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adollwritesblog · 3 months ago

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Edit: I just want to start with saying that nothing about this has to do with OP and I don't want to attack anyone. As with Southpauz, I too am not okay right now and needed to breathe out my opinion. Most people support progressive ballots and measures. Even 57% of people who voted in FLORIDA wanted to bring back abortion rights (https://www.nytimes.com/2024/11/05/us/florida-abortion-ballot-measure.html) . Progressive policies were popular all across the nation (on abortion: https://www.npr.org/2022/05/06/1096676197/7-persistent-claims-about-abortion-fact-checked) (on minimum wage: https://www.pewresearch.org/short-reads/2021/04/22/most-americans-support-a-15-federal-minimum-wage/) (on medicare for all: https://www.citizen.org/article/public-support-for-medicare-for-all/). Hell, most people support trans folks!!! (https://www.pewresearch.org/social-trends/2022/06/28/americans-complex-views-on-gender-identity-and-transgender-issues/)

Kamala Harris did not convey any of her progressive policies to her voters. She was cowardly and her messaging was extremely ineffective.

When asked about trans rights, she said "We should follow the law" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbVPee2UdJk) .

"When asked about Palestine, she said, "Isreal has the right to defend itself" (https://theweek.com/politics/kamala-harris-israel-gaza-policy).

When asked about immigration, she said, "Protect the border" (https://www.nbcnews.com/investigations/trump-harris-border-wall-arizona-rusting-2021-rcna173094).

In saying all of this ridiculous "centrist" shit, she LOST 20 million votes (Biden got 81 million votes, Harris got 60 million) (https://abcnews.go.com/Politics/wireStory/fact-focus-multimillion-vote-gap-2020-2024-fuels-115586026).

There is not a sudden change in what people believe in. For instance, most people do not want mass deportation (https://www.vox.com/2024-elections/379883/mass-deportations-trump-harris-polling-immigration-border) (when presented between granting citizenship and mass deportation, most people say citizenship). This might be surprising, given the candidate who won is a huge advocate for this, but the dems DID NOT PROVIDE AN ALTERNATIVE (see above). (Or, at least, they did not convey effectively that they were an alternative).

Whether you agree with people withholding their votes for whatever reason or not (I personally believe people should vote no matter what, but people will do what people will want to do), it is the job of the democratic party to work to earn their votes. On just about every issue, the Democrats were fucking abysmal in this front. The only economic policy that they would convey was the $50,000 for start-up small businesses, and most people don't give a rats fuck about that (https://www.forbes.com/sites/antoniopequenoiv/2024/09/04/harris-proposes-50000-small-business-tax-deduction-for-startup-expenses-heres-what-to-know/) (at least, I know I don't).

I understand that people are scared and frustrated. I am too. But the democratic party has been dropping the fucking ball for the past 12 years, ever since Obama, and I'm tired of people being blind to this. ESPECIALLY since the democrats keep pushing themselves further and further to the RIGHT. Already, they are discussing abandoning trans rights to appeal to the "centrist" voter (https://www.msnbc.com/opinion/msnbc-opinion/democrats-transgender-rights-harris-election-rcna179148).

The whole "vote-blue-no-matter-who" is idealistic and ruining the party because no body cares to hold these cowards accountable. And the media has also definitely fucked things up tremendously, I agree with that. All that the democrats did was run the "harm reduction" campaign, which is rarely an effective motivator to get people out to vote. My source for this is the way the democrats have used this strategy for the past 12 years and only barely eeked out Trump in 2020, (I think it was like 12,000 popular votes?) and that was mainly because of Trump's horrible mishandling of a global pandemic.

Most of Trump's policies are not popular. But Trump, unlike Harris, actually conveys a message to people, a message for change. The Dems keep trying to go for maintaining the current order, and NOBODY FUCKING WANTS THAT. WE WANT CHANGE!

I'm not mad at anyone who are feeling frustrated by everyone around them. It looks really scary right now, and I sympathize with that. But just please, please, please understand that it is the job of the democratic party to appeal to voters to get their votes, and when they don't do that, they fucking lose and we pay the price!! Leftists have every right to vote how they please, whether you agree with their views or not. Hopefully people will learn from this that bullying people into voting for your candidate is not effective and only stews resentment between groups with common interests. If you want leftists to vote for your candidate, give them policies that the candidate will do that will directly benefit their lives. The dems think they can abandon the left, but then they get less and less turn out. I'm sick and tired of people blaming leftists for having boundaries with politicians. The dems gambled not getting these votes, lost them, and lost the election. If the leftists are so necessary to win the election, do LITERALLY ANYTHING to get their votes.

It is time we stop blaming voters and start holding our representatives accountable for their stupidity and blindness.

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nickgerlich · 3 months ago

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Birds In The Air

CEOs and political candidates have a long history of making bold claims and predictions. They announce things as if they have all been cleared for take-off, when in fact they are still just a concept on paper. It’s not even to the status of half-baked, because it hasn’t even gone in the oven.

A good example is what Jeff Bezos, founder and former CEO of Amazon, said on 1st December 2013 in CBS’ 60 Minutes. He stated in an interview that Amazon would use small unmanned aerial vehicles—aka drones—to deliver small packages within 30 minutes, and that they would begin doing it within five years.

Naturally, this was a stop-the-car moment for practically everyone. It seemed like The Jetsons might be coming true. Pundits and critics alike weighed in, and rednecks everywhere promised to be using them for target practice. It’s just that—well—nothing happened, at least not for Amazon. One thing after another, including much-needed FAA clearance, kept interfering. It seemed as if the project would never get off the ground, quite literally.

Meanwhile, Walmart was busy testing its own drones, and secured FAA clearance to go into test mode in a few locations. Of course, drones are extremely limited in that they have a small range—usually 10 miles maximum—and there are weight considerations, proximity to airports with their controlled airspace, weather conditions, and darkness. Still, for what is called last-mile delivery, they offer a lot of promise, because they don’t have to follow the grid network of streets and highways, nor do they get stuck in traffic or at stop lights.

And just to show that the second mouse gets the cheese, Walmart has now zeroed in on Dallas as its biggest test yet. It has thus far delivered more than 30,000 packages by drone. If you know Dallas area traffic, you know that drone delivery is the silver bullet for remedying practically any problem that could occur.

The drone gently drops purchases to the ground using GPS, targeting a spot in the front yard. It’s just not feasible yet to drop a package under a covered porch right next to the front door, which, of course, could make it easy for porch pirates to grab and go from your yard. You better be home when the delivery is made, and can run outside ASAP.

Once Walmart works out any kinks, you can expect their drone delivery program to be rolled out into many large urban areas. It is not possible to do this in rural areas, of course, but then again, 90% of Americans live within 10 miles of a Walmart. On paper, Walmart could serve the vast majority of Americans this way.

So where is Amazon given Bezos’ bold proclamation? They’re still working on it, although minus any cheese. They just announced they are launching drone delivery in a Phoenix Arizona suburb, with more than 50,000 items available for delivery. Just like at Walmart, weight is limited to five pounds, shoppers can get only one product at a time, and there is an added fee for the service.

Amazon is using its new MK30 drone, and just passed a rigorous FAA testing period. The FAA has granted Amazon the privilege of flying its drone beyond line-of-sight, which is important for range. The company had previously launched drone service in College Station in 2022, and says it has delivered “thousands of items in less than an hour.”

While I am thrilled to see drone delivery finally be cleared, I am surprised how and why it took Amazon so long to get where it is today. For a company renowned for innovation, it has been regrettably slow, allowing Walmart to step in and steal its thunder.

The question is whether shoppers will take to it like they have other advances. The novelty factor certainly runs high, and initially would probably cause folks in the neighborhood to stop whatever they were doing just to see it happen. But drone delivery is for a very different kind of shopping, since it is limited to one item. That means impulse items, or the thing you forgot to get at the store but are now knee-deep in preparing a holiday feast. It does not replace a regular shopping trip, which can be accomplished in person, by curbside, or regular delivery.

It’s another one of those paradigm shifts we have to grapple with. Amazon birthed the idea, but Walmart has thus far taken the lead. Where it goes from here is TBD. And as for that bold statement by Bezos, he was only partially right. Drones have indeed entered the chat, but not exactly the way he envisioned. It’s up to Amazon now to fly a little farther, a little faster, than Walmart.

Just don’t get any bright ideas about shooting one down.

Dr “It’s A Bird, It’s A Plane!” Gerlich

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#marketing #retail #drones #Amazon #Walmart

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sunaleisocial · 6 months ago

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First NASA-Supported Researcher to Fly on Suborbital Rocket

New Post has been published on https://sunalei.org/news/first-nasa-supported-researcher-to-fly-on-suborbital-rocket/

First NASA-Supported Researcher to Fly on Suborbital Rocket

For the first time, a NASA-funded researcher will fly with their experiment on a commercial suborbital rocket. The technology is one of two NASA-supported experiments, also known as payloads, funded by the agency’s Flight Opportunities program that will launch aboard Blue Origin’s New Shepard suborbital rocket system on a flight test no earlier than Thursday, Aug. 29.

The researcher-tended payload, from the University of Florida in Gainesville, seeks to understand how changes in gravity during spaceflight affect plant biology. Researcher Rob Ferl will activate small, self-contained tubes pre-loaded with plants and preservative to biochemically freeze the samples at various stages of gravity. During the flight, co-principal investigator Anna-Lisa Paul will conduct four identical experiments as a control. After the flight, Ferl and Paul will examine the preserved plants to study the effect of gravity transitions on the plants’ gene expression. Studying how changes in gravity affect plant growth will support future missions to the Moon and Mars.

The university’s flight test was funded by a grant awarded through the Flight Opportunities program’s TechFlights solicitation with additional support from NASA’s Division of Biological and Physical Sciences. This experiment builds on NASA’s long history of supporting plant research and aims to accelerate the pace and productivity of space-based research.

The other Flight Opportunities supported payload is from HeetShield, a small business in Flagstaff, Arizona. Two new thermal protection system materials will be mounted to the outside of New Shepard’s propulsion module to assess their thermal performance in a relevant environment, since conditions will be similar to planetary entry. After the flight, HeetShield will analyze the structure of the materials to determine how they were affected by the flight.

Flight Opportunities, within NASA’s Space Technology Mission Directorate, facilitates demonstration of technologies for space exploration and the expansion of space commerce through suborbital testing with industry flight providers. Through various mechanisms, the program funds flight tests for internal and external technology payloads.

To learn more, visit: https://www.nasa.gov/space-technology-mission-directorate/

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starstwinkleplanetsshine · 6 months ago

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Daughter of the Sea

Chapter 2: I Talk to a Horse (Read on AO3 here)

The first thing I heard when I reached the other side was a man’s voice, deep and kind.

“Well now what do we have here?”

I coughed and shook as much soot off as I could. “Hello,” my voice was small and raspy, “I’m Angie.”

“And what are you doing in my fireplace, Angie?”

It was then that I realized I wasn’t speaking to a man.

“Why are you half a horse?” The words tumbled out before I could consider they might be rude��I was having a bit of a rough day. The horse-man just laughed.

“A fair question, but I believe I asked you one first.”

I shifted uncomfortably, the weight of my backpack heavy on my shoulders. “I was, umm, sent here. I think. A monster attacked me and then my mom threw bread in our fireplace and said I was special and then I stood in the fireplace, which I thought was crazy but it actually didn’t burn me, and now…I’m here.”

He looked at me as if none of that was surprising in the least, which terrified me.

“A monster, you say? Tell me more, please.”

I did as he asked and told him everything, and as I spoke his tail twitched and his eyebrows knit together. He had a kind face with wide eyes that looked as old as time. In the silence after I finished speaking, I began to rack my brain for Greek myths about centaurs.

“It is odd that a Kindly One was sent after you, and what she said is definitely troubling. Why would Hades take an interest in you?” He began to pace slightly, and he was speaking as if he forgot I was in the room.

“I can assure you, this creature was not kind , and—wait, did you say Hades?” My blood felt like it turned to ice.

“Oh dear,” he turned back to me, as if remembering I was still there. “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh I’m well past scared.”

The centaur sighed. “Of course you are.” He walked closer to me, his hooves echoing on the wooden floor. “Let me start at the beginning. Welcome to Camp Half Blood. You’re currently in New York, Long Island Sound.” My jaw flew open. How had I traveled all the way across the country in a matter of seconds? The centaur smiled slightly, his eyes twinkling. “Where did you come from, Angie?”

“Tucson, Arizona.” He nodded.

“I’ve been to Tucson, although it was a while ago. A lovely place—just not in the summer.”

I cracked a smile for the first time since emerging from the fireplace. “It’s very dry at home.”

“Yes.” He considered me for a moment. “Now may I ask, how did you receive the Blessing of Hestia?”

“The what?” He nodded again, like he was putting pieces together.

“That’s how you were able to travel here so quickly. Hestia is Goddess of the Hearth, among other things, and is able to grant blessings to those she deems very special to travel from one hearth to another. Did your mother tell you anything about that?”

I shook my head. “She kinda just did the ritual and told me to go. She said it was the only way to keep me safe, and that everything would make sense once I got here. She told me she couldn't come because she’s mortal.” The last word felt strange in my mouth, but the man didn’t seem thrown by anything I said to him.

“Interesting.” He was quiet for a long moment. “I’ll have to speak to the Lady herself, I have a feeling��” he stopped himself and his tail swished again, which reminded me of how strange this interaction was. “May I ask—do you know if the woman who sent you here, your mom, gave birth to you?”

“No, she didn't.” I couldn't see why this mattered, and my voice instinctively got defensive. “I’m adopted. Why do you need to know?”

“Just wondering…” his tone was still even, and something about that calmed me down. “You remind me of someone, that's all.”

“Oh…” I looked around and studied the grain of the hardwood floor.

“I’ll go find someone to show you around, please excuse me while I attend to some business.” He started to walk out of the room and then stopped and turned back. “Where are my manners? I’m Chiron, Activities Director here at Camp. Sorry about that, I’ve been unusually distracted as of late. Things are, well…” he sighed, and I noticed how sad his eyes were. “This is strange timing.” He attempted a smile before walking out of the room, leaving me alone and confused, soot still tickling my nose.

Before long, a girl entered through the open wooden doorway. She was probably my same age, a little shorter, with her dark red hair in one braid down her back. She had blue eyes and a kind smile, and carried the confidence of someone much older than her. She spoke cheerily as she walked up to me.

“Hi! I’m Cadence Hayes, nice to meet you.” There was a lilt to her voice that was beautiful and very easy to listen to.

“I’m Angie.” I watched as the girl noticed my charcoal-coated clothes. “I’m new.”

“I know.” She said with a laugh, “That’s why Chiron asked me to show you around!” She grabbed the handle of my suitcase and walked out of the room. “Follow me.” She led me out of the room through a maze of hallways and finally out into the sunlight. “That’s the Big House.” She gestured to the building we had emerged from. It was, indeed, big, and blue.

When I turned back, my breath caught at the view.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” I forgot she was there for a moment, completely enraptured in the beauty before me.

The Big House sat on a hill, and the valley below it glimmered in the golden, late evening sun. I could see large strawberry fields, a dense forest, cabins that were designed with all sorts of styles, a shimmering lake, and all the way out as far as my eyes could see, the Sound stretched out into the ocean.

The water was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and the valley was the most green I'd ever seen in real life. I had never seen the ocean before, and the sight of it put me in a trance. I felt tears in my eyes and that tugging in my gut returned, as if every fiber of my being was willing me toward the water, telling me to run to the blue depths. Growing up in the desert, it's easy to forget that large bodies of water actually exist , and that other places in the world aren't just sand and dust. The sight overwhelmed me, and I felt like I could stand on that hill and stare until the sun dipped below the horizon.

“Moving on!” I wouldn’t have followed Cadence if she hadn’t been holding my suitcase hostage.

We wound down dirt paths that led into the valley, passing an open-air dining pavilion with white marble columns and marble tables. We walked by archery ranges, training courses, and the deadliest rock-climbing wall I’d ever seen. Wherever we went, kids in orange T-shirts and full Greek battle armor jogged past, holding all sorts of weapons. No one was laughing or smiling, and if they were talking to each other, it was in hushed, serious tones.

The air was tense, and even I could tell.

“What’s going on?” I asked as a tall blonde girl rushed past with a bow over her shoulder, a full quiver on her back.

Cadence pursed her lips and looked around nervously.

“Things have been tense for awhile, but now it's worse than ever. We’re on the brink of war.” She said this so matter-of-factly that I almost didn’t process it fully.

“Did you say war?”

She nodded. “It’s complicated, but basically the Lord of the Titans is trying to destroy the gods and everything associated with them. To make it worse, a former camper helped resurrect him and some more half-bloods joined his army because they felt abandoned by the gods—oh look! A rainbow!” She pointed to the strawberry fields where a beautiful, full rainbow had suddenly materialized.

“Oh,” I felt like I had whiplash. “Is that what Chiron meant when he said my coming was ‘strange timing’?”

“Hmm, maybe. Chiron says a lot of things that are hard to understand.” She turned from the rainbow to look at me again. “You’ll get used to it.”

She brought me to an open clearing ringed by twelve large cabins, each decorated uniquely. In the middle stood two imposing structures with marble columns in the traditional Greek style, the one on the right carved with beautiful etchings of peacocks.

“Are those two for Zeus and Hera?”

Cadence smiled, seeming impressed. “Very good! Each of the twelve cabins is for the Twelve Olympians, and their children stay in their parents' cabin.” Some of them were beautiful, neat, and decorated with flowers and vines. Others I wanted to stay far away from. As I was looking at all of them, a breeze blew past, causing the door to the cabin just to the left of Zeus’ to swing open. The wind was cool and slightly salty, and immediately my senses were flooded with images of the ocean I had just seen. I felt my nerves calm and a smile spread across my face. I could hear a trickle of water coming from the now-open door, and I wanted to know more about that cabin.

“What’s that amazing smell?”

Cadence looked confused, “What smell? Maybe you’re getting whiffs of the flowers from Demeter’s cabin?”

I shook my head, “It smells salty…like the sea.” I didn’t know how I knew that, since I had never actually smelled the sea before.

“Maybe something’s coming from the Poseidon cabin.” Her voice had a hint of worry to it, and as she said the name of the Sea God, a tingling returned to my fingertips.

“Is it that one?” I pointed out the low, wooden cabin lined with seashells. The nautical wind chimes were blowing in the breeze, and I thought it was one of the best sounds I had ever heard. I had never been to the beach, but it looked just like the weather-worn structures you would expect to find there, if not a little run-down.

“Yup, that’s for children of Poseidon, although there aren’t many of those.”

“Is it empty?”

“No, there’s one son of Poseidon here.” Cadence’s face was a mixture of pride and concern. “His name is Percy Jackson, he’s on a quest right now.”

I told myself that the last name Jackson was very common, and it was just a coincidence we had the same one.

“A quest?”

“Usually, that's the only way to leave camp during the summer. A Hero’s Quest. You know, like Hercules and Jason and Odysseus. The gods will send demigods out to do something for them, and if they survive and succeed, they get glory and recognition. Kleos .” Somehow I knew that word was Ancient Greek, and I knew what it meant.

I nodded. “So, what’s Percy’s quest?”

She looked around like she was nervous, stepped close to me, and then spoke in a low voice, “It’s actually Annabeth Chase’s quest, but he and some others went into the Labyrinth, you know the story of the minotaur, right?” She waited for me to nod before continuing. “Word is that Kronos’ army is trying to attack Camp through the tunnels. Hopefully Percy and the others can find a way to stop them before that happens.” I swallowed hard, trying to understand. I hadn’t been here for more than an hour, but already the thought of something bad happening to this place made my heart sink.

“There might be an attack?”

Cadence nodded grimly. “That’s why everything’s so tense. This isn't the best time to come to Camp for the first time, but here you are!” She brightened her smile, and the sight of it actually lifted my spirits. “Don't worry, this place will feel like home in no time.” She gave me a half-hearted pat on the back and continued walking. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’ll stay while we wait for your godly parent to claim you.”

I followed her down the well-trodden footpaths, stealing one last look at the empty Poseidon cabin, the open door still swinging in the briney breeze.

She stopped in front of a beautiful, tall structure with Greek columns supporting a large open patio and a white shining house behind it. The roof looked to be made of actual gold, which gleamed in the sun, and over the door there was a mosaic of a handsome man in a chariot with the sun trailing behind him. As we got closer, a cacophony of sounds came pouring from the inside—everything from singing to various instruments to spoken word poetry to the sound of arrows bouncing off metal.

“I’m guessing this is the Apollo cabin?” Cadence beamed brighter than I had seen her before.

“You catch on quick! Yup, this is my cabin. Come on inside!” I followed through the patio and into the building, which was so much brighter than I thought it would be. Each of the walls was at least half glass, with beautiful stained-glass scenes that bathed the room in golden and colorful light. Immediately as I walked into the cabin there was a main room filled with well-worn couches that were strewn with more instruments than I’d ever seen in my life, only half of them being played at the moment, along with scripts, poetry books, and medical textbooks strewn about. At the back of the large room there was a long hallway, and I was about to ask what it was for when I saw about twenty arrows fly by the open door.

“Makeshift archery range, make sure you enter through the far door to the right.” I hadn’t noticed Cadence was watching me, a delighted smile on her face.

“Is that safe?”

She shrugged, “All the healers are in this cabin anyways, so it's usually fine.” I took in the chaos around me, and noticed that none of the other campers seemed to pay any mind. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like an outsider. For the first time in my life, I began to wonder if I finally found the place I belonged.

Cadence continued talking as she led me to an empty bunk. “Apollo is the god of many things, so his children have a lot of talents. Archery, healing, music, poetry, drama, dance, the sun…to name a few.”

“Does anyone here actually have sun powers?” I didn’t even know what those could be, but Cadence just smirked.

“They’re very rare, but yes. Stella Marberry can control sunlight, it's actually very cool to see.” I glanced around the room again, soaking it all in and looking at the few campers in a different light. All of them had special talents, supernatural abilities given to them by a literal god. I wondered who my parent could be, hoping silently that it would be Apollo, although I didn’t think I had any of his gifts. I sang well enough, but maybe not good enough to have the god of music as my dad. “You can leave your stuff here, this is where you’ll stay for now.” I gratefully plopped my backpack onto the heavy bunk, rubbing at my shoulders, and I noticed a slight shift in Cadence’s demeanor. She looked around as if she didn’t want the other kids to see what was going on, and when she turned back to me, she spoke quietly, “Usually the New and Unclaimed kids stay in the Hermes cabin, but I asked Chiron if you could stay here for now. I just think, with everything going on—”

Just then, a sound filled the room, almost like a horn, and all the kids started to get up and move towards the door. I shot Cadence a questioning look.

“Dinner time!” Was all she said as she quickly filed out of the room behind her siblings. I followed her excitedly, I didn’t realize how hungry I was, but at the mention of food, my stomach started growling.

As we got outside, I could see lines of campers flowing out of the other cabins, streaming in from the strawberry fields, and pouring out of the various training grounds. Once we got to the dining pavilion, I noticed that there weren't just kids at this camp. I had to stop myself from staring at the different mythological creatures. I recognized satyrs, nymphs, and dryads from my bedtime stories. None of the other campers seemed to pay them any mind, some even talking to them like they were old friends. I wondered how long it took them to get used to it all.

I thought dinner was somewhere I would finally be able to relax—how different could eating be, right?---but I was wrong. It started with a magic cup that Cadence told me I could ask to be filled with anything I liked. When I wished for Dr. Pepper, it appeared, and for a couple minutes I was too shocked to drink it. Then, when the food came out, she had to physically stop me from shoveling the ribs into my mouth.

“You have to wait!”

“What, do you say grace or something?” She chuckled and then began to stand up with the rest of the table.

“Kinda. Just follow me and do what I do.”

I followed her to a big, open fire pit in the middle of the pavilion, and watched as the campers before me scraped a portion of their plate into the fire. And it wasn’t just any portion, but the best portion. I figured I had better do the same, and I tried to listen to what the other kids were mumbling as they did it, but it wasn’t until Cadence went right before me that I actually made out the words.

“For Apollo.” She said, and as her ripest strawberry hit the flames, a scent of a warm spring meadow floated over her.

When it was my turn, I froze.

“What do I say? I don’t know who my parent is.”

“That’s alright, you can make an offering to all of the gods by saying, ‘to the gods’.”

“Okay.” I scraped off a portion of the rib that I had almost shoveled into my mouth minutes ago. “To the gods.” When the meat hit the flames, they grew higher and hotter, and the faint scent of the sea washed over me again. No one else seemed to notice, though, and I followed Cadence back to the table.

“So do you do that every time you eat?”

She nodded as she dug into her strawberries.

“Yup, as a thank you to our parents. Some of the Half-bloods think our godly parents are lousy, and sometimes they are, by mortal standards, but they also give us a lot of blessings. Most demigods have special gifts, and all of us are hardwired to be excellent in battle. You have to look a bit harder, but the gods do care, even if they show it in unique ways.” She turned back to her plate, leaving me to consider her words.

So far, I didn’t feel like my godly parent was all that great. They hadn’t even claimed me, whatever that meant, and both them and my mortal parent had abandoned me as a child. I ate the rest of my meal in silence, watching the campers around me.

After dinner, it was time for a bonfire, which the Apollo kids were very excited about. They led me down to a huge fire pit that contained the largest place for a campfire I’d ever seen and plenty of seating around it in concentric circles. I sat there as Cadence’s siblings led the campers in a few songs, told a few stories, and did their best to boost camp morale. And while the mood did lighten some, evident by the apparently magical camp fire that reflected the mood of the campers, an air of tension still hung over everyone. I found myself staring into the flames, which I had done a lot that day, since I didn’t know many of the songs. And again, I could've sworn I saw a woman with glowing eyes looking back at me, and this time she was smiling. No one else seemed to notice her, though, so I just looked away and told myself I was crazy. When I looked back again, she was gone, and I decided I was officially losing my mind.

After about an hour, the Apollo kids wrapped up the campfire and everyone slowly made their way back to their cabins. Cadence was one of the last people out, so I waited on a bench until she was done reassuring a younger Apollo kid that they hadn’t been pitchy during one of their solos. When she walked back over to me, she wasn’t alone. A tall, blond, handsome kid that I guessed was a year or two younger than me was with her and he smiled at me as they approached.

“Angie, this is Will. He’s a good friend of mine, and he’ll be the person you go to for help whenever I’m not around.” I shook Will’s hand and gave him a smile.

“Why won't you be around?” I had met a few of the other campers, and they were nice enough, but Cadence was the only person I felt safe around so far.

“I work in the infirmary most nights. I actually have to go start my shift now, which is why I asked Will to look out for you. Don’t worry, he’s almost as capable as I am.” She gave her half-brother a wicked grin and he rolled his eyes playfully in protest.

“When it comes to this I just might be more capable. You’re gonna be late, Cady. Run along.” He patted her shoulder and she nodded before smiling back at me.

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I followed Will back to the cabins, and it’s a good thing too, because I definitely would have gotten lost on my own. He made small talk on the way, and I quickly decided I liked him.

He was kind, genuine, and gentle, which was a relief since I wasn’t used to being around many caring kids, much less guys. When we got back to Cabin Seven, as Will called it, he led me to my bunk and then said goodnight, disappearing into the crowd. Now that it was nighttime and all the kids were in one place, I noticed how crowded the room was. I didn’t know how many people were in the other cabins, but I thought Apollo must have one of the highest number of children. I remembered the words Cadence said to me earlier at dinner, and as I crawled into the only empty bunk in the room, I wondered if the sun god knew all of them by name and if he actually cared about them.

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The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was feeling a small tear run down my cheek and pool in my ear.

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GOVERNMENT BUSINESS SUPPOR

(CHÍNH PHỦ HỖ TRỢ DOANH NGHIỆP)

Dr Le van Tu-08/02/2024

(31/01/2024, Julianne Culey)

I read GOVERNMENT BUSINESS SUPPOR tauthored by Julianne Culey

Julianne is the Assistant Director of the Reynolds Center with expertise in marketing and communications and holds a master's in Sociology from Arizona State University.

The government gets a lot of flack from businesses for not being ‘pro-business’, especially in election cycles. In reality, the government does a lot to help support large and small businesses alike. Here are some of the ways the government gets involved that should be included in the conversation with business owners when discussing the financial health of their business.

That's right. In fact, the government, because its operating budget mainly depends on the resources of businesses and people, but mainly collects taxes from businesses.

The government always favors ways to help businesses, complete production and business tasks, and be able to pay taxes to the government.

Any year there is a loss of tax revenue, that year will affect the government's operating budget.

Julianne Culey continued writing: One of the most common ways the government assists the business world is by providing tax incentives and breaks for businesses that meet certain criteria, both on a federal and state level.

For example, Arizona’s Commerce Authority demonstrates 13 ways businesses can receive tax relief. This includes tax credits for quality job creation , sales tax exemptions on manufacturing equip ment , and tax credits for hiring individuals from targeted groups . All of these are ways companies can reduce their overhead costs.

Julianne Culey writing:Some programs give tax breaks for companies that use renewable energy . Others focus on giving relief after natural disasters. Then there is the common deduction for charitable donations that a lot of companies use.

Currently in the world, companies using renewable energy receive incentives from the government.

The government's maximum efforts that we will not see such as relief from natural disasters such as floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanoes. Businesses that do a lot of charity work will also be given incentives by the government.

The article talks about grants and loans: In addition to tax breaks and incentives, the government hands out subsidies in the form of cash grants, like the ones given to farmers for decades to help control the supply and demand of essential crops – especially, but not limited to, corn. Common industries the government subsidizes are oil, agriculture, housing, automobiles, and health care.

The government can also help businesses that have trouble qualifying for bank loans by guaranteeing a portion of the loan to the lender, increasing the likelihood one is awarded. The government has ten loan programs primarily aimed at small businesses.

The government has many lending programs mainly aimed at small businesses. The government requests the state bank and other commercial banks to reduce interest rates to promote production and business activities. Developing production will control inflation.

This is a problem that many governments must always pay attention to because an economy with high inflation will weaken the entire social life and people.

In terms of government contracts, the article refers to the government completing large public works or other construction projects, with the government often hiring private enterprises as contractors.

This is very correct, creating a level playing field between private enterprises and state-owned enterprises.

This article mentions many concerns and practical subsidy actions of the government for businesses.

However, there is another very important activity that the author says very little about: supporting consumption and sales.

Currently, the global economy is weakening, so the government must pay attention to supporting sales, how to sell products, and how to avoid inventory.

Many countries are experiencing product and goods stagnation; Consumers and customers are few, sellers are many.

Sales support is extremely important in the current period. We need to pay attention, especially the government must prioritize output for businesses. especially businesses with too large stagnant inventories.

In summary, through this article, the author has mentioned a lot about government subsidies. However, I further propose that the government must pay attention to supporting the sales and consumption of products.

Purchasing power has dropped sharply and we need to do programs and activities to stimulate demand.

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The Right-to-Repair Debate in Congress

By Taylor Trenta, Calvin University Class of 2025

August 18, 2023

Throughout 2023, there has been an uptick in attention granted to the concept of right-to-repair, especially with technology and auto parts. In 2022, Governor Kathy Hochul of New York signed the Digital Fair Repair Act, then saying New York was the “first state in the nation to guarantee the right to repair.” Many states followed, leading to attention throughout 2023. [1] Throughout the summer, a panel of experts made the case to dismantle right-to-repair restrictions on a Congressional level. [2] The group argues that consumers should have access to cheaper and more accessible part replacements and services, rather than only the original manufacturers. [2]

According to Nathan Proctor, a campaign director at the U.S. Public Interest Research Group, TV and radio repair shops have been replaced in a push towards replacements and repairs from the manufacturer. He said: “We've been pushed into this... How did we wake up in a world where changing a battery was too dangerous to do? They benefit from us not having that power.” [1] While this is becoming a more prevalent problem, powerful technology producers have led to this for decades. For instance, the 1998 Digital Millennium Copyright Act expanded protections for code in the growing market of software embedded products. [1] Darrell Issa, who chairs the House Judiciary Committee’s intellectual property panel, said during the July hearing: “Let there be no doubt that the right to repair the product that you have purchased is a fundamental principle... and individuals and businesses should not under any circumstances have any doubt as to where the bright lines are in their rights.” [2] One key roadblock in accessing data for necessary repairs is Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act; this prevents consumers from working around technological safeguards due to their copyright. The intention was to prevent piracy. However, this prevents users from accessing some aspects of repair manuals, which some say reaches beyond the scope of the law. [2]

In March, Michigan Attorney General Dana Nessel worked with 28 other attorneys general to call upon the 118th Congress to pass Right-to-Repair legislation; in this movement, the coalition targeted automobiles, agriculture equipment, and electronic equipment. [3] With this, the purpose is also to keep small businesses competitive against closed systems that Original Equipment Manufacturers (OEMs) favor. [3] Nessel stated: “The monopoly on repairs hurts consumers...Original Equipment Manufacturers restrict competition for repair services by limiting the availability of parts, making diagnostic software unavailable, or using adhesives that make parts difficult to replace, all of which can result in higher product and repair prices. I stand with my colleagues in asking Congress to pass Right-to-Repair legislation that not only protects consumers, but protects the laborers and farmers who help build and feed our nation.” [3] The letter sent in by this group included attorneys general of Alaska, Arizona, California, Connecticut, Delaware, District of Columbia, Guam, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Minnesota, Nevada, New Mexico, Northern Mariana Islands, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Vermont, Washington, and Wisconsin. [3] The group also encouraged Congress to consider three major pieces of proposed legislation that received support, but were never passed: The Fair Repair Act, the SMART Act, and the REPAIR Act. [3]

From the University of Michigan, Professor Aaron Perzanowski testified on the concept of right-to-repair before the House Judiciary Subcommittee on Courts, Intellectual Property, and the Internet. [4] In regard to Section 1201, Perzanowski stated, “Section 1201 of the DMCA makes it practically impossible for consumers to exercise their lawful right to repair a wide range of devices, from tractors to home electronics, even though the copyright office says those activities are non-infringing.” [2] With his testimony, he emphasized the gravity of the situation: “The right to repair is a longstanding principle, reflected in both personal property and IP law. Without it, the fundamental notion of ownership—of our cars, our communications devices, our home appliances—is under threat. Safeguarding that right to repair is a complex legal problem that has no single solution. Beyond IP law, it presents questions of antitrust, consumer protection, and contract law, among others. Nonetheless, by addressing the ways in which IP law interferes with rights of Americans to fix the things they buy, Congress is positioned to help maintain and restore this core right of property owners.” [4]

During the same July 18th House of Representatives’ Subcommittee on Courts, Intellectual Property and the Internet, most shared the perspective of Perzanowski. However, Devlin Hartline from the Hudson Institute’s Forum for Intellectual Property said: “The right-to-repair movement isn’t based on a preexisting right; it’s instead asking lawmakers to create a new right at the expense of the existing rights of IP owners.” [5] Even those who support the right-to-repair movement noted some concerns over safety; in the food and auto industries, Perzanowski said this type of Intellectual Property law is not always the right way to go. However, these risks of flawed production are present even with the original manufacturer. [5]

With this increase in attention, other members of Congress have looked to introduce legislation against other barriers. One bill looks to shorten the enforcement period for patents on some auto parts. Another bill proposed by Neal Dunn in February also hopes to prevent auto manufacturers from hiding data that would enable replacement parts to be manufactured. [2] While this issue is not yet resolved, the debate over the right-to-repair will likely continue to gain momentum throughout the country.

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Taylor Trenta is a pre-law student at Calvin University, located in Grand Rapids, Michigan. She is currently studying history and economics as an Honors Scholars student.

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[1] Clark, Peter Allen. (January 23, 2023). “Flood of “right to repair” bills signals DIY watershed.” Axios. AxiosFlood of "right to repair" bills signals watershed moment for movementThe “Right to Repair” movement championing owners' freedom to fix everything from smartphones to tractors is set for a landmark new year,....Jan 23, 2023.

[2] Weiss, Benjamin S. (July 18, 2023). “Congress takes on ‘right to repair’ consumer reforms.” Courthouse News. Courthouse News ServiceCongress takes on 'right to repair' consumer reformsLawmakers want federal copyright law amended so that third parties can access the parts and data necessary to repair cars, electronics and....4 weeks ago.

[3] Michigan Gov. (March 28, 2023). “AG Nessel Joins Coalition Urging Congress to Pass Right-To-Repair Legislation.” Michigan Gov. https://www.michigan.gov/ag/news/press-releases/2023/03/28/ag-nessel-joins-coalition-urging-congress-to-pass-right-to-repair-legislation.

[4] Needham, Bob. (August 7, 2023). “Perzanowski Testifies at Congressional Subcommittee on Right to Repair.” Michigan Law.

https://michigan.law.umich.edu/news/perzanowski-testifies-congressional-subcommittee-right-repair.

[5] McDermott, Eileen. (July 18, 2023). “House IP Subcommittee Mulls Copyright and Design Patent Revisions Amid Right-to-Repair Debate.” IP Watchdog.

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Discovering Prescott, Arizona and the Real Estate Opportunities with West USA Realty: A Comprehensive Guide

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Request: @iawaythrown Avengers x Teen reader. The reader is a brilliant engineer, that makes (grade A+) battle armor & weapons. The Vulture and the reader works together by selling these illegal armor & weapons. (The Vulture even gives the reader profit because the reader lives alone) The reader learns at school (The R is the quiet/loner kid) about Vulture getting arrested and they soon decide to leave New York and disappear. They grab all their money and leave but is followed/arrested by Tony and Peter at the reader house. They learn that the Vulture snitched on him. Ending could be up to you.

Pairing: Vulture / Iron Man / Spider-man x Teen!Reader

Warnings: Illegal work.

Word count: 1829

A/N: Sorry it took so long! / Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Anything could happen in New York City. A place that never slept, that was always awake at all hours, where criminals and children went everywhere hand in hand. Everything was hidden, but also in plain sight, if you knew where to look. Its streets were a labyrinth, but they always led to a way out, everything had an end. Its neighbourhoods were small communities distributed by culture or social status, but that did not prevent them from relating to each other. A teenager raised in Queens might have different limitations than one raised in the Upper East Side, but it all depends on the person. What I mean is, you never know what your life is going to be like in New York City.

Your mind was in constant operation, even if you wanted it to, it never stopped, it never rested, in a millisecond the thought passed through it 'when was the last time I slept'. You were in a hangar near the Harlem docks, this lucrative activity occupied a large part of your free time after high school, taking up your weekends as well. You could call it 'extracurricular activity' or also 'gainful employment', or maybe a combination of both, after all you were improving your engineering skills and earning money for it.

You had been enrolled in that new business for more than five months, your expectations for the future had changed, now you weren't so sure if going to university was what you really wanted. You were not driven by the easy money, what you were doing was much more than that, it was money, knowledge and all the adrenaline possible to do something legally binding. All the talent that you thought would be wasted and that you had never been valued was now being used to do something else, to be someone in the world, even if it was in the hidden world.

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The first project you did was an improvement to his exo-suit, he had been working on it for years, but for reasons you didn't know he didn't want to tell you who had helped him make it, he just told you that you had everything you needed at your disposal and that he wanted to see what you could be able to do, and so he did.

Since that day the small business you had in your hands had evolved, Toomes was in charge of the public-facing transactions, and you were hidden away carrying the full weight of engineering. But that didn't mean that when you went back out on the streets you became a normal teenager again.

On a Monday like any other Monday, New York City was glowing in the sunlight. On the drive to school we went over in a steady stream what we had studied for the maths exam you had in the fourth period, although it was really something you had passed a long time ago. You kept yourself hidden under a pair of headphones, listening for anything that would prevent you from interacting with people. Your day-to-day actions when you walked through that door were mechanical. You walked thirty-three steps down the main corridor, turned right, twenty-seven steps to your locker, entered code 5432, opened it and took your books, dropped off your lunch, closed it again and headed for your class, trying not to bump into anyone who crossed your path. That, day after day.

But that day, that second between songs, when your ears came back to the real world you heard a word "Vulture". Your senses quickly focused on the conversation that group of girls were having, you stopped the music and without looking at them you sharpened your hearing.

"My cousin just sent me the video," one of them said, showing her mobile phone to the others. "He was arrested tonight, on the Harlem waterfront. Isn't Spider-man cool?"

"Wow!" exclaims one.

"I can't believe the Vulture is Liz's dad," adds another girl. "By the way does anyone know anything about her?"

That conversation caused a pang inside you. You quickly, but as calmly as possible, closed your locker and headed in the opposite direction of the entire student body, heading back outside. You knew what this meant, your mind had explored various scenarios about the possible events that could happen if the FBI or anyone else discovered you. You knew what you had to do, how to do it and where to go, you had created a plan in your head. You didn't trust Adrian to take all the blame and you would come out of the situation unscathed, you were a minor and could always appeal to a corrupt situation, but that wasn't your style either.

Step by step you were fulfilling your plan, the first thing was to erase any traces that implicated you in those events, you had to go home and get rid of everything you had in your possession that implicated you, both physically and virtually, then it would be better for you to disappear for some time, you had plenty of money to do so and you knew that your family would not care too much where you were.

You went into the house, you had hours ahead of you until one of your parents returned. You went to your room and began to tidy up every gadget or item on your bed that connected you to the crime. It took you very little time compared to how long it took you to erase your fingerprints from the virtual world, it was obvious that you kept your figure hidden under a pseudonym, but every weapon or armour that the FBI had confiscated had your fingerprint on it, a fingerprint that could lead them to you.

The hours passed, you knew that sooner or later your parents were going to walk through the door, time was running out for you to catch a bus out of that city. You opted to pack up your things, leave that note and continue erasing data during the long trip to Arizona, but it was too late. A loud noise from the hallway alerted you that your time had come to an end.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you know what they say about sometimes you have to run before you walk?" Iron Man appeared before your eyes. "Too slow."

The armour that stood before you cut off your main passage to the exit, though you knew in your gut that there was little you could do against it without outside help. Slowly you reached inside your backpack and pulled out one of your unfinished projects, a laser that fired a powerful beam at the armour. That mere distraction allowed you to turn around and head inside your bedroom with the intention of climbing out of your window and down the fire escape, however as you were about to do so a body burst through the window, launching a slimy mass that stuck you to the wall of your room. In front of you Iron Man and Spider-man, both staring at you, and you feeling the most vulnerable being at that moment.

"Wow!" Spider-Man picked up the laser from the floor. "This is cool! What kind of energy does it work with?"

"Hey kid! Put that down," his ally informed him. "Okay, do you know why we're here?" he asked waiting for an answer that never came. "Not very talkative, I understand, I was going to explain it to you anyway, do you know Adrian Toomes? I guess so, at least he knows you, he gave your name." your face hardened. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't be that surprised."

You remained impassive, listening to his every word and trying to form a plan in your head that would help you escape the situation.

"Listen, I have no intention of selling you out to the police," suddenly the Iron Man suit vanished, revealing the figure of Tony Stark before your eyes. "I admire you, I really do, well I don't mean I admire that you joined a group of criminals and created technologically enhanced weapons and sold them, but I admire your skills.

"Isn't that what you've done?" you finally interjected, responding to her retorts.

"Oh! She speaks!" he pointed at you, looking at Spider-man. "Good point. But to the point, you decide, you either come with us and decide to join the good side, or we leave you here for your parents to find you, explain everything that's happened and then to the police. You decide. The clock is ticking."

Your mind was reactivated again, it was clear that there were two options and only one of them was within your prospects. It might take you a while to forgive yourself for what you were going to do next, but it was your only way out. You nodded slowly and clenched your jaw tightly as you surrendered to those in front of you.

"Good choice," Tony said with a nod as Spider-man released you from those webs that had invaded your body.

From down the hall you heard the front door open and two people walked in, engaged in conversation, your parents. Your eyes widened exponentially.

"Just in time," Tony said. "See you later, kid. And you and I," he looked at you, "are going to explain to your parents about the September Foundation Grant."

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sweet creature (egd)

ethan hates when he has to leave you for even a few days, so when he gets back, he has a little surprise planned

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warnings/tags: fluff, and then some smut to round it out WOO we goin through it today ladies and gents, harry styles (music) is involved :)

dedicated to my bruna bby ( @ethanhes ) who is so strong and the sweetest girly I know. I love you!!

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Like hell you were gonna make another trip - you slid the last grocery bag onto your arm, ignoring how they were digging into your skin as you started your walk into the house. If anyone had watched you try to navigate your way in the door, it probably would have been quite the sight. But you succeeded, emerging into an empty kitchen, heaving the heavy bags up onto the counter.

Usually, you’d yell down the hall, summon the boys to help you unpack. But it would be futile - no one was home. Not even Sterling was around - the three of them were off on Wakeheart business, at the factory in Arizona where everything was actually produced so they could approve all the candle production.

You’d gotten a few pictures from the trip - bright colorful sunsets, Grayson and Sterling smiling from across the table at breakfast. But your favorites were the stupid little selfies he kept sending. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.

Another snapchat from Ethan, this time of him with a metal straw trapped between his teeth and big smile on his face. Adorable, as always.

cold brew mood. miss you x was the caption that flitted across the screen. You screenshotted it just in time. The next buzz was a text from him.

why you screenshot

cause you looked cute

send me one back, I miss you

You rolled your eyes at that, deciding to make him wait for a minute while you started to put the groceries away. You’d only unpacked two bags before your phone buzzed again.

hey

show me ur face

omg gimme a minute 😂

im putting away the obscene amount of oat milk I just bought

DID THEY HAVE THE GOOD KIND

yep. bought three cartons

holy shit I love you

gray says he loves you too

but I love you more

You sent him a quick snapchat to appease him, unsurprised when you got the notification that he’d screenshotted it. He always got like this when he was away - even more clingy than usual, constantly wanting to communicate with you somehow. You had to admit, you loved the idea that you were always on his mind when he wasn’t with you, even if it did mean you felt like you were constantly on your phone.

what else are you doing today?

idk might lay out by the pool for a while

without me? 😔

you should go shopping

You frowned at your phone, looking at the few boxes of pasta you had left to put away before you typed back with a huff.

I literally just got back from the grocery what do u mean

not that kind of shopping

fun shopping. like for clothes

The thought was tempting - with everything going on, you hadn’t gotten anything new in months. To be fair though, you hadn’t really needed anything new - you were just hanging around the house anyways.

do you want me to go so I’ll stop wearing all your clothes

yes

kidding baby you know I don’t care. but you should get some new stuff, you deserve it! just use my card

I hate using your card

It wasn’t a lie. Ethan had gotten you a credit card linked to his personal account for emergencies almost six months ago, and you’d only used it a handful of times when he insisted. You never wanted him to ever think that you cared about him for his money.

I’d be buying whatever you find if I was there, it’s the same thing

You grinned to yourself, plan already hatching. He didn’t say what you had to buy. You’d just get something small - a pack of socks, or a basic tee - with his card, and pay for the rest of it yourself.

alright alright, fine

But his next text had you rolling your eyes. He knew you too well.

and you have buy real clothes. like at least one dress

Even though he wasn’t there to see it, your eyes squinted in accusation.

why a dress?

you’re being sus what’s this about

you’re so stubborn holy shit. I was gonna buy you dresses for the harry concert so I want you to pick some out for yourself

Damn. You’d almost forgotten that the concert was supposed to be that night. Ethan had bought the two of you tickets back when they went on presale, using his connections to get the two of you amazing seats. E had been almost as bummed as you when it got postponed, disappointed that the night he’d had planned for you had fallen through.

it got rescheduled to august baby, we can go shopping then!

i’m impatient

omg really? I had no idea

just go buy some dresses and send me pictures. we’re back at the factory, gotta go. I love you!

love you too!

Knowing that if you sat down you probably wouldn’t get back up, you turned back to the door with a sigh, grabbing your keys and wallet from where you’d just stowed them, heading back out to the car.

You climbed into Ethan’s Tesla, hitting your preset button on the door so the seat moved forward to where you could reach the pedals. He always insisted you take his car if he couldn’t drive you, always wanting you to be the safest you could be. It was still a bit intimidating to drive something so expensive, but you did it anyways, heading to the mall that housed most of your favorite stores with your mask on.

It turned out to be one of those days where nothing caught your eye. You really looked, scoured through the racks, hoping to find anything that looked remotely appealing or like your style. You even tried on a few that you had hopes for, but they were a bust.

Feeling defeated you stopped for a while and got some coffee, sitting and people watching as everyone passed in their masks. Your eyes wandered to another store, one you rarely went into - it catered to your style perfectly, but everything was far out of your price range.

But looking couldn’t hurt. Right?

That backfired as soon as you walked in, smelled that perfect fragrance that seemed to dust all the soft fabrics in the place.

Before you knew what you’d done, you had so many options thrown over your arm that it was starting to ache.

You stopped looking, headed to a dressing room to try and narrow down your search. Some of them were automatic no’s, the cut not flattering or the color clashing with the undertones in your skin.

But there were three winners - a tight green one that hugged your curves, a casual denim overall number that would look adorable with the right shirt, and a blue sundress that tied into a bow at the back, the fabric brushing your upper thighs.

You snapped pictures in each one, knowing Ethan would help you decide. Your bet was on the green one - he was a man, after all. But his response just made you roll your eyes.

you look hot as fuck

buy all three

yes

they’re expensive

I didn’t ask how much they cost. You like them all. therefore, you buy them all

it’s simple really

ethan

y/n

just tell me which one is your favorite please

if you don’t buy all three i’m just gonna go back and buy them for you later

or I’ll order them and have them shipped to the house

stop

getting online now 😌

stop it

placing an order 😌 😌

ethan grant

last chance

fine

im sticking my tongue out at you. you can’t see it but I am

ouch, im hurt

are you headed home after you buy them?

well I’m sure as hell not spending anymore money, so yeah. why?

just wondering where my girl’s gonna be. drive safe. you took the tesla right?

of course I did.

good. hurry home. but don’t hurry too much. safety first

You quirked an eyebrow at the last text - he was being so odd. He’d only been gone for two days, usually it wasn’t this bad for him. Who knew what he’d be like tomorrow before he got home.

Changing back into your clothes in a hurry, you put your rejects out on the return rack and carried your three choices to the register, trying not to listen to the total before you put Ethan’s card in the reader.

You left the mall swiftly after that, trying to ignore the eyes on you. In reality, no one was probably looking at you, but you felt like everyone was staring as you carried your expensive bag and got in a fucking tesla. You never understood how Gray and E could walk around with such expensive things and not be fazed in the slightest.

The drive home took longer than you would have liked considering the traffic you got caught in, but you just turned your music up, humming along as you crawled down the road towards your exit. When you finally got there you let the tesla take over, pulling you off the interstate and starting down the smaller roads that led to the house.

Your first clue was when the song changed. At first you didn’t think much of it - you had every Harry song saved to your library, it wasn’t unusual for one to come up.

But then, one verse into Fine Line, it skipped, the intro of Two Ghosts starting. 30 seconds later? Falling started to play through the car.

“What the fuck?” You muttered, quickly switching off autopilot, afraid that the car may be glitching. It was only a few more minutes until you got to the house, and in that time the song switched again twice, all Harry songs.

When you pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, your phone buzzed with your second clue.

welcome home baby

omg are you watching the cameras? that’s creepy as fuck

also the tesla just got super weird but I swear I didn’t fuck up your car

just come inside

You obliged, grabbing your bag and heading into the house.

Clue number three was that the pasta boxes you’d left on the counter were gone, put away no doubt on the shelf that you couldn’t reach. You froze.

Someone was in the house.

You only had a moment to be scared before Ethan appeared around the corner, your favorite grin adorning his face.

“Boo.”

You dropped the bag, running the few steps it took to get to him before you threw your arms around him, breathing him in as he hugged you to him tightly.

“You guys weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!”

“Caught an early flight so I could surprise my girl. Gray and Ster are still in Arizona.” He leaned back so you could look at him, shrugging as if it was no big deal that he’d cut his trip short just to come home to see you.

“Didn’t you have stuff you needed to do?”

“No, we knocked it out today.”

“Then why didn’t Grayson come ba-”

His lips were on yours then, catching your words as he kissed you hard, a hand coming up to your cheek, thumb running over your cheekbone. “Are you gonna keep asking me questions, or are you gonna let me actually surprise you.”

“There’s more?” The butterflies that only he could bring fluttered in your stomach, and you bit your lip, looking up at him. He leaned down past you, reaching for the bag you’d dropped, placing it back in your hands.

“Maybe. Go put on one of your new dresses, then come out back.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he let go. “Hurry.”

“Okay!” You were practically giddy as you hurried back to Ethan’s room, laying the dresses out on the comforter and trying to decide on one. It took a few minutes, a few switches of holding them up to you in the mirror before you settled on the blue sundress, situating the big sewed bow in the middle of your back. It had a built in bra that was surprisingly comfortable, making it the easiest choice.

Shoving your dresses back in the bag, you didn’t even bother with shoes. You just headed straight for the backyard - but you froze in the living room, taking in the sight through the doors.

The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky a baby purple, the clouds a pop of pink as they floated, scattered around. The city was starting to light up below you, and the moon hung high above it. But your eyes were on something - someone - entirely different.

Ethan was standing in the grass, wearing one of his nice pairs of shorts and a short sleeve patterned button down - you hadn’t even noticed his outfit earlier, you’d been too excited to see him. He was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, the petals bright yellow even in the dim light.

He caught sight of you through the glass and immediately hid the flowers behind his back as he stood up straight and smiled like a guy coming to the front door to pick you up for prom.

You pulled the door open, stepping out into the cool California air. It felt almost cold against your flushed cheeks as Ethan looked you up and down, letting out a low whistle.

You just laughed, stopping a few steps in front of him and waiting for whatever he had planned.

He whipped the flowers around with a grin, holding them out for you with one hand, leaving his other arm tucked behind him. “Happy concert night!”

What you didn’t see was the remote in his other hand. He clicked it with his thumb, and the whole back yard lit up. There were twinkling christmas lights lining the roof and wrapping around the tree to the side of the house. He’d brought out Grayson’s projector and pointed it at a white sheet he’d hung up - you watched it for a moment, laughing when you realized it was projecting a slideshow of the pictures you two had taken together over the last year. And finally, you noticed the speakers had turned on, starting to play one of your favorite songs. Sweet Creature.

“E-”

“I know it got rescheduled, and we’ll have so much fun when we go. But, I still wanted to make tonight special. So, it’s kinda just date night, but... Harry Styles edition?”

Closing the gap with a few steps you threw your arms around his neck, flowers and all, so you could kiss him.

“I love you so much,” were the only words you could find, and you hoped he knew how much you truly meant them.

“Love me enough to dance with me?”

You froze at that - you weren’t much of a slow dancer, and Ethan had even less experience than you did. But the thought of staying so close to him made your heart flutter, so you nodded, letting go for a moment so you could sit the flowers down safely in the grass.

He pulled you back into his arms, hands settling on your waist as yours went around his neck. His fingertips ghosted over the bare skin on your back below the bow, sending shivers up your spine.

It didn’t matter that Sweet Creature was a tiny bit fast for a slow dance - the two of you weren’t doing more than swaying back and forth anyways, foreheads touching, totally lost in each other.

He spun you a few times, even throwing in a little dip that made you both laugh before he kissed you, leaving you a bit breathless when he pulled you back up to standing.

“You bring me home,” he sang, slightly off pitch and so quiet you could barely hear, but it was so sweet that it even brought a few tears to your eyes. You blinked them away so you could see his face as you both smiled.

The energy picked up a bit as the songs continued to shuffle, Carolina coming on next. You both jumped around hand in hand, looking like total idiots you were sure, stomachs sore from laughing at and with each other by the end. You paused a few times throughout the next songs to watch the slideshow, laughing at some of the pictures he’d chosen, remembering the stories behind them.

When Sunflower came on, Ethan opened his arms again for a dance and you quirked an eyebrow.

“You know, Mr. Styles doesn’t have as many romantic songs as I thought he did. This one’s not bad though,” Ethan mumbled as the two of you swayed back and forth quickly, spinning around and around.

“This song isn’t even romantic, it’s about him missing his ex,” you explained.

“You analyzed those lyrics hard huh.”

“Oh don’t act like you haven’t dissected every Cudi song five times over.” You squinted your eyes at him in accusation and he just laughed.

“Touché, touché. Maybe the sunflowers weren’t the best Harry related gesture then huh.”

“I still think they’re beautiful,” you reassured him.

“Thought it would kinda be weird to give you a watermelon. Though, I guess that would have sent a much clearer message.”

The mischief in his eyes told you he knew exactly what that song was about.

“A little on the nose, don’t yah think?” You scrunched up your nose at him as if to prove your point. He reached out for your hand and you laced your fingers with his.

“Never.”

And then he was walking, half pulling half guiding you back into the house, through the glass doors, down the hallway, into the bedroom. Your skin was hot, partially from the change in temperature, partially from the hands that were wandering over your skin as soon as the door was closed.

Ethan’s hands traced down your arms, fingertips over skin, then over fabric when he got to your waist, further down to your thighs and then you were gasping as he found his way under your skirt. His hands spread out, large and commanding over your ass, resting there for a moment, squeezing before he moved north, fingers hooking into your panties, guiding them down until they fell off and you could step out of them.

Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt, blindly undoing them as he kissed you. You found yourself pausing, hands tracing over the new yet familiar skin that revealed itself with each one you managed to loosen until finally, finally it was open and you could push it off his shoulders.

His hand found the bow, roughly starting to tug until you reached back and caught him.

“Baby don’t pull. It’s sewed, it doesn’t come undone,” you cautioned, barely pulling back, unwilling to put any space between the two of you.

“Stupid,” he grumbled, pouting a bit until he realized that he could pull the fabric off your shoulders, freeing your chest. He hummed a bit in satisfaction, hands moving to squeeze your tits, and then he was kissing them, sinking lower, lower until his knees hit the floor.

“Oh fuck,” you squeaked, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Ethan looked up at you from his knees with a teasing grin and a quirked eyebrow, waiting for your permission. You nodded, trying to breathe as his hands ghosted up your thighs, up to your hips.

And then he ducked his head so he could get under the fabric of your skirt, ready to get to work.

Your knees buckled as soon as you felt him, tongue warm and flat against you. One of his hands came down, tracing over your skin until he got to your calf, lifting it just barely and pushing it out to widen your stance.

You whimpered as he sped up, his satisfied hums adding to the sensation in a way that had your legs starting to shake already. Your hands dropped to his head, and you pushed the fabric off the top of it so you could get to his hair, tugging. It just made him go harder, burying himself deeper. You folded forward, bracing on his shoulders, overwhelmed as you alternated holding you breathe and gasping for air, squirming.

“E, Ethan stop, my legs are gonna give out, wait,” you gasped, pulling on his hair.

He paused, ducking out from under your dress and smiling up at you, lips swollen and pride booming.

“That’s the best compliment you’ve ever given me I think. But I’m not done yet, lay down.”

You did as he said, turning around and climbing onto the middle of the bed before collapsing onto your back, rolling over and looking for him. Ethan was one second behind you, crawling above you to hover over you then duck down to kiss you hard yet somehow sweet at the same time.

It was instinct to reach down to his waist, let your fingers ghost over his waistband, tuck underneath it in a blind search. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when you wrapped your fingers around the tip. He shook his head at you, making you pout.

“Tonights about you, not me.”

“But I want to.”

“Raincheck. Best fucking raincheck ever, but raincheck. Just lemme take care of you.”

He kisses you until you forget your argument - you’re putty in his hands as his lips trail back down. He pushes all the fabric of your dress together so it’s just a band around your tummy and then he picked up where he left off.

“Fuck E, just like that, oh god.” You were squirming again in a matter of moments, his stubble rough against your thighs as he worked you over. He felt your body tense up under his hold, smiling as he gave it all he had, giving that extra little push that sent you tumbling, clenching, writhing over the edge.

He peppered kisses to your thighs as you caught your breath, and then he reached up, fists closing around all the fabric of your dress.

“Lift your hips up,” he instructed, waiting for you to bridge up so he could wiggle the dress off over your hips. He tossed it towards the closet, moving back up towards your face, bed dipping down with his weight.

“No fair,” you pouted, reaching down to tug at his shorts and boxers.

“And I’m the impatient one.”

He stood back up off the bed, quickly shoving down the clothing he had left and stepping out of it.

“Much better.” You grinned wide when you saw he was blushing at your words. “C’mere.”

He happily listened, crawling back above you and dropping a bit of his weight down as he sunk to his forearms.

“So missionary is the way to your heart huh? So vanilla.” He bumped his nose against yours.

“You have a pretty face, sue me,” you laughed, bringing your hands up to his neck and pulling him down for a kiss as he dropped his hips, searching for just a moment before he pushed inside.

You’d lost count of how many times the two of you had been just like this, intertwined and enthralled with each other, but you knew you’d never get tired of it as long as you lived.

“I love you.” It came out as a breath when he bottomed out, his lips resting on your shoulder, back curled up at an angle that let you feel every muscle, every ridge of his body.

“I love you. You’re my dream, you know that?” He started to rock his hips, unwilling to go too far from you as you clung to his back, relishing in the feeling of him on you, in you, all around you.

This would always be your favorite way to be with him - sweet and soft, just your bodies together, nothing else. You couldn’t think of anything better.

He shifted just barely, thrusting in at a different angle. You knew he was searching, and you gasped when he brushed against your g spot, your whole body shuddering.

“There she is,” he whispered, a prideful grin on his face as he hit it over and over. Watching you come undone below him would always be one of his favorite views. “Look at me baby, I wanna see you.”

You did your best in your blissed out state to listen to him, turning your head from where it had fallen against the pillow to look at him while he picked up pace. Your legs curled around his back, holding him to you, urging him as deep as he could go as you chased the orgasm that was building in your gut.

He stared at you for a few moments, and then as if he couldn’t help it he ducked down to kiss you, open mouthed and rough as he pulled his hips back, thrusting forward with more force than he’d used yet.

“Oh fuck Ethan, fuck,” you moaned, holding onto him for dear life. When he snaked one hand between the two of you to find your clit, you were done for.

His breath caught in his throat as you clenched around him and you heard the whimpers through your cloudy haze, mixtures of pleasure and your name as he came undone, hip stuttering and then stopping when he finally hit his high.

Once he’s caught his breath he rolls the both of you over so you’re resting on his chest, listening to his heart rate settle back down under your ear.

“I’m so glad you came home early,” you sighed, hugging his bare torso as he chuckled.

“Me too baby. Me too.”

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