe just stay at home and read together if you prefer.

right now, he'll have to deal with the kisses behind bookshelves and whispered "i love you"s, the nightly rendezvous by the entrance to the stage of the zubayr theatre, the little packages he'll receive every now and again that contain some food from lambad's with the note "don't forget to take a break :)" in that handwriting he could recognise in a heartbeat

when he gets his old job back, you'll be the first to know and the first thing he'll do is take you on a proper date so you can bask in the sunshine of sumeru together

Oh I wish😩😩😩

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Two charged as Sydney Trains blames hooliganism for delays in bringing Matildas fans home after World Cup loss

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Two charged as Sydney Trains blames hooliganism for delays in bringing Matildas fans home after World Cup loss

Police charged two men for allegedly damaging transport infrastructure after a power problem caused chaos and frustration for people returning home after Australia’s heartbreaking 3-1 defeat in the Cup semi-final. Women’s World Cup against England.

Key points:

Sydney football fans stranded waiting for trains home from Olympic Park Stadium

Sydney Trains said the delayed trains were due to vandalism.

Police charged two men with damage to critical infrastructure

Police said cables at a railway signal box in Ashfield were allegedly cut and equipment damaged, affecting signaling equipment across the network.

Two men, aged 47 and 33, were arrested near Ashfield railway station at around 1am and questioned at Burwood police station overnight.

Both men were charged with aggravated trespassing and endangering the safety of a person on the railway, while the 47-year-old was also charged with possession of a prohibited drug and violation of bail.

Police will allege that the two men broke into a transport-restricted facility and damaged critical signaling infrastructure at the station.

Frustrated spectators of the semi-final wait for the delayed trains home. (ABC News)

The result of the damage was that tens of thousands of people were stranded, mainly in Sydney’s Olympic Park, where an estimated 100,000 people had gathered for both football at Stadium Australia and country singer Luke Combs’ concert in Qudos Bank Arena.

The issue was resolved around midnight and the trains were running on time again, after delays of over an hour.

NSW Transport Minister Jo Haylen apologized to passengers on Thursday morning but said it was not a sign the system was broken.

“Thousands of passengers were inconvenienced and I want to apologize to them, particularly to those who waited a long time at Sydney Olympic Park,” he said.

“It’s not a way you want to end a night and I understand your frustrations.”

Travelers were alerted to the power supply problem through social networks and at train stations, where services to the city on lines T1, T2, T7, T8 and T9 suffered major delays.

“Please allow additional travel time due to vandalism of equipment at Ashfield,” Sydney Trains said.

“It is possible that the trains will stop at different platforms and be delayed while the incident continues.

“Work crews are on site and we anticipate delays to continue through the night.

“Consider using alternative transportation methods for your trip home.”

‘absolute disorder’

Sydney Trains thanked fans and customers for their patience and acknowledged the timing of the disruption.

A NSW Police forensic officer at the scene of a suspected act of vandalism at Ashfield train station, which brought Sydney’s rail network to a standstill.(TNV)

Sydney Trains chief executive Jas Tumber said security incidents happen frequently, but it takes time to identify the problem and make repairs.

“It was an unfortunate incident that occurred and it is an act of suspected vandalism that affected part of our critical signage infrastructure in Ashfield. The timing could not have been worse,” he said.

“Initially, you think it’s a problem with the signaling system, it’s a glitch or a glitch, (but) once the engineers got to the site and saw the damage, it was an appraisal and repair job, and it took about 90 minutes to fix things. moving again”.

Irate commuters vented their frustrations on social media after previously being encouraged to use public transport to attend events on Wednesday night.

“Sydney Trains get your s$#! together. Yet another flop on a great sports night. Completely useless transport network. Take the train they say. Shitty experience is guaranteed.”

Another described it as an “absolute mess.”

“This will surely go down in history as one of the most monumental failures of public transport in Sydney, on a night when more than 100,000 people were encouraged to use it to get around the city and suburbs. Absolutely shameful and beyond belief. chaos”.

A traveler stuck in Sydney’s Olympic Park posted: “2 hours after game over and we’re in Olympic Park. This isn’t your first game here. Total crap show #sydneytrains.”

#charged #Sydney #Trains #blames #hooliganism #delays #bringing #Matildas #fans #home #World #Cup #loss

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Why Bob is called 'BOB'

Hello Humans! It's the vice curator Tae the lizard. I have finally let hooman out for some enrichment time! Below the cut is what they've created. Hooman hopes you enjoy it. Leave a like, reblog or even hit up the ask button. Any feedback is really appreciated.

Pairing(s): Bob/!gn reader (nicknamed Sunshine)

Warnings: Fluff, Bob being a garden fairy, no beta we die like Goose.

Bob doesn’t stand for baby on board as his new team thought. He grew up on a ranch and learned how to fix things early on. That translated into him fixing anything that needed fixing even when he went through the Naval aviation academy. If a table was wobbly, the next day it wasn’t. The sink was leaking, it suddenly was fixed a few hours later. He was like a handyman ghost. His past team members finally caught on to his stealth fixing and dubbed him Bob the Builder. The nickname made him feel bashful because he wasn’t looking to be praised for the work he did, he just wanted to help anyone he could. 

After the Dagger squad became a permanent fixture in Fighter Town, Bob purchased a home close enough to the base that it was an easy commute and was still close to the beach. He loved waking up to the sounds of waves crashing on the beach and smelling the saltiness of the sea. Another thing he liked about his new home, which he was shy to admit, was his neighbor. He caught glimpses of them in the morning when he went on his morning run and they were headed to work. He would also spot them after work when he sat on the back porch to watch the sunset over the water. He hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to them yet. He gave them a small nod and smile every them they crossed paths.

Bob’s love language was acts of service so when he noticed that part of the small fence that separated his neighbor's yard from Bob’s was broken he spent a weeknight fixing it while his neighbor was out for the evening. It started off with little things like that. Much to his chagrin, he was caught by his enchanting neighbor when he was working on building flower boxes for his neighbor's blossoming garden. He was going to drop them off at their front door and run away like usual. He felt slightly creepy about how he was acting but his nerves still prevented him from reaching out and introducing himself. As he went to put the flower boxes on the front porch the door opened and Bob jumped, the flower boxes clattering onto the porch. Bob was a deer in the headlights, eyes wide and mouth formed into an ‘o’. 

“Uh- I- uhh.” Bob sputtered as he tried to find words to say. 

“Good morning, my garden gnome,”

  His neighbor was smiling at him with a mischievous glint in their eyes. 

“G-good morning, I’m so sorry. I noticed that your flower boxes were no longer working for your garden and I was making myself a pair so I thought I would make you a couple too. Now I realize that probably comes off as creepy.” 

Bob rambled needless in front of his neighbor who was smiling at him. 

“I was wondering who was sneaking into my garden and making it look better than I ever could. I thought maybe it was a water sprite, maybe a smart seagull or a garden gnome.” They regarded him with a bright smile that lit up their eyes. 

“I’m relieved that it was you in my garden and not anything other mischievous creature.”

Bob was stunned. Not only was his neighbor stunning in the morning light, but was full of an internal light that warmed Bob’s heart. He immediately nicknamed them Sunshine in his head. Bob tried to collect himself to form a coherent sentence.

“I’m Bob, not a fairy, spirit, or otherwise. At least as for as I know.” 

Bob chuckled, the sound filling the air and making his neighbors smile even brighter. 

“It’s nice to meet you Bob.” 

His neighbor stuck out their hand and introduced themselves. Bob grasped their hand with a grin and a flushed face. The flower boxes were forgotten on the porch until his foot nudged one of the boxes. He did even realize that he was gravitating closer to his neighbor. He let go of their hand and picked up the flower boxes. 

“It’s really thoughtful of you to make extra flower boxes for me. I’ve been meaning to buy new ones but life has been a bit busy for me.”

They took the flower boxes into their arms and started to turn towards the door to their beach home. 

���Do you want to come in for coffee and help me set up the boxes?” 

“I would like that a lot.” 

The two of them walked into Sunshine’s home. This was the beginning of a beautiful story of two souls intertwining effortlessly. 

[kazewhara]

falling asleep on the train with xiao 😳😳😳

"sorry to bother you but, uh, is this seat taken?"

xiao takes out one headphone at your words and shakes his head. "no, go ahead." he gestures subtly to the seat beside him for you to sit and shuffles over some more when you do.

the trains are usually packed whenever you do your daily commute to and from classes everyday. you'd tried your best to plan your schedule around rush hour, but there were no other times available for the classes you needed, so you had to settle for what was being offered. the crowding and heavy foot traffic does very little to improve your mood for the day, but it's not all bad when you get to see xiao on the way home.

you've had a crush on xiao since the end of your freshman year. he made a name for himself amongst his fellow music majors and professors as a prodigy since he's well-versed in musical history, theory, and overall talent. his good looks only helped boost his popularity with the other students, and soon enough you, along with several others, found themselves weak to xiao's silent charm. you consider yourself to be one of his luckier admirers though, since you're the only one who's been riding the same train with him for over two years now.

the only real problem is that you've never been able to talk to him one-on-one. you have mutual friends which pushed you two together on occasion, but never have you actively sought him out for conversation unless absolutely necessary; you preferred to admire xiao from afar -- or at least as far as hu tao would let you whenever she hosted gatherings.

you squeeze yourself into the end seat beside xiao, willing your heart to slow down when you feel how warm he is next to you. "thanks," you say, smiling a little when he gives you a small nod.

you wish you could say you had some magical moment with your crush on a crowded train, but you can't. after you sit, nothing happens; you and xiao just sit in silence as your train speeds through the city to your respective destinations. you notice that xiao still had one headphone out and for a second, consider telling him that you recognize the song he's listening to, but you think against it; what if he thinks you're weird for paying attention to his music in the first place? his music is loud, but you don't want to come across as nosy, so you stay silent.

honestly, the silence is nice. the rest of the train car is surprisingly quiet, and as the events of the day begin to weigh on you, you feel your eyelids starting to get heavy. you blink twice slowly before giving up and shutting your eyes. you've slept a few times on the train before, so this shouldn't be a problem, right?

xiao nudges you gently, making you jump. "s-sorry," you stammer as though you were in the wrong.

he shakes his head. "no, that wasn't..." the harsh screeching of the train stopping makes him pause for a second, then: "i was going to ask if you wanted to listen since you're nodding off."

your cheeks warm. you look down to see him handing you an ear bud and then back up at his face. xiao isn't the most expressive guy, so you don't know what you were expecting to see, but his golden eyes are fixed on you which makes you look away quickly to pretend you didn't make eye contact at all. this should be fine, right? you two aren't exactly strangers -- this is fine. just friends being friends.

...right?

"are you sure?" you ask, hestiantly taking the earbud. your fingers brush and you recoil a bit. "i don't wanna bother you or anything--"

"if you were bothering me, i would have ignored you when you asked to sit." xiao's words are as blunt as ever. he has a point, even if he's a little too brash in his approach. but here you were, sitting here with your heart hammering away in your chest anyways. "do you want to listen or not?" he asks again.

fearing that you were annoying him, you nod quickly and put the earbud in, your brows furrowing as you tried to make out what song was playing. when you ask xiao about the song that comes to mind, he turns his eyes back to his phone. "do you not like this one?" he asks.

"no, no, it's fine!" you raise a hand to stop him. "it's alright, really. thank you."

xiao gives you a grunt in response and then... nothing. you're back to square one, sitting in silence with your crush as you ride home. the music doesn't ease your nerves the way you thought it would. you can still feel xiao pressed against your side and you're listening to his music; something he likes that he thought you'd like -- something he was willing to change just for you.

you're not sure how you got to this point, but you're pretty sure your crush on him just got worse.

not only does the music not help your nerves, but it doesn't help your drowsiness either. when the next song starts, you close your eyes and try to focus on the music in hopes that the beat would wake you up, but it doesn't. you're asleep in almost no time at all, your head nodding as the train shambles quickly along the tracks.

xiao, who's been watching you from his peripheral for the past couple of minutes, sighs when he sees your head jerk backwards. he's not sure what he was hoping would happen when he offered his headphone to you. he made up the lie of keeping you awake on the spot. he'd actually been meaning to do something like this ages ago; sharing music with others was his way of expressing his fondness for them, be it through the lyrics or melodies, since he wasn't the best at words of affirmation. part of him hoped you'd have picked up on that by now, but judging by the way you seemed to fear him still, he still had a long way to go before he got that message across.

beside him, your head thuds against the wall behind your head and you scrunch your face in pain with a quiet groan, but you don't wake. xiao hesitates for a second before he brings his hand up and pulls you down against his shoulder. xiao tries to reason with himself for being so impulsive -- he's just trying to keep you from hitting your head again, that's all. but when you hum and lean into him a little more, he finds himself stuck.

you seemed to be afraid of him enough as it was; every time you met up, you'd avoid his eyes or cut conversations shorter than they needed to be. just a few minutes ago you shrunk back from his touch like he'd burned you, leaving him clueless. he has no idea what he did to make you act like this around him, especially since he's gone out of his way to make his feelings for you as unnoticeable as possible.

as you slumber on his shoulder, xiao wonders if you would hate him for touching you like this if you found out. again, he sighs. maybe if he was more obvious, you wouldn't act the way you do around him. he rolls his eyes. he swore he would never ask zhongli for advice, but the longer he thinks about it, the more he realizes he may not have a choice.

because if this is what it's like to be so close to you on the regular, if you were always this cozy, then... maybe xiao would have to be greedy just this once.

he rests his head on yours and keeps scrolling through his phone. he'll move and wake you before your stop comes so you won't hate him later. for now, he was going to savor the moment and indulge in your warmth for a little while.

[dandelionlovesyou]

My Shelter - Chapter 4

Confession Day!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39255591/chapters/102282369

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14086779/4/My-Shelter

.......

Here we go! This is the last chapter for now. An epilogue will come later, but I'm not sure when I can write it since on-site work restarted again. Life will be super busy, with commuting and all, but I am very excited to get out of the house! Don't fret, though, for I will write this epilogue, and there will be more cats in it. =)

A special thank you to my friend, @jhsgf82​, for beta reading this chapter. Your support, input, and appreciation for this fic mean the world to me. Thank you, too, for the cat info! I learned a lot about cats from you =D

….….

Here we go. Everything begins today.

Peeta rounds the curb to Katniss' house and then parks his car in the driveway overlooking the small house. The Everdeens’ house is a home, really, despite its lack of wealth. Before Mr. Everdeen passed away, he made sure that his girls had a permanent roof over their heads. It was one of his dreams being a blue-collar worker and growing up in a life of poverty. Toiling away and doing odd jobs was tough for years, but he did them all for his small family.  

Peeta admired the man.

Painted mustard yellow with a gray and white door, the bungalow house is simple and quaint. It's surrounded by Prim's herb and flower garden, adding character and color to the exterior. On more than one occasion, Peeta helped them fix a leak on the roof or replace a pipe under the sink. Nothing too out of the ordinary or something that Katniss herself cannot fix. But he would always volunteer, anyways‒if only to spend more time with his best friend.

"Hi, Peeta!" Prim chirps from the doorstep. She's growing too fast and looks radiant in her cobalt blue and yellow summer dress. Skipping on along the path, her sweet smile brings levity to Peeta's heart. It's always good to see Prim very happy.

"Hey there, Prim," Peeta greets back, checking his car for any last-minute item that needs to be cleaned. He spent two hours yesterday under the summer heat, vacuuming, washing, and polishing his new (but old) Honda Civic.

"Can I ride in front? Katniss and mom aren't done yet, so I get first dibs on the seats."

"Yeah, sure." Peeta exits his side and hustles to open the car door for Prim.

"You didn't have to do that," Prim says, then rolls her eyes. "I'm not my sister."

Peeta lets out a nervous laugh. At this point, it's only Katniss who doesn't know about his intentions. Mrs. Everdeen gave him her permission to court her eldest daughter last December. That was a long time ago, and she's been giving him expectant looks every time he brings Katniss home.

"Cool car," Prim interrupts his unease. He closes the door gently and then leans in on the window.

“What do you think about my baby?”

"She's nice and tidy. Smells good. Soft seats too, but … your radio's ooold, Peeta." Prim scans the archaic device; no doubt it's something Peeta found in his dad's attic. "Haven't seen a tape player before in my life. That's probably ten times older than me." She chuckles and flips the opening where the cassette tapes go in.

“Hey, don’t insult the merchandise. It still works pretty well, I tell you.”

"Yeah, if you want to impress grandmas," she banters back and wrinkles her cute button nose in an adorable smirk.

"It's just bodywork, Prim. The engine is good; the wheels are relatively new, and the heater and AC haven't stopped working for three months now."

"I suppose so… Katniss did say that your body looks good." Prim giggles at her not-so-subtle insinuation.

Really? Katniss said that about my body.

“I mean the car, Peeta,” Prim coughs out, smiling mischievously. She’s definitely not the innocent little sister Peeta is used to.

Prim continues, “Not your body. God knows Katniss thinks your body is more than alright. She can't stop talking about how strong you are." Prim shifts in her seat and tries in the most comical way to exaggerate and mimic her older sister, "Did you know that he can lift hundred-pound bags of flour? That's not nothing, Prim. Peeta's strong!"

"No way she said that!" Peeta protests, though the slight flush on his cheeks must give away how happy he is about such revelation.

Did she really notice that? I mean, did Katniss really?

“She said that over dinner many times before, Peeta. Too many to count, actually. My sister would defend your honor to her grave.”

“You’re kidding now.”

“Nope. I’ll send you a video if I have to.”

They both laugh at each other, easily conversing as if they were family. Prim transfers to the driver's seat and asks about all the buttons and pedals while killing time. She honks the horn thrice, telling her sister to hurry up.

"You better not do that again, Prim!" Katniss yells back from the house. For good measure, Prim honks the horn again. Peeta can’t stop the monkey grin from spreading on his face.

“So?” Prim turns to him. He is now sitting in the passenger seat and biting his nails as he watches the front door.

"So," Peeta answers back, then stops himself from looking at Prim, who undoubtedly is sporting a naughty grin.

Damn, Prim’s going to grill me now.

"Why didn't you take my sister to prom?" she queries and taps his shoulder like a demanding little sister. Buttercup startles him by jumping through the back window and stretching before loafing in the back seat. Gossipy cat.

"I mean, you could have confessed your undying love then!" Prim presses, not so quietly.

"Prim, keep it down. She could hear you," Peeta pleads under his breath. Prim just smiles at him, and they both ease back into their seats.

With a huff, Peeta brings out his phone from his pocket. “It was the same day as the annual adoption fair,” he explains. “Here, take a look.”

On his phone are hundreds of pictures of dogs, cats, volunteers, and the crowds of people in the park; no doubt he was documenting the entire event three weeks ago. "There was a concert in the evening, and Katniss didn't want to leave until everything was finished and packed away. It's important to her, and I couldn't take that away from her."

Prim scans through his gallery. The event did look fun and meaningful. There were various booths from sponsors, basic obedience training sessions, and a spread of tables where possible adoptions were processed.

Sliding the screen further up, she opens a folder with a heart on the corner named "My Shelter." Inside are pictures and pictures of Katniss throughout their growing-up years. Some were taken candidly, but most with her permission.

“Peeta …,” Prim sighs.

"I know," he breathes out and joins her in looking at the photos of the one who holds his heart. "I'm a goner, Prim."

"That you are," she concurs sympathetically. She hands Peeta back his mobile, lingering on a selfie of the two of them with Whitney and Rye-Rye at the fair. They both smiled from ear to ear, clearly ecstatic because the two dogs were finally adopted into loving homes.

“For what it’s worth, you already had my vote years ago.” Prim squeezes his shoulder. “I knew you would take care of my sister and make her happy. She’s better with you, Peeta. You’re always hopeful, kind, and patient. My sister needs that in her life.”

“Thanks, Prim. That means a lot coming from you.”

Peeta swipes the screen and taps it to enlarge a file. "Want to see a video of her dancing at the fair?"

“With you?”

"Nah, I'm always behind the camera," he says, unsure if he should be happy that he got the chance to capture so many memories of Katniss before she leaves for university, or sad because it means that he hasn't taken the leap yet. "She's swaying with the cats as usual."

"That's my sister…except with Buttercup," Prim utters with a chuckle. "Okay, let's see it."

In the video, the park was lit with warm yellow lights above the dance floor, and a country band was playing a familiar love song. In Katniss' arms was Pepper, a brown and white, short-haired Tabby cat that was one of the kittens they rescued.

Last fall, an emaciated, young female cat appeared in Peeta's backyard. She was scavenging in the garbage bin when he saw her that afternoon. Noticing some milk in her teats, he was unsure whether the female cat was pregnant or if she’d already had her kittens. Peeta gave her some cat food and named her Paprika because of her red and white coloring. When he told Katniss about her, they set up a birthing box on his porch. But after a few days, it was obvious that Paprika had given birth somewhere else. Worried about the kittens, they set out to follow her when she would leave at night. Peeta had a hard time with his prosthetic, often staying farther behind so as not to alarm her with his loud footsteps. It was difficult, and Paprika was quick and so sneaky that even Katniss couldn't keep up with her. It was Jo who came up with the bright idea of putting a GPS collar on the feline. Paprika protested and pawed at the collar when Peeta put it on her, but eventually, she got used to it. Three days later, they found her kittens.

Paprika had five kittens. Two females and three males in all. They were Tabby cats with red, white, and brown coloring. They named them Pepper, Cardamom, Ginger, Sage, and Wasabi. Pepper was the last one to be adopted from the litter of five. It was a miracle she survived because she developed a severe upper respiratory infection a month after being rescued. She was sneezing, had a runny nose and eyes, was feverish, and lost her appetite. Many thought she was going to die with her swift decline, but Katniss and Peeta both took turns nursing her back to health. The Everdeens fostered Pepper, and Peeta helped tend to her until the wee hours of the night before sneaking back into his house. He cared for her and decongested her with the steamy shower running every night. Katniss slept while Peeta was with Pepper, so she could take the night shift. It was a grueling two weeks. They were falling asleep in their morning classes from exhaustion. In the cafeteria, they were often seen napping together during lunch breaks, which caused suspicion from their homeroom adviser.

Katniss and Peeta were ecstatic when Pepper was eventually given the all-clear by Doc Wiress. It took a while for the little runt to return to her old self. Loafing, scratching her cat pole, and climbing the kitchen cabinets at the Everdeens’ became her favorite pastimes when she got her strength back, though. Prim enjoyed having another cat in the house, and Katniss relished seeing Buttercup being ruffled-up by another feline with no boundaries yet. Two weeks later, Pepper was back in the shelter, and Jo began training her for adoption.

That night at the fair, Pepper finally found a home with Madge Undersee, the mayor's daughter.

As the band was playing, Pepper placed her head on the nook of Katniss' arm as she was cradled like a baby. Katniss had wanted a last dance with her. With a gentle gaze, she seemed to memorize the features of the cuddling bundle in her arms. Peeta couldn't resist taking a video of them, smiling at them, and loving them. His heart overflowed.

"She's really magnificent, isn't she?" Peeta whispers as his finger skims over Katniss' face on the screen. "Fierce, protective, devoted …" He longs for these moments of vulnerability. Tender and soft instances when Katniss wears her heart on her sleeve.

Just perfect the way she is.

"Prim, come in for a second, please," Mrs. Everdeen all of a sudden calls from inside the house.

"Okay, Mama," Prim replies, shifting in the driver's seat and giving Peeta a hopeful smile. "Just go for it, Peeta. Tell my sister you love her already. Don't be scared; she won't bite."

“I will … Thanks, Prim.”

Snapping back to her bright and witty self, Prim walks back to the house to attend to her mother's request. Buttercup follows her, but not before rubbing his face on Peeta's shoulders. He gracefully leaps through the window, meowing about as he parades himself lazily.

Stepping out of his car, Peeta can hear the youngest Everdeen scolding her sister and mother for being so slow and making Peeta wait for ages. Katniss grumbles back, saying that Peeta is always early anyways. This earns a snicker from him, delighted as he is that Katniss knows him so well.

I’m always early for you, my love.

Except ... for telling you that I love you.

Well, no more. Today’s the day!

Five more minutes pass, and it's Prim who exits the door first. She skips to Peeta's car, hastily opening the door herself in the back seat. Mrs. Everdeen then comes out next, greeting Peeta with a cheerful smile. He meets her halfway and escorts her to the car. Smooth, but totally natural for him to do.

Opening the car door, Mrs. Everdeen gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Congratulations, Peeta. You did wonderfully all these years,” she praises him, patting his rosy cheek.

He closes the passenger door and takes a few steps toward the house to wait for Katniss. He almost misses the moment she strolls out the door because he notices a watermark on the windshield. Promptly searching his pocket for a handkerchief, his whole body stills when he briefly glances at the gray and white door. There, under the soft morning sun, is his everything.

[… … …]

No word, no image, no thought revolves around his head. Only the beating of his heart exists.

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.

When she smiles at him, the ballad "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon begins to play in the background. His blue eyes go into tunnel vision, zooming and ending only on Katniss. She's wearing a flowing, evergreen summer dress with a mockingbird pin on her chest. Her dark, majestic hair is in an elaborate braid that their art teacher Cinna would surely praise. Her cheeks are a modest pink, and her lips are a subtle crimson.

Bellissima.

Peeta deliberates if he has already died and gone to heaven.

I can't fight this feeling any longer

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow

What started out as friendship has grown stronger

I only wish I had the strength to let it show

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever

I said there is no reason for my fear

'Cause I feel so secure when we're together

You give my life direction

You make everything so clear

"Is this real or not real?" he whispers to himself before his feet start moving of their own accord. It feels like walking on pillowy clouds.

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running 'round in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm followin' you, girl

'Cause you take me to the places

That alone I'd never find

"I'm not waiting any longer," he says next, halfway through the narrow path where Katniss is waiting. Everything feels warm and fuzzy under his gray suit. He's crawling out of his own skin.

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

“Hi, Peeta.” Katniss’ sultry voice penetrates through Kevin Cronin’s singing in his head. “Sorry to keep you waiting. My mom…and my hair…”

“You look beautiful.” Peeta swoons, reaching for her hand and placing a gentle kiss there. Katniss' cheeks turn a slight pink, and she bites the insides of her bottom lip.

Blue eyes meet grey ones.

Like lightning, though, a moment of panic pricks Peeta’s gut.

What did I just do?!

His eyes start to go wild.

BEEP! Beep! Beep! The sound of the car horn snaps them out of their trance (or dilemma?)

“Hurry up! You both won’t make it to your graduation!” Prim yells out, leaning on the driver’s seat and pressing the horn again.

“Shut up, Prim!” Katniss reluctantly shouts back. She squeezes Peeta’s hand in hers and tugs it before briskly walking together to the car.

…..

Graduation flows smoothly as the newly promoted Assistant Vice Principal Fulvia Purpletown runs the whole ceremony. Emilia Fernsby, also known as 'Foxface,' gives an impassioned valedictorian speech, earning a standing ovation from three teachers‒Mr. Flavius (Trigonometry), Ms. Venia (Human Anatomy), and Mrs. Octavia (Logic).

As Pomp and Circumstance Marches plays, the seniors climb up to the wide-open stage. Everyone takes their turn on the wooden platform receiving their rolled-up fake diploma and moving the tassels on their dark blue graduation caps. Peeta and Katniss cheer profusely, whistling and clapping their hands as the other marches up to shake Mr. Heavensbee's hand. Proud as ever and moved by the momentous music, they are both teary-eyed as they accept their diploma.

High school was not easy. Juggling it with their families’ situation and their time at the animal shelter made studying very trying, but they succeeded. Together. Effie and Haymitch advised them from the start of their high school days that they could accomplish anything as long as they remained as a team.

Twenty more photos and a lengthy video of Katniss' march were added to Peeta’s favorite gallery folder by the end of her turn. Both their families stood up to watch them, glowing with happiness under the breezy summer day.

After Principal Heavensbee gives the final message to the graduates‒a highly philosophical speech about history lessons and the human condition‒the song "Glory Days" by Bruce Springsteen unexpectedly booms in the background. He’s startled by Bruce’s “Let’s go!” causing him to spill his juice from his teacher’s mug all over his brown, tailor-made suit.

The entire faculty scrambles to their feet, some briskly walking backstage to find the source of the loud rock music that is causing young hips and shoulders to shake rhythmically. Principal Heavensbee is red as a ripe beet, pointing at all sorts of icons on Vice Principal Fulvia’s controller. The tech crew, wearing black shirts, tries to stop the music to bring back the solemnity of the ceremony, but to no avail. The crowd is already wild!

Tough luck, Mr. Heavensbee!

The whole assembly dances and sings like the crazy teenagers they are. Thresh and Marvel run across the field, shedding their togas and shirts and popping confetti guns with suspicious-looking colored powders. All the while the school’s Golden Victor mascot is chased around by Mr. Flickerman because he is running buck naked and flashing everyone. All color drains out of the teachers’ faces.

That’s the 74th batch of Panem High for you folks.

"Oh, this is definitely Cato's doing!" Peeta announces to Katniss, leaning near her ear to be heard above the loud music. "It's got his signature written all over it!"

“Well, they can’t expel him now!” Katniss all but shouts as she stands on tiptoes to reach his ear as well.

Peeta’s warm cheek grazes hers.

Katniss steadies herself, grabbing his solid arms. She leans into his masculine jaw.

For a moment, they both freeze at the contact. Had they rotated their heads just a little more, their lips would have certainly met. Actually…

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But the moment is not right, Peeta thinks. So he just holds her close and envelopes her in his arms. Following suit, Katniss lets her palms crawl up the expanse of his back, keeping them flushed against each other's graduation gown-covered bodies. They both breathe in each other's scent.

Cinnamon and dill.

Lavender and oatmeal.

The scent of forever.

Their schoolmates continue to sing in chorus; some throw their graduation caps in the air, and many stand on their chairs to take a live video. But Katniss and Peeta are frozen in time, existing in a unit of space where their shelter is each other's heart. All too soon, the music stops, and a tech crew laughs mightily from pulling out the main electrical plug, killing the mood. Principal Heavensbee chestily declares without a mic, "With the power vested in me by the Committee of Education, I now pronounce you all as graduates! This concludes the year and your entire high school education." He emphasizes the word 'concludes’ and makes a shooing gesture to everyone out in the field after he finishes.

"Congratulations, Katniss," Peeta whispers, his joy expanding to her as he holds her.

“Congratulations, Peeta,” Katniss murmurs against his chest. Her ear rests over his heart, listening to every beat it makes. “We did it.”

Gingerly, they break away from each other, slowly letting go of the other with closed eyes. Their families find them amidst the rowdy crowd, and they all take obligatory pictures, reluctantly setting aside the closeness they had only seconds ago.

Wheaton holds the camera, and everyone smiles at the count of three. Always the fun-loving one, Rye demands that they all say 'cheese buns' instead when Wheaton takes their photos.

Peeta shoots his brother a death glare.

“I’ll see you all for dinner at our house at eight,” invites Mr. Mellark. Mrs. Mellark stands beside him, surprisingly in a good mood. She must have been a fan of Bruce Springsteen.

"We'll be there with some soup and cider," Mrs. Everdeen replies, then gives Peeta and Katniss a final congratulatory hug.

Everyone then piles out to attend to their regular work. The Mellarks have tons of cakes and pastries to deliver, and the Everdeens have patients to attend to.

“You ready?” Peeta asks Katniss once everyone is out of earshot.

“Ready,” she replies, a lopsided grin on her face. “Let’s go!”

Their plan had been forged since they were in freshman year. They promised each other that when they graduated, they'd take selfies in all their favorite spots in school. But since Katniss is leaving for university, they've expanded the plan to taking photos around the district as well. It’s easy, all they need to do is ride on Haymitch's bus. The D12 stops in all their favorite places, except the park. They will just take Peeta’s car later to go there.

The first stop in school is in front of the bust sculpture of the Committee of Education's Chairman Coriolanus Snow. Many despise him for his overly intellectual and competitive revision of the curriculum, which slashed the art budget by half. Peeta positions his index finger to pick Snow's nose while Katniss scowls and puts a whole cabbage on top of his head. They take three shots, switching positions and snickering like naughty children while making funny faces at the bearded old man.

Next is their usual lunch table in the cafeteria. Producing a marker from his suit pocket, Peeta quickly draws a bow and arrow and a loaf of bread underneath. Symbols, no doubt of themselves, they’ve claimed the orange table. They spent many conversations on this worn-out furniture‒lots of friendly banter, catching up on homework, and planning for shelter events or foster care.

A picture of their lockers follows, which thanks to Peeta's silver tongue was never changed for four years. Katniss' was locker E518, and Peeta's was M314. They slip a thin note inside for the next freshman who will inherit the green metal compartments. It lists invaluable tips for surviving high school in Panem.

#1. Respect Mr. Cinna.

#2. Don’t sit in the first row of Mr. Flickerman’s class…unless you want a shower!

#3. Mr. Flavius always gives a pop quiz on the first Wednesday of the month, so study up!

#4. Library. SC-081-019-62. Best book ever!

#5. A friend that gives you a loaf of bread is a keeper.

#6. Eat breakfast. Seriously, it’s the most important meal of the day :)

…

#12. Volunteer at the animal shelter. You’ll find good people there.

Their last stop in school is Mr. Cinna's art studio. It's been their quiet space for four years. When the school crowd became too much, they often retreated there, either alone or together, for some peace. A spacious room meant for free expression and creativity, Mr. Cinna never once locked the doors, so anyone wanting to express their feelings on a blank canvas could. Not once was the room vandalized or taken for granted by any of the students in Panem High. They all respected and loved Mr. Cinna.

"Remember this window, Peeta?" Katniss asks as she stares out across the school's field. "You loved sitting here and watching the sky change color."

I also loved watching you from here when you trained for archery. I often melted like ice cream from your awesomeness.

"Do you still have some artwork here?" Katniss walks away from the glass window and scans the nearby wall filled with sketches from students. It's a nifty wall, really. Anyone who appreciates art could get lost in the many works students have left throughout the years.

Peeta walks toward the other end of the vast wall, joining her as she tries to identify one of his works. Truth be told, he had already taken every one of them down, except for one. He purposely left one for her to find. Today.

Just a little bit more to the right, my love. I hope you’ll like it.

A not too subtle "Oh” escapes Katniss' lips. She covers her open mouth with her palm, clearly in awe of the painting in front of her.

Peeta holds his breath.

"What do you think?" he finally asks as he stands beside her. Katniss' index finger brushes his. Courageously, Peeta takes her hand, interlacing his calloused fingers with her slender ones. It feels so natural, so perfect, like the easy swirl of fresh paint on canvas. Not one of them dares to let go.

"You did this for me?" Katniss marvels at the painting of her aiming her bow and arrow in the field. "It's beautiful."

“You’re beautiful,” Peeta follows smoothly. For once, his thoughts of her now have a voice. “And I have always loved you all these years.”

A companionable silence stands between them, then a few tears escape Katniss’ eyes. Her other hand hovers over the canvas. “You have?” she asks, lips quivering from the rush of emotions flooding her.

Peeta smiles and meaningfully bobs his head in answer. The twinkle in his eyes is clearly visible from the joy of finally letting his heart out. "Since we were five…took me thirteen years to finally muster up the courage to tell you. But yeah …" Peeta turns to Katniss, unafraid and determined to hold her gaze now. “I love you, Katniss Everdeen.”

"Oh, Peeta," she breathes out, and he tenderly brushes away the tears falling down her rosy olive cheeks with his thumb.

"I only have four weeks to win your heart…make you fall in love with me. I don't want to waste any more time being afraid or doubting myself. I'm running out of time to make you love me as more than just your silly old best friend... I know, I'm not perfect…”

"You don't have to ...," Katniss cuts him off, placing her trembling fingers over his lips. She surely feels the rush of air he takes from her unexpected gesture, then the warm breath he steadily exhales after. Slowly, Peeta takes her hand away from his tingling lips and slides it down to a distinct place on his torso‒over the muscular organ pumping blood throughout his body.

The one that beats only for Katniss Everdeen.

"You already won my heart, Peeta," Katniss follows, ghosting her index finger over the thumping in Peeta's chest. "It has always been yours." She then moves her gaze from his chest to his handsome face. The bluest, gentlest eyes meet her. She smiles at him, softly and a little playful. "But I always thought yours belonged to Delly Cartwright, so ..."

"Oh, Katniss, I'm such a fool..."

"Maybe," she snickers, then pauses. "Now…are you gonna kiss me, or should I wait a couple more years?"

Laughter bubbles up in Peeta's chest. He can't believe this is all happening. He had only hoped for a chance, yet here is Katniss giving her heart to him in return.

Her heart to me. Peeta Mellark.

"So?" Katniss scowls from being made to wait again. Peeta beams.

"Come here."

Their lips meet in a sure kiss, taking each other's breath away. Greedily, they seek more before slowing down to take their time. Katniss wraps her arms around Peeta's neck, tickling him as he pulls her closer. They chuckle between kisses as Peeta confesses about all the cheese buns he’s shoved her way. He’s all too endearing, and Katniss can’t help but fall in love even more with her best friend.

Woof! woof! woof! The loud barking of Driver sounds from the field outside the window.

"I don't believe it," Peeta says, pulling his mouth away and leaving Katniss mid-kiss. Sometimes he really can’t help but become a tease.

"Peeta, what?" Katniss breathily complains, eyes closed and confused but still feeling like she’s in a fairy tale.

"Driver's here, love."

Hmmm, love. I can call her that now.

"I guess it's time to go to the park," Peeta follows and rubs the back of his neck.

Together they meet Driver in the grassy field, peppering him with hugs and getting slobbery kisses. They take Peeta's car to the park, the tune of Bruce Springsteen's “Glory Days” echoing from Peeta's cassette player. With Driver leading the way and Katniss and Peeta holding hands while stealing kisses, they find the evergreen tree where they first got "married" as children. Around the "K+P" Peeta carved out when they were seven, Katniss adds a perfect heart around it, sealing it with an arrow for good measure.

I love that my cheese buns and I are not the only cheesy things around here.

Kisses then follow ‒ lots of them ‒ punctuated with adorable wet licks from Driver. All is perfect under the evergreen tree and the silky orange sunset on the horizon as Katniss and Peeta finally give their hearts away. To each other.

“My shelter,” Peeta coos.

“My shelter,” Katniss repeats with a kiss.

 -- The end --

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic.