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Kadin + Spencer One of those weddings where you're having so much fun, you blink and next thing you know, it's midnight - What a day! Wedding at Bogeys Inn and Suites in Sombra, ON by Sarnia Lambton Wedding Photographer Daniel McQuillan Photography

[sophiesjourney]

A stroll around West Pentire

Down in Cornwall at the start of this month we visited Agnes Beach and Newquay. But we also took a walk around West Pentire.

On our drive back to Newquay from Agnes Beach we stopped to visit Crantock beach. A place we’d heard many people mention as one of the best beaches to visit in Cornwall!

We didn’t actually walk along the beach as we visited at high tide and were very distracted by the…

[durgas]

@hprarepairnet​ & @slytherdornet​ - quidditch player ships challenge: 

~ blaise x ginny

Feisty.

Bright ginger hair and soulful dark eyes, she was a spitfire with those famous Weasley freckles. That was his first thought when they shook hands at the end of the Quidditch game, her tiny palm surprisingly forceful against his own. And her smile was devastating. It wasn’t perfect, don’t get him wrong, with thin lips and crooked teeth but it was radiant. It could light up the whole pitch with its glory. The Harpies had beat the Arrows by sixty points, something that normally irritated him beyond measure. 

But, this time he didn’t mind.

It was strange to think that they had attended the same school, albeit on opposite sides, but he had no real memories of her. If he squinted he could remember a mouthy girl with a mess of carrot coloured hair who was famous for her legendary Bat Bogey Hex. The woman in front of him looked nothing like her. This woman’s hair was a glorious ginger, bundled into a neat ponytail, though she was certainly still mouthy judging by the curses she had unleashed upon her team in the course of the game. And, she was slender but he could see the muscles in her arms no doubt from endless Quidditch practices.  

“Staring, much?” Ginny Weasley waved her hand in front of his face. 

“Admiring your win,” He said as his answer slid off his tongue. “And your team’s excellent Captain.”

“Flattery doesn’t work on me,” Ginny retorted. 

“I don’t believe it’s flattery to praise your win, Captain Weasley,” Blaise had been undecided for a moment as to what he should call her. Ginny seemed too personal given that they had never spoken, Miss Weasley seemed far too formal and Captain alone was impersonal. 

“Call me Ginny,” she said as she proffered her hand forward once more. “Otherwise I’ll have to start calling you Captain Zabini and we’ll both sound like two doddery old people.”

“Very well,” Blaise took her hand again, feeling the smoothness of her skin against his own. “I wouldn’t want to imply anything in our first meeting.” He didn’t shake it, however, instead he pressed a kiss to her hand.

Ginny looked taken aback. “You’re a terrible charmer.”

“I’ve had worse titles associated with my name,” He was gratified to see a blush had spread its way into her cheeks. Old fashioned manners still had their place in today’s society. “After you, Ginny.”

They made their way into their respective changing rooms, bedecked in their team colours. He imagined Ginny returning to hers with triumph flashing in her eyes whereas his own team were much more subdued and had an air of disappointment. It was to be expected, of course, as they had lost the league. He was thankful for the silence, it allowed him to think about the freckles adorning Ginny’s face and those rosy cheeks. Pulling on his clothes, he left in a hurry hoping to catch Ginny’s interview with the Daily Prophet. He had seen her face in the papers but they did not do her justice. She was far more beautiful in person with lively eyes and a quick smile. 

He could hear her voice, softly melodic but imbued with iron, as she spoke about their victories with the look of bliss upon her face. The reporter was another Hogwarts student, one whom Blaise could not quite place though he was certain he had been in Hufflepuff. Ginny’s smile was electric and she coated her lips with a red that Blaise thought should be illegal. He watched as she gave her interview, warm and friendly as if the reporter was one of her best friends. He turned to leave once it was over.

“Blaise,” she said from behind. “Do you and your team want to come along with us for a drink?”

He felt his heartbeat quicken. “Yes, that sounds good.”

“Losers have to buy,” she teased as she winked at him.

It was a flash of a thing, there for less than a second yet it had cemented itself in his mind. Confident and cheeky, she was so unafraid. She exuded confidence, something which he had forced himself to feign for years at Hogwarts. It was only now that he allowed himself the luxury of anxiety; it wasn’t something his Mother ever wanted him to speak aloud. He had buried himself in books after Hogwarts and then rebuilt himself scrap by scrap until he felt confident again. But, sometimes, he still felt those old fears return. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from the Captain of the mighty Harpies,” he said as he dampened down his nerves.

“Great, we’ll see you down Merlin’s Inn in ten,” Ginny said. Her smile hadn’t moved an inch since her team had won. 

Then, all of a sudden, she moved towards him and he felt her soft lips against his own. She had kissed him. It had been a gentle peck, nothing spectacular, but he could feel a new desire swim in the depths of his body. And, she was still kissing him. He responded, moving his lips against hers, and then after what felt like mere seconds she pulled away with a glint in her eye. 

“Ginny,” said Blaise whilst his heart pounded against the skin of his chest. 

She looked like the cat that got the cream. “Sometimes, a girl can surprise you.” 

“You certainly gave me a surprise, Ginny,” he said with a smile outstretched on his face. 

“Come on then, let’s go to the Inn,” she said as she held his hand. “If I’ve not scared you off.”

Blaise laughed and smirk crept onto his face. “Darling, you couldn’t even try to scare me.”

Confidence seeped into his body as his nerves dissipated. He could handle a little bickering with Ginny Weasley. It was pleasant to hold her hand, perfectly shaped as if it were meant to fit in his own. Even the narrowed eyes from the journalist and the somewhat disdaining glances from Ginny’s team didn’t phase him. They walked in tandem. He slowed his pace so that her legs could keep up but they were there in no time at all. The Inn was located a mere ten minutes away from the Arrows Quidditch stadium. 

He was looking forward to spending this evening with Ginny. 

[mira-shard]

Sweater Weather (Jae Kim X Mc)

Whoohoo~! First time writing for this fandom. And I’m definetely planning to write more!

Jae Kim X Marina Willow (MC)

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"So note to self, be ready to cast Protego at any moment when you drag me along to scam another witch or wizard." Marina slightly grumbled to herself as she followed Jae trough the narrow streets of Knockturn Alley. "To be fair, I did tell you to be ready to run at a moment notice." Jae glanced at the Slytherin beside him before focusing back on the path ahead. "Yeah, okay, okay, but still. Rude," She teased and poked him in the ribs. "Be glad you're no longer sneezing bats," Jae smirked and bumped his shoulder against that of his friend. "Yeah, alright, I'll admit. You knowing the counter curse was extremely helpful," She chuckled and pulled a face as she touched her nose. "Still, it felt extremely weird. Ten out of ten would not recommend." Jae snorted as the two finally left Knockturn Alley behind. The young curse breaker sighed content and wrapped an arm around Jae's waist. "We still got plenty of time before we need to be in our common rooms. Wanna go to Hogsmeade for a bit?" "Well," Jae smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'll never say no to a butterbeer." Marina's grin widened as she grabbed the Gryffindor by the wrist and started pulling him along. "Then let's go!"

"With all due respect but Gryffindor has no chance of still winning the quidditch cup." Marina chuckled as Jae gave her a mock-offended look. "It's the truth! Sure, Charlie is a great seeker and you guys got a decent keeper but the Slytherin's beaters and chasers are way superior." "You're only saying that because you're one of the beaters, Rina," Jae smirked and took a gulp from his drink. "Hey, you're not arguing." She grinned and blew a piece of hair out of her face. "That's because," The boy waited until his friend's attention was on a stray piece of hair before quickly grabbing her drink and taking a gulp. "Jae, what the hell?" The brunette laughed and swatted at him playfully. "This is why I'm not arguing. You talk about quidditch and then get distracted, perfect opportunity to steal your food or drink." He smirked while Marina quickly grabbed her drink back. "You're a dick." "Thanks," He laughed while Marina quickly gulped the rest of her butterbeer down. "Hey, don't try to drown yourself in butterbeer." "You can't tell me what to do," Marina smirked and stuck her tongue out at him and Jae simply mimicked her actions. While the two friends were teasing and taunting one another, madam Rosmerta collected their dirty dishes. "I'd hurry back to Hogwarts if I were you two. If you go now you might make it back before it starts raining." Rosmerta advised the students and pointed at a window, to make her point clearer. "You're probably right, Madam." Marina sighed and paid for the drinks as the two got up and exit the inn. "Geez, I really don't like the look of those clouds. We better move on," Jae sighed as the two stared at the sky, which was littered with grey clouds. "At least we're not in Knockturn Alley anymore," Marina muttered to herself while Jae pulled her along the road back to the castle. It was starting to drizzle but from the looks of it, the rain would start getting heavy soon. "That'll keep us from being wet, but not from being cold," Jae sighed slightly before letting out a small yelp from where Marina poked him in his sides. "No being sad, rain is fun too." She pouted slightly and grabbed his hand. "Besides, we had fun today. Especially you when I got hit by the bat bogey hex." "Okay, but you would have also laughed if the roles had been reversed," Jae chuckled and grabbed her hand. "Heh, m-maybe you're right." She huffed slightly and looked to the side to hide the blush settling on her cheeks. "Maybe or definitely?" Jae smirked and pinched her cheek, which earned him a playful glare while Marina swatted at him again. "You missed." "Oh shush," Marina laughed but grew quiet when it started raining hard. "Quick, come on." He smiled and started running towards the castle while dragging Marina along with him. "Oh, finally!" The Slytherin laughed as the two made it inside the castle. "I thought you were the one saying that rain could be fun." Jae teased as he tried to catch his breath from running all the way. "Not when it's raining dogs and cats, it's not." She smirked slightly and leaned against the wall for support. Her smirk dropped slightly as she looked at her friend with concern. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, I'm used to running from angry witches and wizards. Running from rain isn't bad at all." Jae winked at her, while Marina rolled her eyes playfully. "Sadly tho, we are idiots who didn't even cast the umbrella charm so now we're soaked," She sighed and wrung her hair out. Jae frowned slightly at his friend before his face lit up the way it always did when he got an idea. "Here, to prevent you from getting sick," He grinned as he took off his iconic yellow sweater. "J-Jae, what are you doing?" Marina flushed as she tried her best not to glance at Jae, who's wet blouse clung to his chest and left little up to the imagination. "Duh, you get cold quickly, so take it." Jae smiled and held out his sweater to the Slytherin. "If you don't, I'll tell Rowan you actually got hit by a hex this time." Marina gasped over dramatically as she took the sweater from his hands. "You wouldn't dare!" "Try me," Jae winked with a smirk while Marina pulled the sweater over her head. "Better?" "Yeah, thanks." She smiled at him while trying to fix the hood that was covering her eyes for the biggest part. "Not a problem at all," Jae smiled and couldn't help but take a mental note of how adorable she looked. It was especially cute because of their height difference, Jae being a head taller than Marina, and the fact that Marina would have to roll up the sleeves if she wanted to be able to use her hands. "What are you smiling at, weirdo?" She yawned as she caught a glimpse of Jae's expression. "At some weird snake who's drowning in my sweater." He simply smiled and grabbed her hand. "Come on, I'll walk you to your common room. Wouldn't want you to fall in sleep before you even reach the kitchens, right?" "That only happened once, quit your whining," She chuckled but intertwined their fingers as she walked along with him. "I'll give you your sweater back tomorrow, okay?" "Take your time. Wear it to class for all I care." He smirked, which earned him yet another playful swat at his arm. "Now hurry and go to the Gryffindor tower, you dork." Marina smiled as they arrived at the Slytherin common room. "Yeah yeah," Jae smiled and ruffled her hair. Marina sighed mockingly and fixed her hair before she hugged him tightly. "Night Jae." "Night Rina," He smiled and kissed her forehead quickly before he walked away, leaving Marina with a goofy smile and burning cheeks.

[nicklesthename]

Thank you to everyone who came to our wedding, gave us a gift or card, and/or wished us well!! It was a pretty much perfect day and we are so grateful for everyone who was a part of it. 👰🏽🤵🏼💍 if you have any photos or videos please send them to me ☺️ (at Bogeys Inn & Venue) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3m4ImqpIFf/?igshid=7w6rpobteo3n

[michiganandback]

Aug 15 – 19 AM

We left the Hancock RV Park mid-morning on the 15th and headed southeast. We made it to Marquette and spent the night at a really nice Campground. In the morning we drove over to the place called Pebble Beach to get some good stones from Lake Superior before we left. Marquette has the largest wooden domed building in the world. We drove by it as we left town and it's pretty impressive. Marquette also has a Wal-Mart and a Meijer grocery store, which has good bread. We spent a bit of time restocking the Larder before heading south to St. Ignace to spend the night. In the morning, we got a tee time I need a local golf course and played 9 holes of golf. It was a deceptively difficult course with tight, narrow fairways and fescue rough. It was also very bumpy because they didn't level out the fairways or the rough. We did okay for not having played for a year. I had six bogeys one double and two other scores. But it was a good day on the golf course. We then moved two miles south to another campground just in sight of the Mackinac Bridge. While driving to the golf course, the spring in the latch for refrigerator broke and the door flew open. Luckily nothing fell out and I was able to get it fixed temporarily until we can find a hardware store to buy new spring. We did and got to the campground just fine. As we were checking in, Patty the clerk said I put you as near to the bathroom as I could and oh by the way the best bathrooms are behind the laundry room. Not many people know about them and they are much nicer. She was right. They're just like a bathroom at home, not a bathroom in the barracks or in the old style dorms. After dinner, we went on a walkabout and saw a pickup with North Carolina tags on it. I yelled out go Heels and he said too bad. I said I really went to NC State he said I'm a Duke fan. I asked him where he was from in North Carolina and he said Morganton. That's where my sister lives and he knew the road she lives on. He didn’t say much more. Those mountain folks are like the odwest cowboys (so I’ve heard and seen depicted in the movies), answer a question and wait for the next one, don’t volunteer anything. I told him we grew up in the mountains he said from Crossnore. I had never had anyone know that town  in all my travels. I never thought to ask if he knew my sister. Turns out he was the water treatment plant manager and Elizabeth just groaned so she knew there was going to be a conversation about water and wastewater treatment plants. He said, well it's a good,  secure job because everybody has to drink water and everybody has to go to the bathroom. We found out he had been in the 82nd Airborne Division in 1973 and had 128 jumps, five of which were good. I never asked about the five and he never elaborated. They're on their way eventually to Mount Rushmore and I told him about the veteran ceremony at the night time event. I had to renegotiate our TV and Internet contract that expires this month and I got a very nice customer service rep from AT&T, Natalie. She did us a solid and we got $10 off from my current bill and tripled our internet speed. I told her we were in Michigan on a trip and she said I'm in Kalamazoo. We had a nice personal chat after that and she told us about something to do on our way to Boyne City. She also said real nice thing to do there is the Wildwood Rush, 7000 foot zip line down the mountain. We're looking forward to it. She also knew about the tunnel of trees, the Legs Inn which has the largest Bloody Mary in the world. We will do that today on the 18th of August as we work our way to Boyne City. We will spend one more night in the RV before moving into the rental house Sunday afternoon. Everyone is on time to meet us there late afternoon Sunday. The house is equipped with kayaks, fishing poles and other outdoor equipment. E and I are looking forward to kayaking down the Charlevoix River. In the morning we went across the road to talk to people from Morgantown on the off chance they knew my sister and brother-in-law. I asked Daryl if you knew someone named Dennis Keller and he said yes I do. He used to hunt bear with Dennis’ dad, Clyde in the mountains. He said my wife is coming around the corner there let's tell her about this. Turns out, Connie and my sister, Princess were in the same hospital room years ago when Connie had twin boys. They lived across the road from Princess’ and Dennis’ father and mother. Sometimes it's a really small world. We drove over to the Legs restaurant through the tunnel of trees along the bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. It was another nail-biter drive on a narrow road for 18 miles that took almost 40 minutes. We got there just after the restaurant opened and got a choice seat outside. All the waitresses are from Poland or the Ukraine. They are very helpful and pleasant. Our waitress was from Poland. I asked her her name, but we decided to call her Aga. She said she wanted to go back to Europe and visit Germany and could I recommend some places that are not so touristy. During the course of the meal I asked if she was interested in culture or sightseeing. I came up with about 14 places that I would go to if I went back there. Before it was all over, we exchanged emails, cell phones and invited her to visit us and Tulsa. She gave us her email address and the blog that she is creating on this visit to America. She wants to travel while she's young and I would say beautiful before she settles down and raises a family. When we decide to go to Poland she asked us to email her and she would give us some very interesting places to go out of the way of the normal tourist places. How lucky can you get? We had to scramble to find a campground for the night because this is a popular area. We did find one out of the way but in it but in a nice location. We are only 18 miles from the house that we rented for the reunion. We got a good spot as I said not far from the bathroom and pool. We had a nice quiet evening and there is a German couple from northern Germany cross the way from us. I spoke to him a little bit in the street, but we never made a commitment to get together later. He works as a physical therapist with stroke victims in Bremen Germany. We had a nice conversation in English and German. He thought my German very good even after I told him it was only Street German or neighborhood German that I had learned. I always feel good about that because I have tried to keep it up. About 1:30 this morning, some revelers woke Elizabeth up which in turn caused me to be up. We closed all the windows and finally got back to sleep. We slept until 8 a.m. and awoke to a gray overcast chilly morning, but it's supposed to warm up when we get back down from the “highlands” to the lake.

Pictures posted after this. This will be last post for a while, maybe.  Off to the reunion:)    

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 73: Courting Disaster

Table of Contents. Third Instar, Chapter Four. Go to previous. Go to next. TW: Canon-typical body horror, insects, butchery mention, mild robot discrimination, food description.

So many people, so little time.

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Although once a DeMarco-Boyle Housewares, this space no longer prided itself in selling quality furniture, appliances, or other domestic goods. 'Choly, Sticks, and Angel followed a wide corridor. ‘Choly took in the interiors of the place, mentally distanced from the clack of his cane on the wood flooring. With its complex, radiating door frames, and austere, faintly metallic chevron wallpaper, he could nearly believe the building had always been laid out in such a way--if not for its unusual inverted curly light bulbs and the chartreuse-to-vermillion tint they cast. They passed a dozen or so people before the corridor opened into a lobby, whose mode of dress suggested coarser more contemporary fabrics in unrestrictive, breathable cuts. Though something to which he normally wouldn’t have payed attention, it irritated his read of the place that he couldn’t with any confidence definitively say the color of anything.

He shrank smaller, if only internally.

The closer to the interior entrance to the mall, the more distinctly ‘Choly could discern the sounds of socializing. A stout Latin woman with teal-streaked victory rolls and dark heavy makeup sat at the front desk, bored with her literature. Above the desk, a sign from the ceiling read “Anchor Inn Concierge.” He nodded to himself, understanding very little.

As they stepped into the mall proper, 'Choly's jaw slacked. He had underestimated the population of this settlement. Unable to visually count everyone in open walkways or in shops, he instead returned his attention to the building itself. Store fronts of both floors now boasted neoteric neon lettering and icons, all in the same strange glow as the fixtures in the Anchor Inn... and the massive armillary-reminiscent chandeliers. Brilliantly streaked Barre granite comprised all the main interior façade, ornamented with all manner of sleek nautical lines and rounded corners. In intervals, an unassuming yet oppressive angular bronze-patina face repeated along both sides of the second story’s frieze, from intricate, motion-traced niches. He unlikely would have noticed them, if not for the chandeliers; though the skylights let in some amount of natural light, it would otherwise have been all but pitch dark inside without its unusual fluorescent fixtures.

Arriving at the first crossway, to their left lay an anchor location called The Hall, and their right, an anchor which read See’s. Sticks had to stop and think a moment before they continued to their left. ‘Choly’s head tilted, but he followed, suddenly admiring the teal and coral chevron tiling floor.

“I thought you wanted the food court,” ‘Choly mumbled, doing his best to keep close. “Is this place really running like a prewar shopping mall?”

“In a lot of ways, Ant Lane is a holdover from the before times,” Sticks replied. “Some tradition’s held fast, but it’s also adapted so people could legit live here. I told you earlier, let me handle the finances. I’ve got to see a fella about a can of Cram.”

The Grey & Gould Jewelers to the immediate left of entrance to The Hall, once a Fallon’s Department Store, now touted itself as a gold and silver exchange. ‘Choly nearly committed to staying outside with Angel, except the Mister Handy did not hesitate to enter with Sticks. He reclaimed his composure and followed.

Again, that green-red light illuminated the glass-top display counters and their contents. Hurricane fence provided a grate between customer and clerk; behind it, safe deposit boxes lined the two longest walls. He opted to stay out of Sticks’s way and instead browsed the various goods on display. Ancient jewelry, trinkets, and implements amounted to much of what he could lay eyes upon. He supposed it wasn’t so strange that weapons were absent from this pawn shop, but noticing it consciously set him on edge. Angel remained glued to him as he endeavored to identify if any of the jewelry caught his attention.

The broker did instead. It wore a blond hornet’s nest beehive, clearly a wig, a faded silk necktie, and nothing else. Its dark sunken eyes studied both his ghoul companion and the valuables laid out on a velvet tray, as did the two and a half long, thin, sinewy tentacles which seemed to have replaced its tongue. Its trapezius-thick neck and broad shoulders supported a head jutted forward, but its pale, muscular, mangled, venous torso lacked arms until the hip region. ‘Choly both loathed and appreciated that the counter itself censored what the lower half of the creature must have looked like, but he could make out at least two hands supporting its slouch across its side of the counter.

His cane dropped from his arm to the vinyl wood floor, eliciting the attention of the three other customers, the broker, and the blond ghoul. Angel picked it up for him and handed it back.

“Sir, you seem most on edge,” it spoke at a hush.

“I don’t think that’s an Unfolded.”

“Hard to say, though I suspect you’re right. You should go accompany Mister Hawthorne. You emphasized before how much you wanted to be up to speed with things. What better way than to be involved?”

He agreed with it. Once the shop resumed its activity, he sidled up to Sticks with bated breath.

“See anything you like?” the ghoul entrepreneur asked him with a furtive side glance. “And please don’t say Darryl.”

‘Darryl,’ the broker, slapped Sticks’s right hand playfully with a tentacle, and made eye contact with ‘Choly. The chemist let out a tepid chuckle and wiggled the fingers of a hand upheld, and Darryl waved back with a guttural affirmative.

“What you’re up to interests me more.” He squinted in thought watching Darryl resume plucking at a glass abacus while scrutinizing Sticks’s valuables. “...Wait a fuckin’ minute. If I had to cover the cost of your Pip-Boy with all my gold and silver, then where did this come from?”

Sticks stuttered, and crossed his arms to quieten a nervous laugh.

“Well, I couldn’t just leave all this stuff in the golf course safe. You weren’t about to press that robot to fork it up, now, were you?”

“You mean to say you stole all that from Bogey!” Angel exclaimed, furious. “How could you!“

“You’re right to point it out. Wicked big deal that I did separate these liquid assets from Bogey,” he grinned, watching Darryl in encouragement that the creature continued its appraisal. “We’re both broke as fuck. Aside from some clothes for you, we gave everything from the golf course to Sanctuary. This stuff is the only way we’re going to afford anything while we’re here, Mindy.”

Sticks’s angle stymied both chemist and robot. Meanwhile, Darryl had taken up a handheld chalkboard and diligently written on it with chalk in tentacle. It held up for them its declaration, crabbed and rapid, but no less efficacious: It’s impossible to steal from robots. They don’t have belongings. Knowing history on curios influences appraisal. Screwing over a robot’s worth 20% bonus. ‘Choly snorted, wide-eyed and aghast, but decided that saying anything further would just dig him in deeper. Sticks chuckled and applauded. Darryl gestured to the abacus, but neither could discern the value he’d arrived upon, so it erased its board and printed it right in the center of the tablet: 1260.

“Holy shit, man. You’re always too good to me.”

The amount of caps quoted choked ‘Choly up. Darryl went to the back of the room to scoop the payout from a bin, into a large fabric drawstring bag on a scale. The creature returned and slid the tray of the Cram tin’s contents under the counter. It plopped down the sack in front of Sticks, eliciting a pleasant grin.

“You’re a pleasure, my friend. Thank you.”

Darryl’s parting gesture by tentacle could have been genial or hostile, but ‘Choly waved again regardless, sticking even closer to Angel than before.

“You still all right to walk?” Sticks asked, sliding the sack into his apron. “The food court’s all the way at the other end of the mall, and you already look like you’re struggling. These folks might not like that security let Angel in here, but they can’t argue with a guy needing a wheelchair.”

“Do allow me to help you, Sir. It ails me, to feel as though I must divide myself up until there’s nothing. Surely, you could manage the trip atop me?”

“Why the fuck do they hate robots?” he snarled, mounting Angel mostly in spite. He teetered upright with the reins, but held steady, glaring at the green-red internally lit glass shaft in the crossway which once hosted the mall’s central functioning elevator. “The Rust Devils didn’t come through here, did they? And what is Darryl!?”

“Wish I knew.” Sticks shrugged. “ The sentiment goes back a long way. Glad you’re rising above it, though.”

His frustrations distilled into a short-tempered sigh.

“Getting down there is one thing. Getting back to the inn will be another. --We are returning to the inn, right?”

“Only board available to visitors.”

Along the way, pockets of people in the walkway stopped to watch ‘Choly ride his Mister Handy, varying from appalled to impressed to confused. Without the requirement to heed the method of his gait, he more easily took in details around him from his vantage. A few black ants the size of house cats wandered through the mall, and its denizens didn’t so much as bat a lash, with the exception of two or three happily coddled as though pets. Children accounted for an appreciable percent of the population, as did ghouls. No other denizen resembled Darryl. Though he did not pause to browse, several pop-up tent kiosks at the center of the walkway enticed him despite their continued tradition of seeking one’s attention by any means necessary. He halted where the mall took a slight bend, staring at a large store which looked to host nothing but thousands of pieces of lambent glass, hung from the walls and ceiling.

“Burlington glass,” Sticks said. “It’s pretty, I guess. Pretty weird. Don’t want to know what’s in it to make it go.”

“The glow must last a long time, if it’s in the chandeliers.”

“Yeah, those folks handle all that. They’re electricians. Or maybe not, since there’s no electricity involved. I don’t think. All the lights, that’s their doing.”

“The installments are certainly not electrical,” Angel agreed.

Rather than speculate himself, he progressed the group on. At the second crossway of the mall, the guards processed visitors at the main entrance to Ant Lane to his left. To his right, the still-named Sutter Grove had become something between a library and bookstore. Straight ahead, the anchor store’s entrance façade still retained the staggered framed lettering of a General Atomics, though the title now read Customs House.

The food court lay between the Customs House and Sutter Grove. The Laners had erected a roof-high wall of salvaged car hoods and gull wing doors hoods to separate it from the walkway. Four armored guards screened both the incoming and outgoing traffic of its entrance, an extra measure of their guarantee of thoroughness. ‘Choly’s breathing shallowed as he dismounted in preparation of complying yet again.

He knew better than to question it. He remembered the harrowing checkpoints at Deenwood.

“Anchor Inn security warned us you’d be this way,” one of the guards said. “Can’t say why the Aldermen would okay your robot, but none of us is right to argue. No weapons, right?”

Angel demonstrated yet again, with a flourished weariness quickly becoming routine.

Two guards, both correctly male this time, patted down ‘Choly and Sticks.

“That some kind of bulletproof vest?” one asked ‘Choly.

“It’s a sort of back brace.” He bristled when the guard untucked his shirt and pulled up it and the cardigan to inspect his lower back. The guard could barely tuck a finger between the material and his skin.

“Can you even breathe under that thing?”

“Better than without it, that’s for sure. Are we all right to go in?”

“Ehh...” The first guard clicked the car handle button on one of the lowest gull doors in the wall. Once the pneumatic hinge raised it out of the way, he reached through to pull the handle of a second door, which opened the other direction. “Bone appetite.”

‘Choly sighed once the court-side door shut, relieved they had not bothered to check inside Angel, but the next breath slammed his olfactories. Aromas of roasted meat and fresh baked goods mingled with the tang of raw seafood and sharpness of bulk spices. He prinked at his shirt tails while his senses acclimated. Eight white Egyptian revival columns rounded the octagonal space, but no longer neatly divided the restaurants and grocers’ kiosks from the seating area. Tall standing lamps supported swirled Burlington bulbs similar to the chandeliers. ‘Choly looked at the bulbs a fraction too long, and their wavelength burned a reverse in his vision for some time. He rubbed at his eyes beneath his glasses, hoping to locate some kind of fresh food that might agree with him.

He realized the name ‘SEE’S’ emblazoned all the guards’ armor, even those at the main entrance and the Anchor Inn.

Sticks already seemed to have his stomach made up over dinner, though he still accompanied ‘Choly eyeing everything. Many fresh dishes resembled thick stews or dumplings. He could identify chowder and fruit pies without question, but struggled with all else. Menus’ numbering often contained slashes and several symbols, typically in a variation of P/C/$. A few listed ‘PULLS ONLY.’

“Those are the prices, then? And the exchange rate?”

Of course cash would be worth the least, typically requiring four or five times more.

“Cash, caps, pulls. Hope you like Vim,” he grinned aside.

‘Choly toed disgust and confusion.

“Vim?”

They wandered the grocers and spice merchants in curiosity. A couple of merchants shooed away ants trying to get into their wares, negotiating with them to behave sooner than strike at them in any way. The one restaurant that had existed before the mall’s repurposing which did not offer prepared food, housed the butchers with the largest selection. Much of it lay on ice beds in twin large deli refrigerators. ‘Choly skimmed all the different cuts of meat, seemingly more intent on feeding his brain than his body. Opalescent Mirelurk appendages and their louse-like hatchlings, like deformed crustaceans. Iridescent Fog crawler and Stingwing tails reminded him of overgrown lobsters. Husked Bloatfly and Bloodbug thoraxes, unidentifiably lumpy if not for the meat price tags. Dark Radstag rump and shank, ribs, and loin. Ruddy, well-marbled Brahmin flanks and tenderloin. All kinds of eggs filled one shelf, even some small jars labeled ‘Mirelurk roe.’ Skinned Pelts hung behind the counter, along with chickens strung by the neck, and rabbits strung by their feet.

Two girls ran the counter. The spindly elder, no more than sixteen, had long straight dark hair with a fringe, and wore a frog-knotted tweed bolero shrug over a crepe chemisette with a high lace collar, bedecked in jingling aluminum junk jewelry. While another patron arranged an order with her, she casually cracked into a can of Vim Refresh, ritualistically separating the ring pull tab from the can to pocket it. ‘Choly could hear the discussion involved Radfowl, and eavesdropped to reassure himself. The demure younger girl, likely no older than twelve, had short curly hair and wore a too-big cardigan over a too-many-layered pinafore. From a stool beside her workbench, she diligently tackled butchering the mutated geese the hunters had brought inside. Their Neapolitan mastiff lay calmly beneath the counter.

Several other prewar animal meats appeared amongst the mutants, but the one which stood out to ‘Choly had the label Iguana. Too many textures, colorations, and shapes comprised the hefty pile of over-butchered meat for him to believe it all originated from the same creature. He frowned to Sticks, who’d turned from the ice bed display to scan the court in thought.

“There’s wild iguanas running around?” he mumbled to the ghoul, with worried inflection. “None of that looks like lizard meat.”

“Hm? What, oh.” Sticks looked for the Iguana on display, and ‘Choly pointed to it. Hesitant, he dug for the right phrasing. “It’s slang for meat that you’re not sure where it came from. If you’re hungry enough, it’s hard to stay picky.”

“Can’t waste a thing these days, can we?” the elder ribbed in a viscous Maine accent, having just finished up with her customer. She draped herself over the deli counter to sip at her soda. “Name’s Phin. Little Lucy Grandchester over there’s my sis Wanda. And that down there with a watchful eye, that’s Box. We’ve got just about any cut of meat you could crave.” Her face messed up through a swig. “...Think I’d recognize two geezers with a robot. How the hell did you smuggle in that thing?”

“We didn’t smuggle anything!” ‘Choly defended. “I’m Melancholy.”

“...Yeah, well. You just gonna loiter? You’re blocking the path to paying customers here. Scram!” She finished off the drink and threw it at them. ‘Choly’s reflexes couldn’t get his hands up fast enough, and it beaned him in the mouth. She pumped a fist and stood to get another soda from buried under the ice. “Two points!”

‘Choly rubbed at his mouth and scowled, teetering on wielding his cane in retaliation. Sticks and Angel pulled him along, the former laughing at his pouting.

“...’Two points’... My face is not a basketball hoop...”

A flighty, younger man stopped them. He had slicked hair, plus-fours, an afghan-knit ulster, and a large lace shawl with no shirt.

“--Hey, listen. Word of advice, since you looked so interested there. Best be keen about what you buy from the Clark sisters. They’re turning a pretty pull by making sure they’ve always got Iguana for sale, but nobody could say for sure how come they’ve had so much lately. I’ve had my suspicions for a few months now, but I’ve seen it a few days ago. They’ve been provoking the Royces up the Lane, then scooping up what gets blasted off. And I’m positive similar could be said of the Radfowl hunt earlier.”

“I know full well what Iguana might be,” Sticks insisted, no less repulsed by the implications than before. “Sounds like you’re the girls’ competition.”

“Not that there’s any competition for their knife skills, but I’m no butcher. Look, your robot helped them out something wicked. Lots of small parts no one else bothered with. A PERSON could be next! You’d better turn that thing off the moment the ants say so! Or we’ll--”

“--I’m right before you, mate,” Angel spat. “I believe I’ve had enough of this hostile attitude. I attend my owner--and friend--to assure they’re taken care of. We’ve all complied with your settlement’s regulations. I mean no harm, and I swear by Asimov that I would never chop up any moral, law abiding citizen!”

“Just what a robot would say,” he sneered, fed up with the pair. “I have better things to do than argue with a flaming tin can.”

“Good,” Sticks muttered. “So do we.”

“Among other things, I’m brass,” Angel sniveled on their way to where Sticks had clearly wanted to eat from the start. “Not a tin part in me!”

“We know, chap. We know. Now, my belly’s getting impatient like you. How can we interest Mister Carey in eating tonight? Ant Lane’s food court has a bring-your-own-bowl policy, but this place has killer bread bowl stews. Dinner’s on me.”

The savory, yeasty aroma of the restaurant snared him, and he hemmed.

“...I’ll give it a shot. As long as it isn’t Iguana.”

Sticks eyed the menu.

“Radfowl tonight.”

‘Choly’s mouth skewed.

“Looks like we ended up seeing the fruits of our effort earlier anyway.”

“...Yeah, but now it costs me some pulls.”

Sticks ordered for them. Angel carried their tray in one tendril, and a Vim in each of the others, and took them to sit at a vacant cafe table. After setting down their meal and providing utensils from its storage, it held ‘Choly’s cane for him.

“Spasibo.”

“But of course! What are friends for? Now dig in, gentlemen!”

Beneath the lid sliced from the crusty boule, the center of the bread had been scooped out to house a thick creamy stew of earthy vegetables and tender nuggets of dark meat Radfowl. A few spoonfuls in, and ‘Choly swam in how hearty the whole thing was. He bit into the bread lid with a crunch, then sopped with the remainder of it, eyelids heavy with comfort.

He had his reservations opening his chilled can of Vim, but when he needed a drink, he popped the pull tab on it. He distrusted his ability to drink from the opening without cutting his mouth, if he folded the tab off now, but he promised himself he’d do so before discarding it. A sip yielded herbal flavors more at home to a tonic than a cola. Burdock shone out more strongly than any hint of sarsaparilla, with a bright, somewhat grassy back flavor of orange-vanilla. He hadn’t remembered much liking Vim before, but he liked it well enough now.

He took another bite of his stew. When he looked over to Sticks, the ghoul was already half done, ripping into his bowl to dip with.

“Delicious, though this thing’s so big. I don’t think I can eat it all.”

“I’ll be more than happy to help you finish anything you can’t,” Sticks smirked. “I always look forward to this place every time I visit. I can’t get ‘em but every few years, with how my travel arrangements tend to work out.”

‘Choly noticed then that Sticks had ordered more than the two bread bowl stews and two sodas: a slice of warm latticed pie sat on a square of parchment.

“Can’t not start off our stay at Ant with an apple pie. Some prewar comforts are still around. Split it with me? Surely, you’ll have room for at least a bite.”

‘Choly fell doe eyed.

“Fresh bread, familiar desserts. You’re right. I do think I like it here.”

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[kevindurkiin]

Frank Chacksfield

Movie Hit Parade (1961)

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[rjrempires]

How Dublin, Ohio Pivoted for the Memorial Tournament DUBLIN, Ohio — In a typical yr, the Bogey Inn can be getting ready to occasion this week.

[leanpick]

How Dublin, Ohio Pivoted for the Memorial Tournament DUBLIN, Ohio — In a typical year, the Bogey Inn would be preparing to party this week.

[sachwlang]

How Dublin, Ohio Pivoted for the Memorial Tournament DUBLIN, Ohio — In a typical year, the Bogey Inn would be preparing to party this week.

[todaynewsjournal]

How Dublin, Ohio Pivoted for the Memorial Tournament In a typical year, the Bogey Inn would be preparing to party this week. While PGA Tour golfers ply their trade at nearby Muirfield Village Golf Club, site of the Memorial Tournament, the sports bar would welcome an overflow crowd of fans to enjoy a live band on its expansive patio outfitted with a disco ball.

[chops911]

LOL

So some friends asked me,what Venues have you performed at in Las Vegas,NV?

I replied Venues chopswalka has performed at in las Vegas,Nevada.

The Huntridge Vegas Rocks Magazine Music Awards Diablos (on the Strip) The Glass Pool Hotel (on the Strip) Al De Paula's MDA Marathon Drum Off (took Third Place) Fremont St. (front of the El Cortez) First Friday (The Art District) Deja Vu Sex Museum The Moby Grape Bogey's The Boston Bar & Grill The Double Down The Dive Bar Count Vamp's Tommy Rockers Fuddy Duddy's Area 702 Skatepark Las Vegas Country Saloon The Cheyenne Saloon The Bunkhouse Club Paradise Boomers Meatheads Lounge The Castle (In Henderson,NV) The Sand Dollar Lounge Official Music District Coolers Lounge The Underworld The Black Door The Sanctuary Club Rock Club 702 Eddie's The Adrenaline Sports Pub The Hobnob Favorites Magoo's Lounge Legends Lounge Sunrise Lounge Tigers Pub The Kracker Box The Firefox Lounge The Inn Zone Pinky's Bar & Pool Hall

Lol just the ones i remembered!!! 🤘😎🥁

[nicklesthename]

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[silverandwolf]

We Will Fight (Draco x Reader) - Chapter 4: Date

@prlncess-nuala

    “I’ll be off, then!”, you called to your parents. It was finally time to meet with Draco at the Three Broomsticks, after exchanging some more letters about when and where, and especially about how things were going with your families.     As both of you had thought, Draco’s parents still weren’t too thrilled about you. But as long as they didn’t outright try to make you break up, you could live with that. You assumed that as much as they might dislike you, they preferred Draco to be happy. That, and they probably knew that sabotaging his relationship would just make them lose him, not make him get a new girlfriend.     “Hey”, Draco greeted you when you left the fireplace.     You smiled, took his hands and gave him a kiss. “Good to see you again.”     “Yeah, I missed you too”, he said after you separated, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You just now noticed that several of the other patrons where looking at you and blushed slightly.     “Come on, let’s go.” You let go of one of Draco’s hands and took him outside with you. “Any plans on where to go first? I’d like to visit Honeydukes, and maybe Zonko’s.”     Draco nodded. “We can do that, but how about we start with Madam Puddifoot’s?” When you started laughing, he looked at you with a very puzzled expression. “What?”     “Sorry. It’s just… I don’t think I could’ve imagined you even say the name of that place, let alone suggest we go there!”     It might just be your imagination, but you thought you saw him blush a bit. “Well… It’s popular for couples, isn’t it?”     “It is, it is.” You still had a wide grin on your face. “But I’d say we should just get some sweets at Honeydukes and go eat them somewhere outside, don’t you agree?”     “Yeah, let’s do that.” Draco sounded almost relieved when you started walking towards Honeydukes.

    “Here, eat this one. It suits a Slytherin like you”, you said as you handed a green Bertie Bott’s bean to Draco.     He reached out to take it, but when he saw the smirk on your face, he drew it back. “You know, you take this one. I’m sure there’s more green beans in there.”     “What, you don’t trust me?” You ate the bean and shrugged. “Green apple.” You took another bean out, this one just a slightly different shade of green, and offered it to Draco.     This time, he took it, but spit it out the moment he put it in his mouth. “Bogey… You planned this, didn’t you?” Your grin was all the answer Draco needed, so he fished a bright red bean out of his box. “Now, being the brave Gryffindor you are, you surely dare to try this one?”     “Well, I need to live up to that reputation, don’t I?” You took the bean and, unlike him, managed to swallow it, though it did cause you quite a bit of coughing. “Chilli powder.” Draco semi-sympathetically patted your back. “Maybe we should try to find the good flavours instead of trying to prank each other.”     “Maybe we should. What else have we got?”     You and Draco had put the sweets both of you bought on the bench between you. “Hm… Glacial Snowflakes, Shock-o-Choc, Fizzing Whizzbees…” You decided to take one of the latter, and almost immediately started floating a little bit above the bench. Draco followed suit, and once you were at the same height, he gently pulled you to him – Or rather, pulled the two of you closer to each other – and kissed you. His lips tasted sweet, the candy mixing with his moonlight.     “We should probably move a bit”, you murmured against his lips when you separated a bit. “Or we’ll land on our candy.” You gave him a small kiss on the cheek before pushing against him so you’d both be back on your side of the sweets as you floated back down onto the bench.     “Maybe we should pack up if we still want to go to Zonko’s”, you said and started putting your sweets back into your back. Draco did the same to his, although he did seem a bit hesitant. When both of you had gotten up, you took a look at him and embraced him. After a moment of surprise, he returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around you. For a moment you stayed like this, each enjoying the other’s warmth.     “What was that for?”, Draco asked quietly after you’d separated again.     “Do I need a reason?” You gently took one of his hands and looked at him. “You looked like you wanted to stay on this bench rather than go to Zonko’s. But I can promise you it’s not the last day we’ll spend together. And I need a nose-biting teacup for my cousin.” You gave Draco another small kiss on the cheek, then turned around to head towards Zonko’s, without letting go of his hand.

    It was slowly starting to get dark when you left Zonko’s and were on your way to the Three Broomsticks.     “Isn’t it beautiful?”, you asked and stopped to look at the sunset. The nearby clouds were glowing orange, the ones further away at a slight pink hue. Your eyes shifted towards Draco, then you reached up, wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. For a moment, he seemed surprised before returning the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.     For a little while you remained like this, before breaking the embrace and each of you taking half a step back. “I’ll always fight for us if need be”, you promised.     “So will I.” Draco gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Though I hope we won’t have to.” He looked into your eyes before embracing you once more, shorter this time. “Now, we should head to the Three Broomsticks if we want to eat some dinner today.”     Smiling, you just nodded and took his hand. As you walked towards the inn, you knew this wouldn’t be the last sunset you and Draco would watch together, just as this wouldn’t be the last day you spent with one another.

[imperativesentience]

Everything You Wanted to Know about Hip Hop But Were Afraid to Be Hipped for Fear of Being Hopped - Tony Medina, 1966

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