#especially helping with some costs and with lifting boxes

[ricksaid]

A tire shop of turquoise and fair? Nah, this is no YA series. This is just life at the moment. Let me set the scene. It smells of oils and chems. There's a young fellow pacing around me like a caged animal with an occasional sigh or growl as he misses work. Knowing the difference between part prices and what the place quotes, nothing here is fair. The only turquoise is the box of cinnamon roll coffee cups across from me. There's been far too much hassle with this vehicle to know if things are going well, but the whispering of the mechanic and the counter guy has me concerned. My steed sits before me, hood up, midnight blue paint gleaming in the sunlight. I watch the fellow head back and take a lap around it, closing the hood, putting my differential oil back in the passenger side. I feel all the nerves in my body come alive as hope and doubt fight. My muscles are sore from my fortnight-long battle with siezed nuts and stuck bolts, editing my language for the sake of the young neighbor children. Swallowed pain and bruised knuckles led me here, where they judge my work and will plunge me into debt further, undoubtedly. The young man was told a rock was stuck in his brakes, fear spread across his face, and he ducks into the bathroom. The car goes back up on the lift, and I watch as a second vehicle is also lifted into the air, a white truck, blocking all but a tiny view of the trim. Anxious kid is back to pacing, trying to see his vehicle past the others. It's fruitless. We are all stuck in a limbo of stress with a tinny tv speaker blasting tunes that haven't been new since the 1960s, 60 years ago. It oscillates between those old tunes and ads, where my attention tunes out. They are everywhere and a great annoyance, especially when the commoner such as myself has no money to buy said products, as we fix our cars that have been damaged by the roads that our taxes should have been used on to repair. Instead, the politicians use the taxes to fund their benefactors, who make more money than any person should ever need in multiple lifetimes. This money then gets invested in warfare, where poor sods like my brothers go get scarred or perish. The mechanic takes the young guy out to see the car, his demeanor changes. He gets to leave, no costs incurred, but assured that future costs are looming. My mechanic is next to my vehicle, dipping it on the lift, configuring things. I've been here for hours and wish only for this saga to end, so I can pay my proper taxes on the car (you know, for the repair of the roads). Then, I can obtain renewed registration. This paperwork can only be gained from a passed inspection due at the end of the month, which hovers a mere week away. My body and mind brace for the cost of the new debt, which I hope to pay by selling my labor for an extra five dollars than I currently make. I'd been underpaid, and none of my licenses were taken under consideration for too long. The car will help me travel the distance to the next county where the job is located, over bumpy roads if I wish to avoid the summer traffic, but at least some of my licenses will be taken into consideration. There are no jobs that have considered my education. Trades are king here, I come from nobody and do not know anyone who comes from wealth, just pretenders. The men at the desk chat about cutting throats at their jobs to survive. I am not in the business of cutting throats. My new position will be caring for the children whose fathers have had their throats cut, whose mothers have been denied work due to the social stigma that men who cut throats imposed upon women to subjugate them. The children are troubled, but so was I. Undoubtedly, they will take out their frustrations on my body, perhaps my mind. But what a small price to pay if I make a difference and free myaelf from these debts.

The bill arrives and I am fetched. I offer my throat to the man at the counter and he takes 53 hours of my future away in the blink of an eye.

Bank of Sapphire Cold?

[asthecrowrambles]

moving out of my parent's house tomorrow! excited and scared ^^

[nightwngz]

Older bat! Damian with super or wonder reader who's like sheltered and oblivious to the real world and they go on a mission or smith together and the whole times she's just doing whatever he says because that's what she's used to and he's just like damnn and finds that really attractive

— 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ! ☆

older!damian wayne x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… drabble smut. porn with a plot. dirty talk. fingering. Damian uses Arabic nicknames.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲… I don't know how I feel about myself today, but I decided to write this for you anyway. I hope you like it. <3

It was one of the first times you, a young girl exiled from the real world and born on an island paradise inhabited only by women, had contact with what was considered 'the real world.' You were not yet accustomed to many things, especially the existence of men, or perhaps men like Damian Wayne.

On Themyscira, you were used to following orders. When the Queen or your trainer told you to "do this," you knew exactly what to do. But when you joined the Justice League and met Batman, you initially believed you were supposed to act the same way. You soon realized that maybe you should have listened when Jon told you to ignore him completely.

At that moment, Damian Wayne, now known as Batman, was the last person you wanted to be trapped with in a situation like this. The two of you were locked in a reinforced room with no way out, where neither your strength nor your wits could help you get out. So you found yourself trapped with the one man who liked to bark orders like he was the king of Gotham.

— You really don't know what to do? — He asked, annoying you again. — Before, Wonder Women were effective.

However, you tried to heed Jon's advice; thus, you responded to him without intending to participate in his game.

— Yes, and in my land, men didn't even exist. So I'm just getting used to working with the inefficiency of one.

Damian slowly approached the box you were sitting in with an annoying grin on his face.

— In fact, I am a detective. Of course I know how to get out of here.

Your confused expression made him smile even harder at your confusion. You weren't sure if it was fair to feel like a complete idiot, but that was exactly how you felt at that moment. Besides, you didn't like him at all.

— And you never thought to open the door, or are you just trying to annoy me by making me live with you?

— Actually... — He replied, moving even closer to you. — I'm testing you. Go and open the door as best you can — He finally ordered.

And as if it were a sacred word, you stood up, determined to open the door to the room at any cost. At first, you tried to break it down with blows, but your strength wasn't enough. It was probably made of some incredibly strong material, possibly of alien origin.

— Try pulling the doorknob with your lasso — he suggested, and once again, you listened.

Damian couldn't help but find the way you obeyed like a trained dog incredibly attractive. Deep down, he felt that he had you at his mercy and that no matter what he asked you to do, you would listen.

Totally exhausted from the effort, you knelt on the ground, but you didn't give up. Feeling sorry for you, he reached over to stroke your hair, trying to calm you down.

— Pretty obedient little thing. — He flattered, lifting your chin so you could look him in the eye. — You don't know how to say no, do you?

A wave of intense heat enveloped you. Perhaps it was the first time you had ever found yourself in an intimate situation with someone, as you had always believed that your body was trained solely for an impending war. Yet, when Damian was around, that was the one purpose of your training you occasionally forgot.

— If I asked you to take off your underwear, would you be so obedient, habibati?

Your cheeks reddened immediately. You knew you should avoid this kind of situation, but having been trained on the island, you understood that you had to follow the orders of a superior. Batman was more experienced than you, making him your superior, and you felt obligated to obey him.

Immediately your panties fell down under the metal skirt of your suit, exposing your pussy to the man in the room.

From what you knew about men, you noticed they often looked for specific qualities in women. However, Damian had never shown any boldness towards you. As time passed, the 'sexual tension' that Jon had mentioned began to feel more like an annoyance.

When he saw that you were listening to him, he smiled as usual. But his smile was not one of despair; it was one of desire.

He knelt down to be at the same height as you. Gently, he slid a finger down your soaked pussy while keeping his eyes on yours, watching for any reaction on your face.

You understood what he was doing and how he was touching every part of the anatomy between your legs with precision. What you didn't understand was how he was so skilled at it.

You couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him gently pinch your now throbbing clit. His touch drove you crazy as you felt waves of pleasure crash against you.

— Damn, what a good girl. Sorry to tell you, Habibati... I have a weakness for obedient women.

[justaparsec94]

Wounded

Summary: In the aftermath of Tantiss Hunter pays a visit to Pabu's resident healer to help him deal with his battle wounds.

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,798

Author's Note: This is just pure, pointless fluff.

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In general, Hunter did whatever was within his power to avoid medbays and med droids. Truthfully, anything and everything medical-related. It was, in his mind, a likely byproduct of growing up in a laboratory and essentially spending most of his life being poked, prodded, and scanned. You name it it had likely happened to Hunter and his brothers. Once he had been released from Kamino he had adopted the mentality that there wasn’t anything some bacta spray and a self-applied bandage couldn’t fix. The only way someone would get him anywhere near a medbay was if he was unconscious and physically couldn’t have anything to say about it. 

He learned rather quickly though, that the people of Pabu had a different outlook when it came to looking after oneself. They actually cared. Not only that, but they were careful about taking care of one another. No unnecessary scans or blood draws. Just basic sentient kindness. It was a foreign concept to him and despite knowing that no one on the island would intentionally hurt him or anyone for that matter, he still avoided their medical clinic at all cost. 

A decision that he was questioning currently, as a stabbing pain shot through his side as he lifted the other end of a mattress. An involuntary groan left him and the end of the mattress dipped, his head swam as the pain reached an almost unbearable level.  He tried to take a deep breath to clear his head but that only made the pain worse, his hands slipped off the mattress and the loud thump that resulted caused every pair of eyes in the house to turn his way.

“Hunter?” Omega asked, voice filled with concern.

At the same time, Phee placed the box she had been carrying down, “You ok there, Hunter?” 

“Fine,” He managed to reply though it came out more of a wheeze. His skin was crawling at all the unwanted attention but it seemed the pain in his side wasn’t going to be ignored in that moment. No matter how much he wanted to pretend it was fine and continue on with the task at hand. 

They’d only returned from Tantiss a few days prior, but each day had seemed busier than the last. Between getting the other clones and children settled, trying to coordinate with Rex, and moving into the house that Shep and Phee had given them there had barely been any time for Hunter to rest, despite that being what he really wanted most of all. They’d all sustained injuries on the mission, but Hunter had felt that as the least injured, he could take over doing everything his brothers shouldn’t be doing at the moment, like moving a mattress with Shep.  

A scoff from the corner of the room drew his attention, Crosshair was sitting on a stool, his usual stony expression on his face and arms crossed over his chest. The lack of a hand was still jarring to Hunter and filled him with guilt each time. 

“He’s just pretending he’s fine, like usual,” He said, tone filled with less malice than was typical for Crosshair, but still incredibly snide. They might have made a lot of strides but the two of them still had a long way to go in repairing their relationship. 

“What’s wrong, Hunter?” Omega asked, putting down her own box and coming over to him. They didn’t have many possessions, especially since what they did have had gone up in flames or sunk to the bottom of the ocean with The Marauder, but Shep and Phee had very generously rounded up donations so that their new house would feel more like a home. It wasn’t much and it was mostly furniture but after a lifetime of having nothing, it meant a lot to them all. 

“Nothing,” He said again, this time his voice came out stronger. The pain subsided somewhat now that he was no longer lifting a heavy object. 

“You sure?” Wrecker asked, crowding into the space, “I can help Shep with this if yah need a break.” Wrecker was in even less shape than Hunter, he’d been so badly injured during the mission that it was a miracle he was even moving around only a few days later. 

“I’m fine,” Hunter snapped, uncomfortable with all of the attention that was currently on him. He didn’t want or need them to worry about him. 

“It’s his ribs,” Crosshair said cooly, which caused Hunter to curse internally. Nothing ever got past the sharpshooter. 

“I’ll get AZI!” Omega said, turning quickly to make her way out of the small house but Hunter caught her gently by the arm. 

“It’s fine, Omega,” he repeated as she looked up at him in confusion, “I don’t need AZI. It’s just a twinge.”

Crosshair scoffed in the corner again but Hunter pointedly ignored him as Omega continued to look at him with wide, concerned eyes. The expression was almost enough to make him actually consider seeking some form of medical treatment from the droid. Almost.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Positive,” Hunter said, letting go of her arm to pat her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting way. She gave him another long, scrutinizing look that she seemed to have inherited directly from Crosshair before she picked up her box once more and carried it toward the room that would be her own. Wrecker gave Hunter a long, knowing look before he followed after her, keen to help her re-create the space she had lost on The Marauder. 

“Why don’t you help me with this Phee?” Shep asked, clearly ignoring Hunter’s protests that he was actually fine and capable of moving furniture. 

“Sure thing, take a break boys!” Phee said cheerfully. She gently pushed Hunter out of the way but turned to look at him before picking up his dropped end. 

“If you’re so against seeing AZI, you should go see Y/N, I’m sure she could help you out,” Phee suggested with a look in her eyes that Hunter decidedly did not like the look of. Despite his best efforts, he felt his face flush at her suggestion. The last thing he wanted to do was have the most beautiful woman on the island know his problems. 

You had been one of the first people outside of Shep, Lyana, and Phee that he’d met on the island. You were one of the island’s resident healers, unofficially, according to Phee to be the best. He’d met you in the aftermath of the tsunami, tending to those injured in the scramble to safety. The crowd had parted as he had been carrying supplies and it had been like one of those moments straight out of one of the horrible holo films Wrecker and Omega liked to watch. You had been all he’d been able to see. And then later when you’d asked him if he was injured with a warm smile and kind eyes he’d been instantly smitten, which up until that point had been a completely foreign feeling to him. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t think you were capable, you were, even Tech had commented on more than one occasion how ‘proficient’ your skills as a healer were. But it seemed that any time you were around he was only able to say something stupid, or worse, nothing at all. He’d never been very good at dealing with emotions, his own or others, another byproduct of his upbringing, so his feelings for you, whatever they may be, were completely foreign to him. It seemed though, judging by the knowing smirk on Phee’s face that they were not unknown to her. 

“Her bedside manner is a whole heck of a lot better than AZI’s,” Phee said lightly, eyes dancing with amusement, “She’s got some good tricks up her sleeve. I’m sure she’d be able to whip up something to give you some relief.” 

Hunter was about to protest, brush it off as nothing once again but Phee stopped him, her expression turning serious as she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Seriously, Hunter. You don’t need to suffer anymore.”

“It’s in his nature,” Crosshair chimed from his spot in the corner, “Always the martyr.”

“Look who's talking,” Hunter snapped, glaring over at his younger brother who only smirked back over at him, “But fine, I’ll go,” Mostly just to get them to stop bothering him. 

“She’s not in clinic today so check over at her house,” Phee answered before she turned to help Shep carry the long-forgotten mattress, “She’s always happy to have people make a house call.”

Hunter wasn’t so sure about that but it seemed no one was going to let him keep pretending to be ok. He sighed, the pain in his side flaring and causing him to groan softly. Well, he thought as he made his way out of their small home, might as well get it over with sooner rather than later. 

*

Your house was small but well-maintained and looked just like every other house on Pabu, with the exception of a variety of potted plants and flowers lining the front and doorway. Sea glass wind chimes hung beside the door and tinkled softly in the gentle breeze. He briefly wondered if Omega would like some for their house. Maybe potted flowers too? Did that count as decorating? He wondered as he reached up to softly knock on the front door. 

There was no answer after a long, silent moment and with his heightened senses he couldn’t hear any movement within the house. He frowned, it looked like you weren’t home. He stared at the closed door for a moment, considering his options. He wasn’t sure if it would be better to just wait and risk looking like a creep or leave and try again later. 

Before he could even make that decision he turned suddenly, picking up on another presence moments before a figure stepped around the side of the building. You stopped short at the sight of him, eyebrows shot up in surprise and he watched as your head tilted slightly as you took the sight of him in. He took the same moment to look at you, your hair was wet, piled onto your head messily and you were carrying a large board, like the ones he often saw people riding waves in the ocean on. He was pretty sure Tech had said it was called surfing. 

Your momentary shock seemed to wear off and your gaze turned warm as it swept over him from head to toe. He felt your look like a physical weight against his body and he did his best to remain loose and not tense. His senses suddenly seemed to be heading towards overload for no reason he could discern. Maybe all that torture and the hit to the head had done more damage than he had thought. 

“Hey, Hunter,” You greeted warmly before you turned and placed the board up against the house on a small stand he hadn’t noticed before. Oblivious to his internal struggles you turned back towards him, smile somehow even brighter than before, “To what do I owe this pleasant visit?”

“Uh…” He started then coughed, he could feel his face heating at his inability to speak like a normally functioning human being. He didn’t know what in the galaxy was wrong with him, “Phee sent me. She said you might be able to help me out… with some pain.”

A look of understanding dawned on your face and you nodded, suddenly all business, “Of course, come on in,” you gestured towards the front door before moving towards it. He followed after you, trying to keep a respectful distance. 

“Don’t mind the mess,” You replied airly as he followed you further into the house, “I haven’t cleaned in a bit.” 

Hunter couldn’t help but think this was the cleanest home he’d ever been in, it was warm, bright, and inviting. Exactly the type of place he hoped they could make out of their own for Omega’s sake. Most importantly, it didn’t smell like a dirty barrack, so that alone made it the nicest place he’d ever been. 

He followed you into a little room that had been made up into what looked like an examination room rather than a bedroom. He paused at the threshold of the room as the same uncomfortable feeling he always got when it came to medical treatments crept up his neck. 

“I’m sorry it’s not a state-of-the-art medbay, but it does the trick,” You said as you gestured towards the small padded examination table in the centre of the room. You turned back to look at him when he remained silent, slight concern visible in the depths of your eyes, “We can go up to the clinic if you’d be more comfortable with that, though.”

“No,” Hunter replied quickly, face flushing. Even though the medical clinic on Pabu was nothing like a medical facility on Kamino, he still had no desire to go to it. 

“Alright,” You said with a soft nod, clearly noticing his discomfort but thankfully ignoring it, “What can I help you with, Hunter?”

Even to a relative stranger, it was hard for him to admit that he was suffering. His entire body ached worse than it ever had before, had since the moment he’d woken up in Hemlock’s lab. He’d taken a lot of bad hits in his years but the blast from the shuttle that had blown him off his feet and caused part of the roof to collapse on him had done a number. Everything still hurt, but his ribs hurt worst of all “It’s just my ribs. It’s uncomfortable but not too bad.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, clearly seeing straight through his lie, “I’ll need you to take off your kit so I can take a better look,” You said as you eyed his armour.

Hunter cursed internally, he was now definitely regretting not putting on the clothes Shep had given him. He hadn’t felt comfortable removing his armour just yet, old habits died hard, he supposed but a simple tunic would have made this station a lot easier and less time-consuming. 

You had turned away from him, likely to give him some sense of privacy as he went to work removing the top half of his armour and undersuit. He set his gear aside on the chair in the room neatly before he hauled himself up onto the table, stifling a groan at the pain that laced through him with the movement.

Hearing he was done you turned back around to look at him, approaching the table slowly as though not to spook him. He had to hand it to you, if you were surprised by his state you didn’t let it show. You were pure professionalism as you approached him, eyes taking in the mottling of his skin before your gaze met his. He felt himself tense slightly at your proximity, at this distance, he could see the exact colour of your eyes, and the usual incoherent thoughts he always seemed to get when you were around clouded his mind. 

There was a small smirk on your face as you looked at him and your eyebrow was cocked once more at him as you spoke, “Not too bad, hmm?” 

A small chuckle escaped him before he could stop it and he felt his neck warm once more at being called out, “Well, I’ve had worse…” 

“I don’t doubt that,” You said softly, eyes were warm as you looked at him for a moment. You smelt like the sea combined with something warm and citrusy that he couldn’t name. It was wonderful and with such little distance between the two of you, it was difficult for him to focus on anything else. 

He flinched slightly as your hand gently rested against his left side, pain but also something else entirely shot through him with your touch. He tried to focus on you as you spoke instead of the way his skin was tingling under your touch, “Take a deep breath for me.”

He did as he was told, wincing slightly at the pain it caused. You made a quiet humming noise before your hand moved around towards his back, “Deep breath again.”

You had him repeat that multiple times on each side before you stepped back to get a better look at his face, “Didn’t AZI give you bacta for this? I don’t need my medscanner to tell you’ve got broken ribs.”

He felt his face flush as he spoke, “I uh, told him to save it. We don’t have a lot and my brothers needed it more than I did.” 

Instead of scorn or judgement though, the look you gave him was soft and full of understanding, “I’m sure we can get some more, there’s lots of people on this island who will likely need it at some point. You don’t have to suffer, Hunter.”

The uncomfortable feeling that had been following him around for days was crawling its way back up his throat. He wanted to tell you that he did, that after everything he had failed to do a bit of suffering was the least he deserved. The words almost made their way out before he stopped them and instead, he gave a half-hearted shrug that hurt his ribs, “It’s really not that bad.”

The look you gave him was so knowing that it made his skin crawl. It was like you could see the thoughts currently in his head, but you didn’t push, you simply sighed, “Alright, I know when to admit defeat,” You gave him a soft smile and your hand gently patted his knee once before you turned and made your way to the counter against one wall.

He watched you as you moved methodically, pulling things out of cupboards, and mixing things together. It didn’t take you long to do whatever it was you were doing and when you turned back around you had a small bag of powder in one hand and a jar of what looked like green paste in the other. 

You smiled softly at what he knew was likely a look of skepticism on his face. He knew there was more than one way to heal injuries, that fancy medbays, droids, and bacta weren’t the only things in the galaxy with healing properties but a lifetime of Kaminoan treatment did make him wonder just how effective whatever you had would be. 

“Like I said before, my first recommendation is actually to take the Bacta,” You said as you stopped in front of him once more, “But since I’m assuming that will not happen, you can try this instead.” 

You held up the small bag of powder in your hand first, “Drink a tablespoon of this two times a day, morning and night. My professional tip is to add it to hot tea, it helps with the taste,” You then held up the jar, “And rub this on to your ribs two to three times a day. I’ve adjusted the doses a bit, I’m not exactly sure if it’ll have the same effects as normal given your faster-than-average clone metabolism, but I think it should give you some relief,” You set the bag of powder down beside him on the table as you opened the jar. She put a small amount of her fingers, gesturing towards his ribs with it to let your intentions known. 

He nodded and then his breath caught at the tingling sensation that occurred as you rubbed the salve over his bruised torso,  “And lastly, but most importantly, rest. No heavy lifting, no twisting, no saving civilians. Rest,” You said gently as your hand pulled away from him once the salve was completely rubbed in. He felt his eyes widen at the cooling sensation that suddenly spread beneath where you had applied the salve, it was the first bit of relief he had felt in days. 

“Come back in a few days to see me, I’ll recheck them and if you’re still having pain we can maybe try something else,” You said as you replaced the lid on the salve and put it down beside the bag of powder. 

“Thank you,” he said as he grabbed the top of his blacks and gently pulled it back on over his head. His ribs were still painful but the cooling sensation from the salve was helping a bit. Once it was in place he looked at you again, “What do I owe you?”

You looked momentarily surprised, “You don’t owe me anything Hunter.” 

“I can’t just take this from you and you took the time to see me on your day off,” He protested as the uncomfortable feeling returned. They didn’t have any credits, what they had had from Omega and Crosshair’s gambling adventure had been on The Marauder. He was certain he could find some way to pay everyone back eventually though. He hadn’t quite figured that out yet, but he would.

You shook her head, “No, I don’t do this to make credits, Hunter. I do it to help others. And the lack of excitement on this island means pretty much every day is my day off,” Your gaze was soft and sincere as you looked at him, “Plus, Phee sent you so you automatically get the friends and family discount.” 

He was still hesitant, it was hard to trust the generosity of others. Especially after having spent so long working for Cid and seeing how many in the galaxy operated,  “What’s the friends and family discount?”

“Free,” You replied brightly, patting his knee once more before you retreated, cleaning up the supplies you had left on the counter. He watched you for a moment but when it was clear you would not be changing your mind he sighed and went about putting the top half of his armour back on. 

Hunter was silent as you walked him back towards the front door, he didn’t know what to say, or really how to thank you for helping him but you didn’t seem to be bothered by his silence. You stopped at the door, turning towards him with another bright and warm smile on your face that made his heart rate pick up at an alarming rate. 

“Take it easy, Hunter,” You said gently before your eyes narrowed playfully, “I mean it, rest.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He finally managed to say. Which only made his face flush more, because that was a dumb thing to say. He technically wasn’t a soldier talking to a civilian anymore, and ma’am just sounded old.��

You chuckled softly but before he could do anything else to make a fool of himself he made his way out of your house, looking back once with a wave before he disappeared from sight. He sighed as he walked, now he just needed to figure out how to actually rest. 

*

“New outfit! I like it,” You said with a bright smile as you pushed open your front door. For the second time that week Hunter had found himself standing outside of your house in the early morning only to have you appear moments later with a surfboard in hand. 

“Uh, yeah,” Hunter replied because once again his brain didn’t seem to be able to keep up with the rest of him. He rubbed at the back of his neck as you shut the door behind him before turning to smile at him once more. It had been hard for him to shed his armour, even though he had to admit that no longer having hard plastoid rubbing against his side made a big difference to the pain in his ribs. The simple tunic and pants that Shep had given him felt odd, but he guessed that eventually he’d get used to it. 

“A bit more practical for island life,” You said as you led him towards the medical room, “I could imagine it would be a bit more comfortable too.”

Hunter shrugged, “I was pretty used to the armour,” 

You paused for a moment, seemingly considering his words, “Well, it looks good and your ribs probably thank you.”

He felt his face heat at the looks good comment. He wasn’t unused to attention, but coming from you it felt completely different. Other than a quick night here and there he’d never really had the chance to even think about beyond a simple attraction, never mind anything that even somewhat resembled a relationship. But now, on Pabu with no more battles to fight, the rest of his life stretched out before him, he would be lying if he hadn’t thought about more with greater frequency lately. If your smile had been filling his dreams lately, well, that he would keep to himself. 

“How are they feeling?” You asked, clearly unaware of what your comment had done to him. 

“Better,” Hunter replied, which this time, was not a lie, “You might be a miracle worker,” His ribs, while not fully healed, felt so much better than they had before. The salve and tea had done wonders, he almost felt normal again. Or at the very least like he could get back to carrying things. 

You smiled at him but the sheepish nature of it had him raising his brow questioningly, “Well, I don’t know about miracle worker. It was probably the rest. I roped Omega, Shep, and Phee into making sure you took it easy.”

Their sudden increase in concern and pestering despite him denying any need for help suddenly made a lot more sense. He frowned at you, “I knew that was suspicious.” 

You laughed which did something to him, “I’ll gladly take the credit though. Can I take a look?”

Still reeling from the sound of your laughter he nodded, pulling the tunic off quickly as his face heated once again. You were once again nothing but professional as you examined him, having him repeat the same deep breaths you had early in the week. Meanwhile, he had to count back from 100 to try and keep his mind off of the feeling of your hands on him. 

As your hands ghosted over a particular spot on his ribs he couldn’t help but flinch, a quick hiss of air escaping his lips before he could stop it. 

You froze, hand hovering over his skin as you looked up at him with concern. You were so close that he could see every fleck of colour in your eyes, could hear your heart beating, strong and steady in your chest. Your scent was nearly overwhelming, and he wanted desperately at that moment to close the distance between the two of you.

“Pain?” You asked, breaking him from his thoughts. 

He shook his head, “Cold.” 

“Sorry, it was a pretty chilly swim this morning,” You answered with a shy smile before you placed your hand back on him. He shivered at the contact while trying to remind himself that this was a professional setting and that kissing you would be decidedly unprofessional.  

“It’s ok,” Hunter said, and then because apparently his mouth wasn’t on the same page as his mind, “I don’t mind, feels good actually.” 

At this distance, he didn’t miss the way your cheeks flushed slightly or the way your heart rate picked up a notch. It was thrilling, he thought, to know he had at least some effect on you. 

You continued your examination quietly for another moment before you stepped back. An impressed look on your face as you did so, “It’s really incredible how fast you guys heal. You look so much better.”

Another byproduct, with their advanced aging it meant their cells regenerated much faster than average. Quicker maturity and healing with the cost of half the lifespan. 

“Do you still have some of the tea and salve left?” You asked as he pulled his shirt back on. 

“Yeah, about half I would say,” Hunter replied, “It really did seem to make a difference.”

“They both contain a natural painkiller that we’re able to grow here on the island. It’s the main ingredient in bacta, actually," You answered, “I’d keep up with the tea and the salve for the rest of the week. And keep resting, it looks like you’ll be ok in a few days but take it easy. I don’t want you back here because you’ve re-injured yourself. Not that I mind your company, but I’d prefer these visits to be on a non-professional basis.”

Hunter sighed, not liking the idea of staying idle when there was still a lot to be done. He needed to help Rex, the other clones, and never mind the whole house situation. But he wasn’t so stubborn that he couldn’t listen to medical advice, especially not when it actually was making a difference. He followed after you out into your living room, resigned to his fate. His mind however was turning over your last comment, you actually liked his company. Which was, admittedly surprising since he couldn’t seem to string more than a few words together anytime he was around you. 

He paused near your door, his gaze casting around your warm and bright space, a conversation he’d had with Omega earlier suddenly at the forefront of his mind, “Your home is very nicely decorated,” The words felt awkward coming out of his mouth and he instantly cringed. But if you thought he was weird you made no indication of it. 

Instead, you simply smiled at him brightly, “Thank you.” 

“Do you… have any tips? For, uh - decorating?” He asked, his voice stilted as his face began to heat up. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he forged on, “Omega wants to decorate our home and uh… I don’t really know…how?”

Your gaze was so warm that it didn’t help the fluttering in his chest. Your look was completely judgment-free despite it being honestly a ridiculous question, “Well, I don’t really know if I have any tips… I just pick things that speak to me.”

He stared at you blankly, “Speak to you…”

You laughed, the sound once again making him feel as if he were having a mini-heart attack, “Sorry, I guess that does sound pretty silly, but here-” you said as you walked towards one of the tapestries you had hanging on the wall behind your couch. You looked at him for a moment with an easy smile before you gestured to it, “What do you see when you look at this?”

“Uh…” He started then stopped, looking between you and the tapestry, “Blue?”

You laughed again and he was surprised at the soft bark of laughter that escaped him too, it really was ridiculous, “Ok, maybe I started off with too hard of a question” You said, continuing with a soft chuckle. He watched you closely as you turned your head back to look at it, a wistful expression overtaking your face, “When I look at it, the colours remind me of the ocean. The very first time I saw it I had the same feeling I get when I look out at the sea and I decided I wanted to get that feeling even when I’m in my home.” 

He looked back at the tapestry and its multiple shades of blues and whites woven together, it was quite nice. And the longer he looked at it he supposed he could see how the colours were similar to the ocean, “Oh, uh, yah.”

“Did you ever have posters up in your barracks or ship? Or see art or a picture that maybe you feel something?” You asked, amusement colouring your face. 

A wave of embarrassment rushed through him, “Well yah, but uh - I don’t think that’s very appropriate for a house with a kid in it.” The scantily clad picture of Senator Amidala that had once adorned the nose of The Marauder before General Skywalker got wind of it was the first thing that came to mind. 

You chuckled, “Ok, yes, maybe not like that. But obviously, there was something about those posters that you liked... some sort of feeling you got when you looked at them…”

“Arousal?” He teased before he could stop himself. He immediately felt embarrassed by his inability to keep his mouth shut but it seemed he didn’t need to worry about that. 

Your head tipped back as you laughed and your hand came up to rest on his arm, as if to steady yourself while you did so. A small thrill rushed through him at the sound. It had been a long time since he had made someone other than Omega laugh like that. 

“I walked right into that answer,” You said once your laughter had died down, “Let me correct myself, we’re looking for a different emotion.. happy, calm, peace, joy… something along those lines.”

“This all sounds a lot more difficult than I was expecting,” Hunter replied with a gruff chuckle. 

You laughed again as you squeezed his bicep gently, “Try not to overthink it, when you know, you’ll know.” 

“Sure…” He said, though what he wanted to say was that it all sounded like a load of poodoo to him. 

Clearly, his skepticism was showing because you chuckled again as your hand moved from his arm, “How about this, every few months we host a market on the island where all the bakers, crafters, makers, artists, anyone and everyone get together to trade and sell their wears. It’s in a few weeks, how about we go, you bring Omega, and maybe the three of us can find some things that speak to you?” 

“Ok,” Hunter agreed before he even fully processed what you had proposed. 

“Great,” You said with another beaming smile, “It’s a date.” 

Hunter felt everything inside of him freeze, his brain short-circuiting, “It’s a date,” He found himself repeating so quickly that embarrassment coloured his face. 

Your answering smile was worth every painful moment he’d ever experienced in his short life as the two of you walked towards the front door. You leaned casually against the door frame once Hunter had passed through, arms crossed over your chest, expression warm, “Great. See you later, Hunter. And remember, take care of those ribs.” 

He nodded, not trusting himself to say something else ridiculous before he left, giving you a quick wave over his shoulder as he headed back up the hill toward his own home. 

He still might not like medical treatment or know anything about decorating. But he had a much better idea of what spoke to him. Now, he just had to figure out what one actually did on a real date. 

[twisted-wonderland-memories]

Before the Gift

Gift of….

Summary: They knew, they knew that you never felt happiness ever since you save them one by one. The first was great but the more it continues…..

Ace and Deuce noticed when you feel like shit, they wanted to ask you but you continued to dodge their questions and just simply move on. Its frustrating for them really, they decided to ask Grim to see how you feel in the night, it would never hurt to find the reason why. Grim was skeptical at first but he would be rewarded with premium tuna can so he accepts. Grim made sure that he stays awake in the night, finally he has the clues.

You were often hiding in other rooms crying when everyone is asleep, hiding yourself from revealing your own true feelings. It pains Grim to find that discovery so he ran out of the dorm and runs straight to Ace and Deuce to tell him what he found.

Little did Grim did not realize Riddle was there scolding the ADeuce duo as to why they were up this late. Finally the explanations are now revealed with the help of Grim.

The trio remained speechless, and yet Ace can’t help but needed to do something.

After all, you did all of their heavy lifting mode.

Thankfully Trey and Cater catches up and soon understand the situation, they suggested was giving a gift to Perfect. Ace and Deuce thinks that it was a good idea and yet Riddle was honestly concerned if the gift alone would make you happy. But Ace just suddenly told him to just give the gift a shot, Riddle was hesitate but then agreed but they all had to tell Grim not to tell this plan to others.

The next day when Ace and Deuce were spying on Perfect enjoying the gifts, Jack happened to see what was going on and yet asked the ADeuce combo about it. Tho they both explained that Perfect got a gift from the Housewarden Riddle, Jack manage to see the happiness from your expression, he did recall seeing you depressed especially when you are alone. Jack then had a plan and ADeuce was confused when he suddenly left.

Jack went to Leona to talk about your situation, tho Leona was about to just sleep the conversation away, but he stayed away when he heard about your situation. There is no way in hell that Leona can sleep through that, Leona simply told Jack to leave this to him since he DID recall catching Riddle holding a box. And yet, Leona asked Jack to find a gift that would make you smile, Ruggie also pitches in on find an info on what makes you smile.

Soon Epel was able to find many ideas on how to give you a gift at that time, but was caught by Vil. And yet Epel had to let Vil know about you, Rook also heard the news and decided to chirp in to the conversation and at the same time agrees to beg with Epel to Vil to at least give you something.

Part of Vil wants to refuse, but the thought of seeing Perfect fake smiling does make him uncomfortable.

Sebek wanted to help but he was too occupied with Malleus and yet….. a part of him decided to help out.

The next part Sebek does was going to Lilia about what does he think that you would like, Silver thought it was suspicious but Sebek insisted on thinking of a gift. He did pointed out that you are also feeling under the weather, but they were not expecting that Malleus was also hearing this from the other side of the room.

How the other dorms noticed the first years giving you the gift is interesting.

Jade and Floyd caught Riddle Leona holding gift boxes and handing it to you, the second they pointed that out to Azul, he was frustrated at them for doing the first move if a hug from Leona wasn’t enough there was Riddle’s hand kiss? Oh no way Azul would not let that slide, he ordered the eel twins to capture the ADeuce combo for some answers, they did but at what cost.

The octo trio hearing that you have been depressed lately? That is something new to them and yet, it doesn’t feel funny when they manage to find you crying in secret. From there on they decided to give you gifts as well, they were all in on the plan.

Idia with his security camera did happen to see you depressed and yet he also saw how the other housewardens give you gifts, Ortho suggested of doing what they do tho Idia rejected the idea. But Ortho literally had to remind Idia and you are literally the reason they all changed for the better, he has to admit that your company was also nice, so he decided to accept it and give it a shot. But to his dismay when Ortho told him to just give this to you instead, sure again Idia rejects but Ortho said that you won’t reject it anyway. Thanks to that Idia decided to give the gift to you in person or tablet a goal.

Jamil happened to overhear Epel and Sebek on the conversation about you on the cafeteria, tho he isn’t sure if he should give a gift that is perfect to you. He decided to ask Kalim about any ideas and yet Kalim also knows the situation as well, he cheerfully suggested on giving you the greatest gift, but Jamil just told him to give you something that isn’t from a rich kid.

Kalim then agrees and then an idea struck that he should at least trying sewing, tho Jamil was a bit worried but then he soon agrees. They are sure giving you a handmade plushie won’t hurt.

Finally Grim himself, he kept you company from time to time. Tho even if he did hear that you just wanted to be alone, Grim isn’t having it and just stubbornly stay by your side even if its in secret or not. Part of him wants to give you that premium tuna but you would told him to just keep it instead.

And yet Grim had one idea, and that is to give you his ribbon.

Tho you are confuse as to why he do that, but Grim can’t help but cry and point out why you kept all those negative emotions to yourself. Because of that Grim leaned on you for more hugs, making you cry and hug him back in return.

Was it because you can’t take it anymore?

Or was it that you just felt incredibly lonely?

And yet Grim needs to remind you one thing, if you are depressed the others will find you.

[kimyoonmiauthor]

How to save on groceries (since they are about to go up under the tariff system)

So you may not know this, but the majority of your groceries are imported, particularly meats and many vegetables. So if you were one of the people in the US that voted for the orange one, then you voted for higher grocery bills. Oh, yipee.

Given that, how do you protect yourself from the deregulation...

Make a List

No, seriously, make a list. Stick to the list. If you need an app, there are free apps for that.

2. Don't shop at big supermarket stores (or minimize) because...

There is a trick they pull where they re-shelve everything every few months so what you thought was down aisle one is now down aisle 5, and sometimes they shift shit on you, so if you think the honey is next to the tea, the baking aisle, it's suddenly next to the breads where you go WTF.

It drives me up the wall as an ND. But the rest of you non-NDs, who weren't observant enough for this... it's time to punish those grocery stores and stick to your list or minimize shopping there so you don't fall into the psychological torture game. And BTW, if you are one of those suckers in one of those studies, stick to your fucking list. Especially if you're in a game scenario and then note to the fucking researchers that a game scenario isn't very realistic compared to if one is spending their own money.

3. Participate in community gardens especially with communal areas.

But but I'm disabled and need mobility aids. The community gardens I've been to take that into account and you can help by doing the little shit that no one else wants to do, like making labels for the plants that no one bothers to label. (Who is doing that right now? I am.)

Or teach how to harvest. Or learn how to make greens in pots for yourself. Or help us unload all of the excess food we get at the end of the season. Or help us get rid of the blackberry vines by making baskets. You DO NOT have to kneel in the dirt. And who knows, if you own a house, maybe you'll find some people to help build you a disability friendly garden. You have no idea how much people love to share their knowledge.

But I have a black thumb. Come for that, then. You know what gardeners love, love to talk about for hours? How their garden is growing. And then diagnose why your garden is going wrong. They will talk your ear off about it. Gardeners will turn that black thumb yellow, then maybe green.

But I want eggs... You know that some community gardens have chickens? You know what chickens produce? Eggs. Feed the chickens. Get some eggs. Be great for people in wheelchairs also. I mean, fuck, what's cooler than feeding some chickens and maybe getting some eggs? Pet the chicken? Maybe.

4. Garden at home

But I live in an apartment

The most expensive thing is the lights. You have to look for high spectrum and high lumens. The LEDs with a hood are better and the high lumen light bulbs are better.

This will set you back about 50-70 dollars for a set of 6. The light bulbs are cheaper, but are more concentrated on area of spread. ~$16 for one 4060 Lumens. $10 for the fixture. 2600 Lumens light bulb is ~30 dollars for a set of 6

~22 for the fixtures, a set of 2. Take note that red lights are better for fruit. Yellow lights are better for leaf growth. White lights will help with stem growth.

However, 50-70 dollars +maybe a 30-50 dollar shelf shoved in a corner somewhere +cost of plants, etc is much cheaper than dealing with E. Coli in your effing spinach.

But I'm disabled

Hydroponic gardening might do well if you have allergies.

If not, allergies and mobility issues instead, you can get a box planter for about 30 bucks, plant some herbs. I'd consider also lettuce, spinach and leafy greens. They are easy to plant indoors.

If you want to plan for the apocalypse.... consider sweet potatoes.

The containers are movable and can be put at eye level.

I have mint, rosemary, sage, scallions, lettuce, basil, thyme.

Sometimes looking at something green will lift your mood.

Most leafy greens are dead easy to grow in apartments. And you know where I got the materials for all of them, save the lettuce? lol grocery store, and the community garden. I literally am growing basil and sweet potato from leftover stems from the community garden! But you could also do it from grocery store materials too. They sell like for 4 bucks, a rooted herb pack. Separate the roots and done.

I mean, when you don't even have to pay for the plants, you know you're doing well.

[sports-on-sundays]

prince not so charming / CL16 / PART 1

Warnings : Mention of death, Mention of sex, Mention of marriage between a minor and an adult (spoken about as a bad thing, not a good thing), Mention of forced marriage, Switching between second and third perspective, Charles acting a bit spoiled maybe.

Summary : Prince!Charles x Princess!Reader - A prince has seven princesses brought to him, and must choose which one he wants to marry.

Author's Note : I've had ideas like this circulating through my head for quite a while, so I figured this would be something good to start my blog off with, especially since I think it's another idea that a lot of other people might enjoy reading. I'm just starting out my blog, so if you read this and you like it, I would really appreciate if you would hit my ask box and request something to support me and help me get going! And of course reblog and follow would be kind too <3 Thank you, and I hope you enjoy my little story.

Requested? : No.

There are six other princesses travelling by chariot today as well, also headed to the same exact castle you're heading to.

When your father, the king of your small island country, told you that the prince of one of the largest countries nearby was sending in for all the single princesses, both you and your father had a plan.

Unlike a lot of countries, yours is just fine with having a woman rule as queen, by herself, so since your mother passed away in childbirth, and you're your father's only child, you've both basically decided that getting married into some other kingdom's royal family is just about the last thing you want to do.

Apparently, this Prince Charles, who is twenty-five, your age, has been being pressured ever since he was eighteen by his family. The story is that they keep trying more and more ladies from all different countries and families, but every single one he sees he quickly dismisses after meeting them, rejecting every single one.

Which, you figure, means he's a spoiled little ungrateful brat, like many of the royals from surrounding kingdoms and countries. Not surprising.

For seven years, his mother and eldest brother have been searching all over for the woman he'll finally accept. Of course, searching only in royal and noble blood.

So now, they're bringing in seven more princesses to see if he'll accept any of them. You're generally not worried about this conceited prince wanting to marry you, but just in case, you and your father have ensured that there's no chance he will.

So you sit in the covered royal chariot, wearing a plain white dress, a men's cloak, your hair very simply down over your shoulders, and dirt smudged on your clothes and face.

Even though it's not your most favourite outfit, it's worth it to avoid at all costs being forced to court with... someone like Prince Charles.

You're sure he'll be disgusted.

Which is good.

You've met all the princesses that will be arriving as well, and you're sure most of them will be more interesting to a prince such as Charles. Apparently, to them, he's known as the most handsome prince around. All of them would be delighted to marry him, and are surely putting forth their best for the prince.

You're sure he just uses his good looks to fake a charming personality, so people like him. That's what all the princes do, but then when you really get to know them, it turns out their personality is really quite devilish in the end, and it was just an act, a show, to get you interested in them.

Soon enough, the chariot you're in stops, and your driver gets out, holding the curtain for you as you lift your skirt to jump out. The driver offers his hand to you for help, but like always, you ignore it and hop out yourself. It's not like when women jump we break our ankles or something. My goodness. You know deep down inside they're just trying to be honorable and kind, but still.

You look up at the castle. It looks very basic, like many other castles you've seen, with it's tall pillars, carved images, and glorious towers reaching up, slicing into the bright merry blue sky.

"Would you like me to walk up with you, or send a servant to go with you, up to the door, Your Highness?" asks your driver with a very low bow.

"No thank you, but I appreciate the offer. I can handle walking by myself. Just carry on."

"Yes, of course, Your Highness," he nods, briskly, with agility, hopping up into the chariot.

You turn away from that, and start walking down the cobblestone path that leads to the third courtyard, which leads to the main gates. When you get to the gates of the third courtyard, a guard grunts at you, not even realizing that you're one of the princesses, because of your means of arrival and presentation, "What's your business here?"

"I'm one of the princesses to meet Prince Charles today," you say simply.

He narrows his eyes. "No, you're no-"

"Listen, guard. This was a message sent only to the princesses, no? How could anyone else know about this? If you do not allow me to enter and go to the castle with all the other princesses here today, I will order my men to go against you in an instant!"

The guard's back straightens. "Right, then, Your Highness! Please, show mercy, and forgive me for my misunderstanding! I'll lead you to where you need to go immediately!"

"You're forgiven. Now, yes, take me there. And let's get this over with."

Charles reclines in his velvet red couch, leaning back as he stares up at the sparkling gold chandelier with a heavy sigh. There's a knock on the door to his room, and he calls, "Who's there?"

His older brother, Lorenzo, enters the room, shutting the door behind him. "Charles, come on now. I thought you were supposed to be getting ready." He ruffles his brother's light, fluffy, tangled hair. "My goodness, Charles, you need to get this cut and washed before you meet the princesses. And clearly you are in need of a shave."

"I don't have to have nice hair or clothes for every last one of those ladies to fall deeply in love with me. In fact, half of them probably are already deeply in love with me," replies the younger with an eye roll and a scoff.

"Charles, you know you have to look more presentable. Stop with all the excuses. Get up now."

"Is Mama gonna cut my hair?"

"Charles, you're just going to have to get it done by a servant. I'm sending one in to get you fixed up now, okay?"

Charles nods, sitting up more with a sigh. "Yes, yes, Lorenzo. Now be on with your day, now, won't you, King?"

"Charles," he says, looking back from the doorway with a sigh. "Do one thing for me, please?"

"Another thing?"

His brother, the king, ignores Charles' little comment and just says, "Please choose your princess today, Charles. Please. Choose the best one for you. I've been trying to give you responsibilities for so long. I think having a lady may help with your..."

"My what? My goodness, Lorenzo, be out of my presence already! Please!"

And with a sigh, the elder brother listens to the younger's order and leaves him to be by himself.

Charles gets up and walks across the room, stopping in front of his mirror to look at himself. His hair is a little tangled, but he doesn't mind it. He always thinks it makes him look better. It reminds him of how he looks after he's won a race, pushed his horses to the limit, with the wind and dust blowing dirt up into his helmet. He's never minded a little bit of danger, and a little bit of dirt. And a little bit of fun.

Yet a part of him loves to look nice, too, for these girls. Not because he's trying to attract any of them.

Maybe just because he feels so strong in those buttoned coats with gold lining, big, black boots, with a beautiful sword at his side.

Maybe all this talk of marriage and pressure to fall in love is a pain, but by now, would he want it any other way?

It's strange the way you get used to the things you hate, so much that you almost start to like them.

The six other princesses sit as far away from you as they can. Naturally, they're disgusted. Not that you care. You figure it's better like that. This way, maybe their sweet perfume won't make you smell any better.

Even the guards in the room seem extremely confused and unimpressed by you.

Which is just fine. It means that hopefully the prince will feel just the same.

Soon, a servant comes in, saying quickly, "I'm sorry for the wait, Most High Ladies of the Land. Our highly respected and honored Prince Charles, the second heir to the throne, after King Lorenzo, may he be honored forever, is still preparing himself to meet you beautiful ladies. I can assure you all that he is very excited to meet you all. Forgive us for the wait."

Of course he's taking long. He's probably quite vain. Just like these girls surrounding you. Quite vain, you know. You can't help but smile to yourself as you ponder upon the fact that perhaps this vain, conceited, self-centred prince could potentially get along quite well with these girls. Prideful people often seem to enjoy the people who are much like themselves, after all, right?

Soon enough, though, they start taking the princesses, one by one, to come and meet the prince. The princesses here are from ages anywhere between fifteen and twenty-five. You realize that the younger one's time meeting Prince Charles is much shorter than the older ones, and even then, the longest time before the servant comes to fetch the next princess is at most fifteen minutes.

Of course, they save you for last. Which you're happy about. After seeing all those beautiful princesses, you're sure Prince Charles will be even more disgusted with you than he would've been originally.

You stand up when the servant gestures you to come, and you walk next to him down the hallway. When you make it to the end of the hallway, there is a small passage with stairs leading up. "I am sorry to tell you that Prince Charles' room is on higher floor. Would you like me to carry you up the stairs, Your Highness?" The servant asks with a bow.

"My goodness! How do you treat your women in his kingdom? What a meeting this shall be with the prince! By the name of God, servant man, no. I can walk up a flight of stairs just fine on my own two feet."

"Of course, Your Highness!" the servant says quickly, and you start walking up the spiraling staircase. You don't doubt that all the other princesses accepted the offer to be carried.

The hallway at the top is much nicer than the one you were just in. It has red carpets, gold lining, and windows all across one wall. You pause to stare out them. They overlook the huge capital city, and you think about all the little common people down there, working for their lives.

It's such a sad concept. While you're up here, worried about having to meet a prince, there are people down there worrying about staying alive.

It's not right. And when you're queen of your island, that's what you want to fix. In your country, your father has it all set up for you.

You want the people to be happy and content.

"Your Highness?" the servant says. "This is Prince Charles' room."

You nod. "Thank you."

"I'll be waiting outside here if either of you need anything."

You nod again, and slowly turn the knob to the door, before stepping in, closing the door behind you gently with a quiet click.

You have never been in the bedroom of a prince before.

There's a huge window overlooking a beautiful bright bluebody of water, which you assume must be the ocean. On the wall is a breastplate and two swords. There's a large wooden wardrobe with beautiful carvings all over it, and sitting on top of it are two helmets- one look's like a knight's helmet, shining with steel, and the other a horse racing helmet with red streaks painted on the sides. Next to the wardrobe is a painting hanging on the wall of a young man with dark shaggy black hair and a playful smile, wearing the elaborate outfit of a king, despite not having the looks of a typical solemn painting of a king. There's a wall with lines of different kinds of plaques and trophies on shelves, glass doors covering them. Prince Charles has a huge grand, wooden but painted white, piano. His huge bed has curtains surrounding it, and next to the bed is a little nightstand. There's a huge desk with parchment and ink sitting on it, and there's a soft red rug over the floor. Hanging on the wall is a large, beautiful, tinted, full body mirror. There is a large empty fireplace, and with it a red velvet couch and matching chair. Next to these pieces of furniture is a table on which a map, a compass, and a bowl of fruit sits. The whole room smells like sweet, calming incense.

And then, after viewing the room, you turn to view the much less interesting prince. He looks like every other. Sure, his face is exceptionally handsome compared to the others, but who cares? He's not that glorious. He wears a tall black shiny boots, red pants, and a long white double-breasted jacket unbuttoned with gold buttons and gold furnishing. Underneath his coat he wears a soft looking poet shirt. The whole outfit fits him quite well, and compliments his thin, lean, but very strong figure nicely.

But the best of his outfit is the sparkling gold crown upon his head. It shines with all different kinds of lovely colorful sparkling jewels. You can't help but think about how heavy that must be on his head.

His brown hair is nicely styled, his eyes bright, and his white smile likely fake.

But the smile quickly vanishes as he can't help but express the surprise on his face when he sees you. "H- Hello," he says. "You are...?"

"Princess Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Prince Charles." You curtsy.

"Nice to meet you, too, Princess," he says with a quick bow, obviously trying not to express his emotions on his face. It's hard not to laugh at this. At this little rich prince trying to hold it together. He takes a step closer to you. "How old are you?" is his first question. He speaks with the accent that it seems many people from this country speak with. You can't help but wonder to yourself if this country has it's own native language.

"Twenty-five, Prince."

He nods. "Me as well. What kingdom are you from?"

You tell him about the island kingdom you come from, and, as expected, he doesn't end up having ever really heard of it much. "How far off the coast are you?" he asks.

"It took half a day to sail here."

He nods once again. "Alright... Uh, why don't you sit down here next to me," he starts, walking to the velvet couch, "and I can tell you a bit about myself, if that's okay with you."

"Of course, Prince. Go on," you answer as you sit down next to each other on the couch. You look over his nice appearance once again.

"I'm the second son of my father, may he rest in peace. My elder brother is king of this country, and my younger one, Prince Arthur, rules nearby conquered land. Me and my wife would be the rulers of a section of land that we have just won over in war, across the river."

"So you're telling me that regardless of being older than your brother, he rules more than you and has a wife, while you don't?" You really couldn't care less. You're just trying to make him dislike you.

He clenches his jaw and says, "It's just taken a little longer for me... I guess."

"Why do you think that could be?"

"I... well, Princess, so far in my life, I've chased after things besides ruling and marriage."

"Right," you say simply.

"So... tell me about yourself. What... makes you... you?"

You can't help but softly chuckle at that question, as the Prince's eyes look you up and down. "Well, isn't this meeting really only about two things?"

"Two things? I'm sorry?" he asks in confusion.

"Whether the princess' beauty suits your tastes, and whether she'll be good to make you your babies."

He stares, wide eyed. "Wow... egh, you're honest, now, aren't you?"

"I suppose I am," you respond with a shrug.

"Right..." is all Charles says, at a loss for words at the princess' way of speaking. This is the first princess that's been so... blunt with him.

And he realizes perhaps this is why he has been avoiding marriage for so long.

He'd rather not getting married to a woman for her intense beauty, and only use her for sex to have his children. He doesn't even want children. Or a wife.

He really just wants to be for himself. Adventure. Have fun. Make the most of life.

"So, Prince Charles, you said you've been chasing after other things besides marriage and ruling? I'm curious to know what."

He swallows. "Really, my lady, it should not matter. I'm really leaving that old life in the past." Or at least trying. Really, every part of Charles hates to think about leaving that life in the past. It's a life he loves.

But, as everyone seems to say to him, Charles, you're not a little boy anymore. You're a grown man at twenty-five, and it's pathetic how little you've got done in life.

To them, what Charles has done is pathetic. To Charles, what he's got done is success.

"I still want to hear, Prince Charles."

Charles sighs. He figures it doesn't matter if this girl knows or not. He's sure no one would want him picking her, anyway. So who cares if she has a strange view of him? "I love chariot racing. It's my passion. I love it so, so much. See those trophies in that case? Those are from racing. I love the adrenaline, and the danger. I love the speed. That's one thing. I also love music. I play on that piano all the time. I'm not interested in getting married... I mean, I guess I can be kind of romantic, but I don't want to get married for the reasons everyone says I should. They always bring me these women that all seem to act exactly the same, with the same clothes, same personality... And then they get annoyed at me for loving none of them. They try to put me in armor and get me to fight if I'm not going to marry, but that's never turned out either. Even though I have the strength for it, I don't want to do it. I don't want to go out on battlefields and shed the blood of other men. Maybe that makes me a coward, I don't know. Maybe it makes me 'not a man'. I don't know. But I can't help it. It's just the way I am."

The look on this princess' face seem to be a mixture of extreme curiosity, regret, worry, and empathy. Which is confusing.

"Prince Charles, I'm sorry. You're very unlike many princes I've met. But I think you're just fine."

"I'd say you're quite unlike all the princesses I've met. And I think you're fine, too. The bothersome thing is that I basically have to choose one of you seven today. By the way, Princess, usually I wouldn't be saying this. But I just can see that you aren't like the rest. I can tell I can trust you."

"Why do you have to choose one of us now?" the girl questions.

Charles sighs, glancing down at this rug. "I don't want to make this seem like this is any of my family's doing. They love me, and want the best for me. But I have advisors put in place, that in a way have authority over me, and have told me if I don't choose a princess today, then they'll choose. And I know who they'll choose. There's a princess in a very, very large kingdom very nearby, and they've been waiting until she turns fifteen. She's fifteen now, and I'm sure they'll force me to marry her, because having a marriage with a kingdom as big as that is just wise, when it comes to government. But I am not marrying mere girl who is ten years younger than me. There is no way."

She nods. "That's... That's good. Very wise. There are lots of princes I know of that would do just that. So I respect your decision in that very much. But I suppose the best thing for you to do is to just choose the nicest out of those girls to marry. It's a hard situation to be in, though. I'm sorry for you."

"Are you really a princess?" Charles asks, looking the woman in her eyes.

"Yes, I am."

Charles reaches over and wipes a smudge of dirt off her cheek with his thumb, before holding it up in front of her. "What is this all about then?"

"I didn't want to doll myself up. Just like you, I don't want to marry, really. I'm into other things that are uncommon as well."

"Like what, Princess?"

"Well, racing as well. I like hunting with my bow and arrow. I love swimming, and going for walks, and gardening. Most people think princesses always enjoy indoors more, but I love the outdoors. And luckily, in my kingdom, I'm allowed to spend my time outside. I don't like singing or dancing or reading or knitting or doing makeup or dresses or anything, like most people expect princesses to."

Prince Charles suddenly takes your hand and says intensely, "I have an idea."

You narrow your eyes at him, feeling suspicion sink deeper within you. "What...?"

"If neither of us want to marry, then if we married each other, then we could get along more. Like, I'm not saying we fall in love. I'm just saying if neither of us are willing to fall in love, then we marry each other."

"I see your point, Prince Charles," you start, "but it's quite selfish, what you're planning. While you're being forced to marry, I'm not. So while for you it would be a step up, for me it would be a step down."

He continues to hold your hand, though. "I would let you live in your country and rule it as you please. Please, Princess Y/n. It would be... such a favor for me. Seriously, the only time you'd have to see me is when we're invited to dinners and what not."

"Oh, yes, the only time I'd have to see you is for dinners, and as well, perhaps, to come to bed with you to give birth to your heirs! Prince, I do not-"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What? It's rude to interrupt."

"I've stopped trying not to be rude by now! Just let me ask my question!"

"Go on, Prince Charles."

He sighs, giving your hand a little squeeze. "Do you realise that if you want to protect your own kingdom, and keep it as it is as well, that you're going to need an heir?"

You swallow.

What a terrible, awful turn this has taken.

You should've just dressed and acted like all the other princesses.

But you had no idea that Prince Charles would be so...

Such a square peg in a round hole.

Much like you are.

This time you squeeze his hand, which is very, very smooth, and would feel nice, if it weren't so sweaty at this very moment.

He barely whispers, "Please."

He's so desperate.

What will your father say?

You suppose you'd just have to explain the whole thing to him.

"Listen, Prince Charles," you say, slipping your hand out of his, standing up. "I do not want to marry you. I ask you not to marry me. But I understand your point of view, and I understand that I should expect that regardless of what I've said, you still might choose to marry me."

He stands up with you. After getting to know him more, he looks much more handsome than he did in the beginning.

And then he says something shocking. "I think you're beautiful."

You stare, eyes wide. "I'm sorry, what?"

He reaches over and wipes the other smudge of dirt from your face. "I think you're beautiful."

"How? I went out of my way to look ugly."

"It's your personality that shines through those lovely eyes of yours."

"Wow... Thank you, Prince... You weren't lying when you said you were... romantic. Although you know if this is some way to manipulate me into wanting to marry you, I'm sorry. I've got my mind set on no."

He shakes his head. "That's not what I was trying to do. I was just telling you that... Showing you that... No matter what you do to your appearance, I still thought you're beautiful."

You stare into those bright green eyes, and for a moment, there's a little pit in your stomach. But not a bad one. Like there's something flying up within you. You take a step closer to him, and say, "Prince Charles, you are a very special person. You really are. To see past all the makeup and dresses and perfumes, and look for the one with the personality you like the most? That's extraordinary."

He gently puts his smooth hand to your cheek and says, "You've got to be special as well. After all these years of seeing all these ladies and princesses that I could choose to marry, and you're the first one I have any kind of feelings for. Your humility is so admirable... You just want to be there for your country. You're amazing."

You swallow, nodding. "I don't want to marry, but out of all the princes I've met, you're the only one I would marry if I had to."

"You're the... You're the princess I would marry, and I have to."

You sigh. "I beg you not to say me, but I understand, fairly enough, you're looking at your own best interest. So if you... If you end up having to say me, please let me be there for your country."

"I'll say you, but I'm putting a lot on the line."

"Like what?"

"If my advisors don't like you, which is likely, they'll make me marry the fifteen year old, likely. But it's worth it. I think putting so much on the line is worth it to be with a lady like you. Because I know I won't meet another princess like you. They likely won't even let me, though, so you're probably safe."

And suddenly, your heart softens as you look at his longing eyes, and you say gently, "Prince Charles, say you'll sleep on your decision. They'll have us princesses stay at this castle for the night. In the morning, I'll make sure I look just like the others."

"Cover up your beautiful face with all that makeup?"

"Just so your advisors accept me."

He stares, wide eyed, before suddenly hugging you.

"Oh my goodness," you breathe.

"Don't tell anyone I've hugged you."

Hugging is reserved for, in tradition, only those who are courting or related to each other, so this in a way fills you with guilt, because you know how much people would look down on you if they knew he was hugging you so tight.

You smile to yourself, though, and hug him back, even tighter.

Who cares if they look down on you?

Prince Charles steps away out of the hug, before bowing to you, taking your hand, and kissing it, before saying, "I suppose you should leave now, Princess Y/n. I'll see you later."

[thatwildnya]

Chapter 2: Scale and Fur Babies

chatters:

Nya: finally convinced Wild to post the second chapter of his centaur AU! do give him praise!

Wild: i appreciate the feedback i get from the people who said something, it’s given me some confidence in my skills. thank you so much! you can thank nya for what deuce ended up being

TW: lilia's cooking

Jack: wolf pup

Deuce: kaprosuchus saharicus aka cheetah gator

Now that you were living with two centaurs you needed extra food and pet supplies. You left to get what you need the third day in your new home. Silver wanted to go with you, promising to be good and listen to whatever you told him. But his father wouldn’t allow it. He informed you if someone figured out they were unregistered centaurs they would be taken away immediately. It was law that any unregistered pets be taken into custody before adoption could occur. The father and son would most likely be separated if that happened. And it costs a lot of money to put a pet on hold apparently. Though the only reason it was like this was probably to bring in extra money. Basically a scam. Damn greedy government.

He told you to get identification accessories if you were interested in keeping them as your own, saying he didn’t mind having you as their master. You’d have to send in some paperwork to adopt them formally but it would decrease any suspicions if they had something on them at least.

“Plus you could definitely use some strong pets to keep you safe. You aren’t as equipped to defend yourself as most humans.” Did he figure out that you were magicless already? This did put you off for a moment, but you didn’t dwell. You’ve heard plenty of stories about how weirdly perceptive fae centaurs are.

So now you found yourself waiting at the bus stop in the rain with an umbrella that had holes. Not that it was much help anyway. It was so windy the rain just went wherever it wanted. You sigh, making a mental note to get a raincoat and new umbrella too.

~~~~~~

You stepped off the bus, not bothering to open the umbrella. You chucked it into a nearby trash can immediately. Taking shelter under a nearby tarp, you fish out your phone to pull up directions.

Just as you clicked ‘Start Route’ the bang of a metal trash can falling caught your attention. Peeking around the corner, you catch sight of a blue scaly tail poking from underneath an upside down cardboard box. You turned away, you already had two pets to look after. You didn’t need another.

But your body didn’t listen. Turning back, your feet carry you to the box despite you thinking over and over you don’t need another.

Squatting down and lifting it up, you find not one but two centaurs. One was a pup with dirty white fur. The other an… alligator? Its body was very gator-like, but instead of the usual small legs gators had, it had long legs definitely made for running and jumping.

The tiny centaurs stare up at you, big eyes unblinking. The pup growled, baring his teeth. His fur puffed up in an attempt to look bigger. The uh… gator shrunk behind his friend, hissing quietly.“Do not take them with you do not take them with you do not take them with you.” you think as you take off your jacket and scoop up the two up, holding them to your chest tightly as they wriggle and protest.

~~~~~~

“Are you okay ma’am/sir?” an employee asks as you walk into the supermarket with bleeding and bruised arms.

“Very.” you answer through gritted teeth. The little ones were very bitey and untrusting. In the end you ended up shoving them into the backpack you had intended to carry the groceries in. They kept trying to escape, so you were forced to carry the backpack on your front. Their heads poked out and kept trying to bite you.

You hurry to get everything, wanting to get home as soon as possible. It was a nightmare keeping the centaurs from getting ahold of any food, especially the meat. The pup nearly managed to wiggle free as he tried to grab a steak. You bapped his head just in time, earning your finger another chomp.

By the time you finished the two had reached their limit and poofed back to their animal forms. Without hands they had a tougher time getting the zipper to work and could only poke their heads out.

“Did you just adopt those two?” the cashier asks you as you check out. “Uh, yeah.” “What're their names?” panic ensues. It would be odd if you adopted and hadn’t named them, and even then they would have had names before you took them home anyway. 

You didn’t want to separate the two, they got along so well. They were probably surviving together for a good amount of time. That would be ruined if she figured it out and contacted the authorities. Lilia and Silver would probably be found out too.

“Jack!” “Deuce!” they popped back into centaur forms to answer the cashier. Oh so now you want to cooperate.

“How cute! Deuce is a fitting name for the kaprosuchus saharicus with the spade birthmark on his cheek.” you stare blankly at her. What kind of weird ass name was that.

~~~~~~

“I’m ho- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!” you return to a flaming kitchen. Dropping the groceries, you run into the black smoke.

“Oh! Welcome back!” Lilia greeted you, waving from the stove. You yell at him to turn it off instead of greeting him back. He does as told with a pout, snapping his finger to extinguish it.

Apparently he was making you an early dinner, saying he wanted to thank you for taking him and his son in. The dinner, if it could even be called that, was supposed to be soup. Whatever was in that pot was definitely not safe to consume. You rubbed your eyes, now you’d have to deal with this place smelling worse than it already did since you couldn’t air it out.

Silver tugged on your jeans, pointing at the backpack. “Who’s that?”

Once introductions were out of the way you shooed everyone out of the kitchen. You told Lilia to give the boys a bath, they sank of garbage and wet dog.

Turning back to the kitchen you roll up your sleeves with a sigh. Even though you had just bought groceries, you were too tired to do much else. Today you were going to order some takeout. But first, some cleaning needed to be done.

[impulsefitnesscoquitlam]

Understanding the Distinction: Gym vs. Fitness Studio

Are you looking to start or continue your fitness journey but unsure whether to join a gym or fitness studio? While both of these settings offer spaces for exercise, there are essential differences that you should be aware of before making a decision. Whether you’re a fitness enthusiast or a beginner, understanding these dissimilarities can help you find the best fit for your needs and goals. This article will explore the differences between a gym and a fitness studio to help guide your decision-making process.

What’s the Difference Between a Gym and a Fitness Studio?

1) Setting:

The first and most glaring difference between a gym and a fitness studio is their set up. A gym is usually a large facility with a vast floor plan that hosts multiple types of equipment, ranging from free weights to cardio machines, and often includes amenities such as locker rooms and showers. On the other hand, a fitness studio tends to be more compact, featuring specialized equipment, such as Pilates reformers, yoga mats, or even stationary bikes. Therefore, if you prefer a diverse range of exercise equipment, a gym in Coquitlam is the best option; if you’re looking for group training with personalized attention, a fitness studio might be the way to go.

2) Community:

The second factor that distinguishes a gym from a fitness studio is the sense of community found in each setting. A gym is likely to have a more diverse clientele, including those whose fitness levels and objectives differ significantly. Some people thrive in this environment and enjoy the social aspects of a gym; others may find the environment intimidating or impersonal. On the other hand, fitness studios in Coquitlam tend to foster a more intimate sense of community, especially those specializing in one or two types of activities. This can create a supportive environment for individuals who prefer to work out with like-minded individuals.

3) Cost:

Another significant difference between a gym and fitness studio is the cost involved. Membership fees for a gym vary depending on the location, amenities, and duration of the membership. In contrast, fitness studio rates tend to be higher, reflecting the specialized nature and personal attention of the services they offer. If you plan to work out frequently, a gym membership may be more economical for you. However, if you prefer personalized instruction and attention, the higher cost of a fitness studio may be worth it.

4) Style of Training:

Fitness studios and gyms also tend to cater to different styles of workouts. For example, if your goal is to gain muscle and lift heavy weights, a gym would be the better fit for your needs. On the other hand, if you want to improve your flexibility and posture, a yoga or Pilates studio would be an excellent option. Additionally, fitness studios are likely to offer specialized group fitness classes like barre, dance, or boxing that are not often available in a traditional gym. If you’re looking to diversify your workout routine or seek a novel activity, a fitness studio might be the way to go.

5) Personalized Attention:

Finally, the level of personal attention you receive while working out is essential to consider. Many fitness studios prioritize personal attention and tailored workout routines, allowing clients to achieve their desired results more efficiently. Gyms, on the other hand, operate on a more self-directed model. While some gyms offer personal training services for an additional fee, it may not be as tailored as the services offered at a fitness studio.

Conclusion: Gym vs. Fitness Studio

In conclusion, there is no universal answer to whether joining a gym or fitness studio is the best choice. It comes down to your personal preferences, fitness goals, and budget. We hope that our discussion of the differences between a gym and fitness studio has helped you choose the fitness environment that best suits your needs. Remember, whether you choose a gym or fitness studio, the most important part is finding an environment that motivates you to achieve your fitness objectives. Ultimately, if you enjoy your workout and are motivated to continue towards your goals, that’s the most important factor!

[open-hearth-rpg]

Approaches & States: Great RPG Mechanics #RPGMechanics: Week Two

All characteristics, stats, and attributes for characters are abstractions. They’re a bundle of ideas to which we assign some kind of rating. But for the most part we have the sense of the “reality” of these stats. Strength means strength: lifting, climbing, applying force. We can imagine the concrete effect of it in the world. We can picture as well a Dexterous person: moving quickly, keeping their balance, adept at sleight of hand. Even the more abstract classics like Wisdom have a set of aspects in the game reality linked to them, like being able to suss out the truth, judging character accurately, understanding esoteric concepts.

Many games give us a description of what the characteristics mean, but our real understanding comes from where they’re used. We see which skills rolls or moves are linked to which attributes. Maybe we have a little fudge room to decide, especially for something like Mutant System or 2d20 where you add a stat to a skill value. Maybe a player argues that this grapple check is more about finesse than power. That’s a common negotiation– and once we’ve opened that door, it leads to some other ideas.

Fate Accelerated may not be the first place where I saw something like Approaches, but it's the game which made the idea stick for me. In FA when you go to do something, you say how you’re doing it: what it looks like, what makes this cool. Are you doing it Carefully? Cleverly? In a Flashy way? Forcefully? Quickly? Sneakily? The mode you choose colors the action and expresses character. Your relative strength in these approaches also says a lot about who you are. This builds in a question often glossed over when folks say “I swing again” and roll. That question is: how are you doing that?

This move to approaches has design implications: de-coupling particular actions from particular stats. Some players have a hard time when there aren’t guidelines about what to invest their stat points in. On the designer’s side, it takes out some easy feats and modifiers, like being able to use X stat in place of Y when doing Z.

Fraser Simon’s use of States in The Veil, builds on the approaches concept. It’s one of my favorite PbtA games. Here, rather than conventional attributes, you have emotions: Mad & Peace; Sad & Joy; Fear & Power. When you go to do an action, you say which one dominates. You have room to decide if that describes the feeling you're pushing against, the one driving you forward, or some other interaction. It uses a version of the feeling wheel to help players articulate their character’s state in that moment.

Part of the point of The Veil is to explore the emotional side of cyberpunk stories, and this mechanics continually pushes you to consider that. It also has a nifty mechanical answer to the question “why wouldn’t I always roll with my best stat?”. Every time you roll a particular state you mark a check box for it. When you mark the 5th box in a state, you spike it out. That pushes you further into that emotion at a penalty until you act to reset yourself. You can manage that in play– each emotion has a paired emotion and when you put a mark on one side (say Peace) then you remove a mark from the other side (Mad). In play, once folks get used to the rhythm, it is dynamite.

And if you’ve played Hearts of Wulin, you’ll see where I got the idea for using Elements, associated with certain feelings and aspects, for stats. I have a couple of innovations there, but my favorite is that harm locks certain elements, meaning you can’t roll with that element until someone helps you or you have a montage to clear yourself.

I’ve come to really love this approach. It does have a small cost in time and cognitive load. You always have a moment of consideration before you roll. But having done it enough I feel weirdly straitjacketed sometimes when I hit a game with a very locked down characteristic-to-specific action system.

[packersandmoverslondon]

Trusted Help for Your Move: Finding the Best Packers and Movers in London

Moving can be exciting, but let’s be honest, it’s also a lot of work. From packing up every room to lifting heavy furniture and making sure nothing gets damaged, it’s a big job. That’s why more people are turning to packers and movers London for help. These professionals take the stress out of moving by handling the hardest parts for you.

With packers and movers in London, you don’t have to worry about running out of boxes or wrapping everything properly. They come prepared with the right materials, tools, and skills to protect your items — whether it’s a fragile mirror or your favourite sofa. They know how to pack efficiently and load everything safely into the van, saving you time and effort.

Whether you're moving from a flat, a house, or even relocating your business, this kind of support can make the whole process much easier. Instead of spending days packing, you can focus on planning your new space and getting settled in faster.

What Removal Companies in London Can Do for You

There are many reliable removal companies London has to offer, and they provide a wide range of services depending on what you need. Some people just want help with the heavy lifting. Others want full support from start to finish — including packing, loading, transportation, and even unpacking at the new place.

One of the best things about hiring removal companies London is the flexibility they offer. You can book a small move for a few boxes, or a large-scale team for a big house or office. Many companies also offer short-term or long-term storage, which is a great option if your new place isn’t ready right away.

Most of these companies also offer insurance, which gives you extra peace of mind. It means your belongings are protected during the move, which is especially helpful if you're moving expensive items or travelling a long distance.

Tips for Choosing the Right Moving Service

Before booking a company, take a bit of time to do some research. Read customer reviews, check if the company is insured, and make sure they are experienced in handling the type of move you need. Good communication is also important — the company should be easy to reach and happy to answer your questions.

Ask for a clear quote before agreeing to anything. A good removal company will offer a fair price with no hidden costs. It’s also useful if they can visit your home in advance or offer a video survey to better understand what’s needed.

Final Thoughts

Hiring packers and movers London or choosing one of the trusted removal companies London is a smart move if you want your relocation to go smoothly. It saves you time, reduces stress, and helps ensure your belongings arrive safely.

Instead of worrying about lifting boxes, packing breakables, or driving a van through busy London streets, you can relax and focus on settling into your new home or office. Whether you're moving a few streets away or across the city, professional movers can make the whole process simpler and more comfortable.

[thegorillajunkremoval]

Junk Removal Paso Robles

Junk Be Gone: Get Junk Removal in Paso Robles Without the Hassle

Junk Removal Paso Robles services are a game-changer when clutter takes over your space. Whether you're dealing with post-renovation debris, old furniture, or a last-minute move, sometimes you just need everything gone quickly. 

That's where same-day junk removal steps in, offering a quick and stress-free solution for busy residents and business owners alike.

Maybe you're clearing out the garage after years of procrastination. Maybe you're doing a last-minute clean before guests arrive. Or perhaps you're in the middle of moving, renovating, or just trying to get your space back. Whatever the reason, sometimes you just can't wait days for someone to come pick it all up.

So here's the big question for locals: Is same-day junk removal in Paso Robles actually available?

Spoiler alert: Yes, it is — but you should know a few things first.

Why Same-Day Junk Removal Matters

A broken couch, old appliances, heaps of cardboard boxes — they take up space, gather dust, and do all the stuff.

Junk removal services in Paso Robles have come a long way. In a world that runs on convenience, many local companies now offer same-day service, giving Paso Robles residents a fast, stress-free solution.

Whether you're a homeowner, renter, or business owner, same-day Paso Robles junk removal means you can eliminate unwanted items without the hassle of renting a truck or making multiple trips to the dump.

What Services Offer Same-Day Removal in Paso Robles?

There are several trusted companies offering junk removal in Paso Robles. Many of them advertise same-day pickups— especially if you call early in the day. These pros handle everything from:

• Furniture and mattress removal

• Appliance disposal

• E-waste pickup

• Yard debris cleanup

• Post-renovation debris removal

• Estate cleanouts and more

Do you need to get rid of that old fridge today? Most Paso Robles trash service providers offering junk removal can help—as long as you're within their scheduling window.

How Does It Work?

Here's a simple breakdown of what to expect with same-day junk removal in Paso Robles:

1. Call or book online: The early bird gets the spot. The sooner you call, the better your chances of same-day pickup.

2. Get a quote: Some providers offer free estimates via photo or in-person.

3. Schedule your pickup: If slots are open, you could have a team at your door in just a few hours.

4. Let the pros handle it: You don't need to lift a finger. They'll do all the heavy lifting and even sweep up after.

Is Same-Day Pickup Available Through Paso Robles Trash Service?

It is important to know the difference between Paso Robles trash pickup (city-provided or private routine service) and junk removal services (on-demand cleanouts).

If you're talking about weekly Paso Robles trash service, those routes are typically scheduled — no same-day pickups unless it's a rare exception.

But if you're dealing with bulky items, construction debris, or piles of stuff that won't fit in your regular bin, Junk Removal Paso Robles companies are your best bet. They go above and beyond what standard trash services offer.

What About the Cost?

Pricing for Paso Robles junk removal varies depending on:

• The volume of junk (measured in truck space or cubic yards)

• The type of items (some require special disposal)

• Accessibility (curbside pickups may cost less)

Pro tip: Some companies also offer discounts for curbside or grouped pickups, so ask about deals when you call.

Can You Trust Same-Day Junk Removal Services?

Absolutely — but do your research.

Look for local Paso Robles junk removal services with:

• Solid Google reviews or Yelp ratings

• Clear pricing and availability

• Proper licensing and insurance

• Eco-friendly disposal practices

Many of these services partner with donation centers or recycling facilities to keep usable items from landfills. So your old stuff could get a second life while you enjoy a clutter-free home.

Final Thoughts: Is It Worth It?

If you need junk gone today, same-day junk removal in Paso Robles is worth considering.

Don't let junk take over your space—take action today! If you're in Paso Robles and need fast, reliable junk removal, contact Gorilla Junk Removal for same-day service you can count on. 

Whether you need to remove a single bulky item or clean out a full property, their friendly team is ready to help quickly, affordably, and responsibly Paso Robles trash pickup. Call now or book online to reclaim your space without the stress!

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[powerhydralic]

What Should You Know About Hydraulic Cylinders?

When it comes to machinery and heavy equipment, one of the most essential components is the hydraulic cylinder manufacturer. These cylinders are the driving force behind various applications, from construction machines to manufacturing tools, and even in agriculture and mining equipment. But what do they really do, and why is choosing the right manufacturer so important?

A hydraulic cylinder is a mechanical actuator used to give a unidirectional force through a unidirectional stroke. It uses hydraulic fluid to create pressure that moves a piston inside the cylinder. This movement is then used to push, pull, lift, or press an object. Because of their durability and power, hydraulic cylinders are preferred in industries where large amounts of force are required with precision and reliability.

A hydraulic cylinder manufacturer specializes in designing and producing these components based on different industrial needs. Not all hydraulic cylinders are made the same—some are built to withstand extreme temperatures, while others are designed for precision in delicate operations. Reputable manufacturers understand this and work closely with clients to customize cylinders that match their specific requirements.

Choosing the right manufacturer is more than just looking at cost. Quality, experience, and support are crucial. A good manufacturer uses high-grade raw materials and advanced engineering methods to ensure the cylinder performs reliably over time. Many also provide after-sales services, including repair and maintenance, which are important for long-term operations.

Moreover, innovation is a key factor. Leading manufacturers continuously invest in research and development. This helps them improve product performance and energy efficiency, while also meeting modern environmental standards. A forward-thinking manufacturer will also keep up with the latest technologies, such as integrating smart sensors into hydraulic systems for real-time monitoring and maintenance alerts.

One must also consider the industry the manufacturer caters to. A company that supplies to various sectors—like aerospace, marine, mining, and construction—likely has a deeper understanding of different technical demands. Their ability to adapt and innovate based on this experience often translates into more durable and effective products.

Another important aspect is customization. Standard hydraulic cylinders might not fit every application, especially in unique or high-performance scenarios. A skilled manufacturer will offer custom design options, ensuring each cylinder delivers the exact force, speed, and stroke required for the job. This not only improves the efficiency of the machine but also reduces downtime due to equipment mismatch.

In conclusion, choosing the right hydraulic cylinder manufacturer can make a significant difference in the performance and reliability of your machinery. It's not just about buying a product; it's about investing in a solution that supports your operations, boosts productivity, and ensures long-term success.

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Relocating to a new home or office can be both exciting and overwhelming. Whether you're shifting within Dubai or moving internationally, the process involves a lot of planning, coordination, and trust in the professionals you hire. In the heart of Dubai Silicon Oasis, Amj Movers has emerged as a reliable, professional, and affordable solution for all your moving and packing needs. Here's why Amj Movers stands out as the best movers and packers in Dubai Silicon Oasis.

Why Choose Amj Movers?

1. Trusted Local Expertise

Best movers and packers in Dubai Silicon Oasis, Dubai Silicon Oasis (DSO) is a dynamic community with a mix of residential and commercial spaces. Moving within such a vibrant and tech-driven hub requires a company that understands the layout, traffic patterns, and residential regulations. Amj Movers, with their extensive local experience, have successfully executed hundreds of moves in DSO and surrounding areas. Their familiarity with local routes and regulations ensures a smooth and hassle-free moving experience.

2. Comprehensive Moving Services

Amj Movers offers end-to-end moving solutions tailored to meet your specific needs. Their services include:

Residential Moving – From studio apartments to villas, they handle everything with care.

Office Relocation – Safe and swift movement of office equipment, furniture, and documents.

Packing & Unpacking – High-quality packing materials and professional packing to keep your items safe.

Furniture Dismantling & Assembly – Your bulky furniture is in safe hands.

Storage Solutions – Need temporary storage? Amj Movers has secure facilities available.

International Relocation – Smooth and professional international moving support.

This comprehensive approach makes them a one-stop-shop for anyone looking for the best movers and packers in Dubai Silicon Oasis.

Professional Team You Can Trust

One of the biggest concerns during any move is the safety of your belongings. With Amj Movers, you can rest easy. Their team is:

Well-trained – Skilled in packing delicate items, electronics, and bulky furniture.

Background-verified – Each employee undergoes a strict background check.

Customer-oriented – Friendly, courteous, and always ready to help.

The professionalism and discipline of their crew are what set Amj Movers apart from others in the area.

Modern Equipment and Quality Packing Materials

Amj Movers understands that your valuables deserve extra care. That’s why they use:

Sturdy boxes for safe packing

Bubble wraps and padding for fragile items

Labeling systems to keep everything organized

Modern trolleys and lifts for smooth handling of heavy items

Their state-of-the-art equipment ensures that your belongings are handled with the utmost care from start to finish.

Affordable Pricing with No Hidden Costs

Budget is always a concern when planning a move. Unlike many movers that quote a low price but add hidden charges later, Amj Movers believes in transparent pricing. They offer:

Free inspection and quote

Customized packages to suit your needs

No hidden charges – What you see is what you pay

This makes Amj Movers not just the best movers in Dubai Silicon Oasis, but also one of the most affordable.

Punctuality and Timeliness

Time is money, especially when relocating your business or managing a tight personal schedule. Amj Movers is known for their on-time arrivals, quick execution, and efficient planning. Their logistics team ensures that your move is completed within the promised timeframe—every time.

Customer Reviews and Testimonials

Nothing speaks louder than the voice of satisfied customers. Here’s what some of Amj Movers' clients have to say:

I recently moved my apartment within Dubai Silicon Oasis. Amj Movers handled everything from packing to setting up in the new place. Professional, fast, and affordable! – Sarah K.

Best movers and packers in DSO! Very professional and respectful team. Highly recommended for office relocation. – Ahmed R.

With hundreds of 5-star reviews and repeat customers, Amj Movers has built a solid reputation in Dubai.

Flexible Scheduling – We Move When You Need

Life doesn’t always go by the book, and sometimes, last-minute moving is unavoidable. Amj Movers offers flexible scheduling options, including weekend and evening slots. Whether you’re moving in a rush or planning weeks in advance, they’ll work around your availability.

Eco-Friendly Moving Solutions

In today’s world, being environmentally responsible is more important than ever. Amj Movers is one of the few companies in Dubai that actively practices eco-friendly moving, including:

Using recyclable packing materials

Reducing fuel emissions through smart route planning

Encouraging clients to donate or recycle items

When you choose Amj Movers, you're making a green choice too.

Serving All of Dubai and Beyond

While based in Dubai Silicon Oasis, Amj Movers serves all parts of Dubai and the UAE. Planning to relocate to Abu Dhabi, Sharjah, or even another country? No problem. Their wide network and international partners ensure a smooth relocation experience, wherever you're headed.

Final Thoughts

Relocating doesn’t have to be stressful. With the right partner, it can actually be smooth, seamless, and even enjoyable. Amj Movers has proven time and again that they are the best movers and packers in Dubai Silicon Oasis—offering professional, reliable, and affordable moving solutions backed by experience and trust.

From small residential shifts to large-scale corporate relocations, Amj Movers has the experience, equipment, and commitment to make your move successful. So, the next time you’re planning a move in DSO or anywhere in Dubai, trust Amj Movers to carry your world with care.

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The Power of Community Moving: Building Connections, Strengthening Neighborhoods

Moving to a new home can be an exciting yet daunting experience. The stress of packing, transporting belongings, and adjusting to a new environment can weigh heavily on anyone. However, a growing movement is helping people ease the burden of moving — and it’s all about the power of community. Community moving, which brings neighbors and local organizations together to assist with the moving process, is quickly becoming a powerful tool in strengthening neighborhoods, building connections, and fostering a sense of belonging.

What is Community Moving?

Community moving goes beyond just hiring movers or renting a truck. It involves a collaborative, collective effort where neighbors and local groups come together to support one another during a move. This can range from sharing moving supplies (like boxes and trucks) to volunteering time and energy to help someone physically move their belongings from one place to another.

At its core, community moving isn't just about relocating items — it's about building relationships and creating a network of support within neighborhoods. It taps into the sense of togetherness that so many communities are built on and uses it as a foundation to provide tangible help during a stressful time.

Shared Resources: A Collective Effort

One of the most immediate benefits of community moving is the sharing of resources. Moving can be expensive, especially when considering the cost of hiring professional movers, renting equipment, or buying boxes and packing materials. But when a community comes together, people are often able to share resources, making the moving process more affordable for everyone involved.

Neighborly cooperation may include sharing a moving truck, providing boxes and packing materials, or helping to organize logistics. Some neighborhoods even create informal lending libraries of moving equipment that can be accessed by anyone in the area who is moving. These small acts of sharing reduce costs and reduce the environmental impact of individual efforts.

Building Social Connections: More than Just Movers

One of the greatest advantages of community moving is the opportunity to connect with others. Whether helping a neighbor with heavy lifting or offering advice on the best local services, community moving fosters an atmosphere of cooperation and support.

By lending a hand, people can meet others in their neighborhood and form lasting relationships. The act of moving is often a stressful time for individuals or families, but when they receive help from neighbors, it transforms the experience. This collective spirit can lead to stronger social bonds that carry over into everyday life.

Even for those who may not know each other well, helping out during a move can be an excellent opportunity to build trust and camaraderie. By sharing time, effort, and resources, community members naturally develop a sense of connection, often going beyond just a one-time favor.

Creating a Sense of Belonging: More than Just a Place to Live

Moving isn’t just about shifting belongings from one place to another — it’s about creating a new home and finding a place to belong. For many, this can be an emotionally difficult process, especially when leaving behind familiar surroundings.

However, the act of community moving can ease that transition. Having neighbors or local groups come together to help lightens the load physically and offers emotional support. People moving into a new area often feel isolated at first, but the kindness and generosity of others can make a huge difference in how they adapt.

Being welcomed by a community willing to lend a hand reinforces the feeling of belonging. It helps newcomers see that they are part of something larger than just the walls of their new home — they are joining a network of people who care about each other and are willing to support one another during challenging times.

Sustainability and Waste Reduction: The Green Advantage

Another positive impact of community moving is its potential to promote sustainability and reduce waste. Moving often leads to discarded items — from old furniture to packing materials — ending in landfills. However, community moving encourages the repurposing and recycling of materials, whether it's donating furniture to those in need or sharing excess moving supplies.

Additionally, by sharing resources like moving trucks, people reduce their carbon footprint by minimizing the number of vehicles used for transport. This collective approach helps individuals save money but also helps the environment by lowering waste and energy consumption. In a world increasingly focused on sustainability, community moving is a simple yet effective way to make a positive impact.

Volunteerism: Strengthening Civic Engagement

Community moving also serves as a catalyst for volunteerism. Local organizations and neighborhood groups often organize volunteer events, where residents come together to assist those who need help moving. These events give people opportunities to give back to their community while forging stronger connections with their neighbors.

When moving becomes a community effort, it encourages civic engagement, where everyone from long-time residents to newcomers plays an active role in shaping the neighborhood’s culture. Volunteering fosters a sense of pride in the community, strengthening social ties and promoting cooperation among individuals from all walks of life.

Challenges of Community Moving

While the benefits of community moving are clear, some challenges can arise. The logistics of coordinating multiple people, managing volunteer schedules, and ensuring that enough resources are available for the move can be complex. Planning and communication are key to ensuring that everything runs smoothly.

Additionally, for larger moves, like those involving families with many belongings or apartment complexes, finding suitable transportation or volunteers can be a challenge. However, many communities have adapted to these challenges by establishing systems to coordinate efforts, like dedicated online platforms or local moving groups

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Hassle-Free Relocation with the Best Long-Distance Movers

Relocating to a new state can be an overwhelming experience, especially when it comes to transporting furniture and belongings safely. Finding the best moving companies for interstate moves is crucial to ensure a smooth transition without unexpected delays or damage. Whether you're moving for work, family, or a fresh start, hiring long distance furniture movers can make all the difference.

Why Hire Professional Long-Distance Movers?

Long-distance moves involve more than just packing boxes and loading a truck. Unlike local relocations, interstate moves require careful planning, proper logistics, and compliance with state regulations. Professional movers offer a range of services, including packing, transportation, and unpacking, to ensure that your belongings reach your new home safely and on time.

Key Benefits of Hiring Experts for Your Move

Safe and Secure Transportation Moving large furniture pieces over long distances comes with risks of damage or loss. Experienced movers use high-quality packing materials and secure loading techniques to protect your valuables.

Stress-Free Moving Experience Handling a move on your own can be exhausting. By choosing a reliable moving company, you can focus on other aspects of your relocation while professionals manage the heavy lifting.

Insurance and Liability Protection Accidents can happen during a move. Reputable moving companies provide insurance coverage, giving you peace of mind that your items are financially protected.

Efficient and Timely Delivery Moving companies have the resources and expertise to ensure timely delivery of your belongings. This prevents delays and helps you settle into your new home faster.

How to Choose the Right Interstate Moving Company

Selecting the right movers requires careful research. Here are some tips to help you find the best fit for your relocation needs:

Check Customer Reviews – Online reviews and ratings can provide insights into a company's reliability and service quality.

Compare Quotes – Get estimates from multiple movers to find a service that fits your budget.

Verify Licensing and Insurance – Ensure the company is licensed and insured for interstate moves.

Ask About Additional Services – Some movers offer storage, specialty item handling, and packing assistance.

Making Your Move Smooth and Efficient

Planning ahead can make the entire moving process easier. Start by decluttering your home and organizing your belongings to reduce unnecessary moving costs. Label your boxes clearly to make unpacking more manageable. Additionally, communicating with your movers about specific requirements can help prevent last-minute surprises.

When you're ready to relocate, choosing one of the best moving companies for interstate moves ensures a hassle-free transition. Trusting long distance furniture movers with your relocation can save you time, effort, and unnecessary stress. With careful planning and the right moving partner, you can enjoy a seamless move to your new home.